MOON-BOUND HEARTS

MOON-BOUND HEARTS

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Introduction

I became Luna of the Shadowfang pack, bound to an Alpha who treats me like a stranger.

The only one who sees me is his Beta—and our forbidden connection could destroy us all.

Two months ago, I was an ordinary wolf. Now I'm Elara, Luna of the Shadowfang pack, mated to the most powerful Alpha in the territory. But the title means nothing when my mate, Damon, won't even look at me.

He says he's protecting me from threats lurking beyond our borders. He says his coldness is for my own good. But every night I fall asleep alone, wondering if I'll ever feel his touch again—the way I did on our wedding night, when he held me like I was something precious.

Then there's Caleb.

The Beta. Damon's best friend. The only one who treats me like I matter, who listens when I speak, who makes me feel seen. With his warm smile and patient eyes, he's everything Damon isn't—and everything I shouldn't want.

But when danger closes in and secrets surface, I discover that the line between love and betrayal is thinner than I ever imagined. My heart belongs to two men—one who claims me as his Luna, and one who makes me feel like a woman.

And the choice I make could tear the pack apart.

Content Warning: This novel contains mature themes, explicit romantic scenes, and content intended for adult readers (18+).

Chapter 1

The morning light crept through the curtains like an unwanted visitor, and I woke to find the other side of the bed empty again.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against the cold sheets where he should have been. The fabric was untouched, the pillow still perfectly fluffed. He hadn't come to bed at all last night. Again.

Two months, I thought, staring at the ceiling. Two months since the ceremony, and I still feel like a stranger in my own home.

My name is Elara, and I am the Luna of the Shadowfang pack. At least, that's what the title says. What it doesn't tell you is that being Luna doesn't mean you belong. It doesn't mean you're loved. It only means you were chosen—by fate, by the moon, by an Alpha who needed a mate to complete some ancient ritual.

I remember the night of the Great Moon Ceremony like it was yesterday. The way the silver light had bathed the clearing, the way the pack had gathered in a circle, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Damon had stood in the center, tall and powerful, his dark hair falling over his forehead, his jaw set in that hard line I was beginning to recognize. When the Moon Priestess had called my name, I had walked toward him with my heart pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it.

He had taken my hand. His touch was warm, firm. For just a moment, his eyes had softened, and I had seen something there—a flicker of warmth, of hope. He had leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, and the pack had erupted in cheers.

That night, he had made love to me with a tenderness that took my breath away. He had held me afterward, his arms wrapped around me like I was something precious, something worth protecting. I had fallen asleep with my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, believing—foolishly, naively—that everything would be wonderful.

I hadn't seen that man since.

I pushed myself up, running a hand through my tangled hair. Through the window, I could hear the sounds of the pack beginning their day—laughter, voices calling to one another, the distant thud of axes as someone chopped wood. Outside, life was warm and connected. In here, I was alone.

I dressed quickly, choosing a simple woolen dress in a soft shade of gray. Luna or not, I had work to do. There were supplies to organize, herbs to catalog, and a dozen other small tasks that came with my position. I braided my hair back from my face, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

The common area of the pack's territory was already bustling. A group of women sat near the central fire, mending clothes and chatting. Children ran between the huts, their laughter bright and carefree. A few warriors stood near the training grounds, their muscles gleaming with sweat as they practiced their forms.

As I walked past, several pack members nodded to me. "Good morning, Luna," they said, their voices polite but distant. I smiled and nodded back, but I felt the weight of their gazes. They were watching me, assessing me. Was I worthy of their Alpha? Would I prove myself? The questions hung in the air every time I passed.

I was heading toward the storage hut when I heard a voice behind me.

"Elara! Wait up!"

I turned to see Mira, one of the younger pack members, jogging toward me. She was barely eighteen, with bright eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest night. She was also one of the few people in the pack who treated me like a normal person instead of some untouchable figure.

"Good morning, Mira." I couldn't help but smile back at her. "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep." She fell into step beside me, her expression shifting to something more serious. "I wanted to talk to you, actually. Something's been bothering me."

I stopped walking, turning to face her fully. "What is it?"

Mira glanced around, making sure no one was listening, then lowered her voice. "I've been feeling like someone's watching me. Following me. At night, when I'm walking back to my hut after the evening meal. I hear footsteps, but when I turn around, no one's there."

A chill ran down my spine. "Have you told anyone else? The Beta? The Alpha?"

"I tried to tell Beta Caleb yesterday, but he was busy with training. I didn't want to bother Alpha Damon—he's always so..." She trailed off, clearly not wanting to say anything disrespectful.

"Intimidating?" I offered with a small smile.

Mira nodded, relieved. "Exactly. I thought maybe you could... I don't know, talk to him? Or tell me what I should do?"

I put a hand on her shoulder. "Of course. I'll talk to Beta Caleb today, and we'll figure out what to do. In the meantime, try not to walk alone at night. Ask someone to go with you."

Her face relaxed. "Thank you, Elara. I knew you'd understand." She gave me a quick hug—something that still surprised me every time it happened—and then ran off toward the dining hut.

I watched her go, my mind already working through the possibilities. A stalker in the pack? That was serious. If someone was targeting Mira, it could be a threat to the entire pack. I needed to talk to—

"Luna."

The voice came from behind me, deep and warm, and I turned to find Beta Caleb approaching. He was tall, like all werewolves, with sandy blond hair that fell in waves around his face and eyes the color of a summer sky. A smile played at the corners of his lips, and something in my chest fluttered in response.

"Caleb." I was glad my voice came out steady. "I was just thinking about you."

His eyebrows rose slightly. "All good things, I hope."

"Of course." I gestured toward the path Mira had taken. "Mira just told me something concerning. She thinks someone's been following her at night."

Caleb's expression shifted immediately, the easy smile replaced by sharp attention. "Following her? Has she seen who?"

"She hasn't been able to catch anyone. Just footsteps, shadows." I hugged my arms to myself, suddenly cold despite the morning sun. "I told her to walk with someone at night, but I think we should look into it. If there's a threat to the pack..."

"You're right." He nodded slowly, his eyes thoughtful. "I'll post extra patrols near her hut. And I'll have a word with her, get more details." He paused, studying me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "You're good at this, you know. Listening to pack members. Caring about their problems. Damon chose well."

The words sent a warmth through me that had nothing to do with the sun. "Thank you. I just want to help."

"You are helping." He took a step closer, and suddenly I was acutely aware of how close he was, of the way the morning light caught the golden stubble on his jaw, of the faint scent of pine and woodsmoke that clung to him. "More than you know."

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The sounds of the pack seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us standing there, something unspoken passing between us. Then Caleb cleared his throat and stepped back.

"I should get to training. But Elara?" He waited until I met his eyes. "If you ever need anything—someone to talk to, someone to listen—I'm here. Okay?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice. He gave me one last smile and then walked away, leaving me standing there with my heart beating far too fast and my mind spinning with thoughts I shouldn't be having.

Stop it, I told myself firmly. He's the Beta. Damon's best friend. You're the Luna. There are lines that shouldn't be crossed.

I took a deep breath and continued toward the storage hut, trying to push Caleb from my mind. But his words echoed there anyway, a warm presence I couldn't quite shake.

The day passed in a blur of small tasks. I organized herbs, counted supplies, and met with the pack's healer to discuss the upcoming Moon Festival preparations. By evening, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The conversation with Caleb kept replaying in my mind, mixing with worries about Mira and the strange emptiness I felt every time I thought about Damon.

I hadn't seen my mate all day. That wasn't unusual—Alpha duties kept him busy from sunrise to well past sunset. But it still stung, still made me feel invisible, unimportant. What was the point of being Luna if the Alpha never even looked at me?

That evening, I joined the pack for the communal meal. The long tables were crowded with families, friends, couples laughing and talking together. I sat at the head table, as befit my position, but I might as well have been alone. The seat beside me—Damon's seat—was empty.

Across the clearing, I saw Caleb sitting with a group of warriors. He was laughing at something Finn had said, his head thrown back, his whole face lit with amusement. As if sensing my gaze, he looked up. Our eyes met across the distance, and his smile softened into something gentler. He raised his cup slightly, a silent toast.

I looked away first, my cheeks warm.

The meal ended, and people began drifting back to their huts. I lingered at the table, not ready to return to the empty cabin. The fire crackled in the central pit, sending sparks spiraling into the darkening sky. Above, the first stars were beginning to appear.

"Luna."

I turned, expecting Caleb again, and felt my heart lurch for an entirely different reason.

Damon stood behind me, tall and shadowed in the firelight. His dark hair was disheveled, his jaw covered in stubble, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He looked exhausted, worn down in a way I hadn't seen before. For a moment, the mask slipped, and I caught a glimpse of the man beneath the Alpha—the man who had held me so tenderly on our wedding night.

"Damon." I stood, my voice careful. "I wasn't sure you'd come tonight."

"I wasn't sure either." He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of weariness. "Walk with me?"

It wasn't a question, exactly, but it wasn't a command either. I nodded and fell into step beside him as we left the clearing and walked toward the edge of the pack territory.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The path wound between ancient trees, their branches arching overhead to create a tunnel of shadow. Fireflies drifted through the air, tiny sparks of light in the darkness.

Finally, Damon stopped. We had reached a small clearing, one I hadn't seen before. A stream ran through it, catching the starlight, and the grass was soft and thick underfoot.

"I know I've been... distant," he said, still not looking at me. "There are things happening, Elara. Threats to the pack that I can't ignore."

"What kind of threats?" I moved closer, searching his face. "Is it the Red Claw again?"

He nodded grimly. "They're gathering at the northern border. Scouts have spotted them three times in the past week. They're preparing for something—an attack, maybe. I've been meeting with the warriors, planning defenses, trying to figure out how to protect everyone."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" The words came out sharper than I intended. "I'm your Luna, Damon. I'm supposed to help you lead."

Finally, he turned to face me. In the starlight, his eyes looked almost black, but there was something vulnerable in them that made my breath catch. "I didn't want to worry you. You're still new to all this. I thought if I could handle it myself..."

"You thought you could protect me by keeping me in the dark?" I shook my head. "That's not how this works. I'm not some fragile flower that needs sheltering. I'm your mate. Your partner. If the pack is in danger, I need to know."

He stared at me for a long moment, and then something shifted in his expression. A flicker of respect, maybe even admiration. "You're right," he said quietly. "I'm sorry."

It was the last thing I expected him to say. "You... you're apologizing?"

"I'm not very good at this." He gestured vaguely, encompassing everything—the clearing, the pack, the two of us standing there. "Being an Alpha is easy compared to being a husband. I know I've failed at that. I know I've made you feel alone."

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came. He was so close now, close enough that I could see the way the starlight caught the silver flecks in his dark eyes.

"But I need you to understand," he continued, his voice dropping lower, "that everything I do, I do to protect you. To protect the pack. If I seem cold, it's only because I can't afford to be anything else. Not right now."

His hand came up, almost hesitantly, and touched my face. His fingers were rough, calloused from training, but his touch was gentle. I leaned into it without thinking, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Elara." My name on his lips was almost a prayer. "I know I don't say it enough. I know I don't show it. But you are everything to me. This pack, these people—they matter because you matter. Because you're their Luna. My Luna."

When I opened my eyes, there was something burning in his gaze. Something hot and intense that made my knees weak. He leaned down, slowly, giving me time to pull away, but I didn't move. I couldn't.

His lips met mine.

The kiss was nothing like our wedding night. That had been tender, almost reverent. This was desperate, hungry, as if he was trying to pour every unspoken word, every hidden feeling into that single moment. His hands slid into my hair, tilting my head back, and I melted against him.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard. Damon rested his forehead against mine, his eyes still closed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again. "For everything. For the distance. For the coldness. I'll try to be better. I promise."

Before I could respond, a howl split the night—sharp, urgent, a warning. Damon's eyes snapped open, and in an instant, the vulnerable man was gone, replaced by the Alpha.

"I have to go." He was already stepping back, already shifting into warrior mode. "Stay here. Stay safe."

"Damon—"

But he was gone, racing through the trees toward the source of the howl, leaving me alone in the moonlit clearing with his kiss still burning on my lips and a thousand questions swirling in my mind.

I stood there for a long moment, trying to calm my racing heart. Then, slowly, I made my way back toward the pack territory. The sounds of alarm were growing—voices calling, feet running, the distant clash of metal.

By the time I reached the central clearing, warriors were gathering, armed and ready. Caleb stood at their head, his face set in grim lines. When he saw me, he hurried over.

"There's been an attack at the border," he said quickly. "Red Claw scouts. Damon's leading the defense."

"Is he—"

"He'll be fine." Caleb's voice was confident, but I saw the worry in his eyes. "You should go to your hut. Stay inside until we know it's safe."

I wanted to argue, wanted to demand that I be allowed to help. But I knew he was right. I was Luna, not a warrior. My place was here, with the pack's vulnerable members.

"Be careful," I said instead. "Both of you."

Caleb's expression softened for just a moment. "Always." Then he turned and ran after the others, leaving me alone in the suddenly empty clearing.

I walked to my hut on shaky legs, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Damon's kiss. His apology. The attack. It was too much, all at once.

Inside, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. The sounds of battle echoed from the distance—howls, screams, the clash of bodies. I clasped my hands together and prayed to the moon that they would all come back safely.

Hours passed. The noises finally died down. I held my breath, listening.

Footsteps approached. My door opened.

Damon stood there, bloodied and exhausted but alive. His eyes found mine across the room, and for just a moment, the mask slipped again.

"We held them off," he said quietly. "For now."

Then he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night, leaving me alone once more with the memory of his kiss and the cold realization that no matter what he'd said in that clearing, nothing had really changed.

I was still the Luna he kept at arm's length. Still the wife who slept alone.

And somewhere out there, a threat was gathering that would test all of us in ways we couldn't yet imagine.

The moon hung in the sky, cold and distant, and I wrapped my arms around myself, wondering if I would ever truly find my place in this pack.

Wondering if the man who had kissed me so desperately would ever let me close enough to stay.

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“You’re mine, little puppy,” Kylan growled against my neck.
“Soon enough, you’ll be begging for me. And when you do—I’ll use you as I see fit, and then I’ll reject you.”


When Violet Hastings begins her freshman year at Starlight Shifters Academy, she only wants two things—honor her mother’s legacy by becoming a skilled healer for her pack and get through the academy without anyone calling her a freak for her strange eye condition.

Things take a dramatic turn when she discovers that Kylan, the arrogant heir to the Lycan throne who has made her life miserable from the moment they met, is her mate.

Kylan, known for his cold personality and cruel ways, is far from thrilled. He refuses to accept Violet as his mate, yet he doesn’t want to reject her either. Instead, he sees her as his puppy, and is determined to make her life even more of a living hell.

As if dealing with Kylan’s torment isn’t enough, Violet begins to uncover secrets about her past that change everything she thought she knew. Where does she truly come from? What is the secret behind her eyes? And has her whole life been a lie?