HIS LUNA, HIS PRISONER.

RHYNA'S POV

"No, no, let go of me!"

"Fuck you! Leave me alone!"

I screamed and fought as hard as I could, but it was useless. His arm locked around me like iron, and before I could even understand what was happening, he lifted me off the ground and threw me over his shoulder. My stomach slammed painfully against his back as my legs dangled in the air.

I hit him with my fists. I kicked. I scratched. I cursed.

He did not even slow down.

It was like fighting a wall.

They say when two elephants fight, it is the ants that suffer, right?. I never truly understood that saying until now.

No one really knew how the war between my pack, the Moonbeam Claw pack, and the enemy pack started. We were only told that our land was threatened, that our birthright was at stake, that we had to fight.

So we fought.

But I was not a warrior. I was a healer.

I had been moving through the battlefield, helping the injured, cleaning wounds, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess while chaos burned around me.

The stench of blood and smoke filled my nostrils, and screams of pain pierced my ears like knives. Then the ground shook, and before I could even react, his hand closed around me.

And now I am here.

Captured.

"Let me go!" I shouted again, my voice breaking. "Leave me alone!"

My words disappeared into the forest. No one answered. No one came running.

Why would they?

My clan was the lowest in the pack. The omegas,we were the least, the nobodies. We were replaceable. No one would risk their life searching for me in the enemy territory. The thought burned like fire in my chest. Was this really how it would end?

Alone, helpless, forgotten?

"Shut the fuck up."

His voice was deep, cold, and heavy. It sounded like thunder, sending fear straight into my bones.

I froze.

Then I continued hitting him, even though it clearly did nothing to his strong, unyielding body.

He kept walking, his steps steady and unbothered, as if I weighed nothing at all.

Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Crying would not save me. I would not give him the satisfaction.

After what felt like forever, he suddenly stopped at the foot of a tree.

Without warning, he threw me off his shoulder.

I hit the ground hard at the foot of the large tree. Pain exploded through my palms and knees as I gasped for air. I scrambled backward, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, my breaths coming in sharp, uneven bursts.

The forest around us looked strange. I didn't know this place,the air felt heavy, unfamiliar, damp with the scent of earth and pine. This was not Moonbeam land.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound strong.

"What do you want from me?" I demanded, forcing myself to stand even though my legs shook. "Will you let me go?"

My voice wavered, but I did not look away from him.

"If you're going to kill me, then do it now," I said, my hands clenching into fists. "Because I won't let you take advantage of me. I'll fight you with everything I have."

For a moment, everything went silent. The forest seemed to hold its breath with me.

Then he exploded.

His body stiffened, and something powerful slammed into me like a wave. My breath caught painfully in my throat. His eyes darkened, glowing a dangerous shade of green, and the air around him felt thick with dominance, it was suffocating and heavy.

"I said shut the fuck up!" he roared. "Who the hell do you think I am?".

He took one step toward me, towering over me, his presence crushing.

"You think I'd touch you like that?" he snarled. "I don't want to hear your voice again."

My knees nearly buckled.

He was an Alpha.

There was no doubt about it. His aura wrapped around me, heavy and terrifying. I had felt Alphas before, but never like this.

This was one raw power. He Controlled himself Violence by will alone.

Moon Goddess... What have I done wrong? I cried out softly.

"I, I'm sorry," I whispered, fear finally crawling into my chest. "Please. I didn't mean..."

I stopped myself.

I was just a healer. I had not been fighting. I had not hurt anyone. I had only been trying to save lives when he grabbed me like prey.

"Please let me go," I said quietly. "I'm not the type of person you're looking for. You gain nothing from hurting me."

My hands trembled as I spoke, my nails digging into my palms.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said coldly.

I looked up at him, hope flickering weakly in my chest.

"Your Alpha has something that belongs to me," he continued. "I'm keeping you until he returns it."

My heart sank.

"No one cares about me," I said, the truth slipping out before I could stop it. "My clan is the lowest in the pack. No one will come for me. You took the wrong person. Please... let me go."

For a brief moment, his expression changed. I felt his face soften a bit. Something about his presence felt wrong... and dangerously familiar.

Hope surged through me. Maybe he would untie me. Maybe he would let me walk away.

Then his face hardened almost immediately.

"Shut up," he said sharply. "Get up. We're moving now."

My chest felt hollow.

He turned away, already walking, as if my life meant nothing.

That was when the truth hit me.

If I died here, my parents would cry. The elders would make empty speeches. Then life would move on. No war would be started for an omega like me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

No.

I refused to accept that.

If my fate was in my hands, then I would fight for it. I would not just sit and watch. I would wait for an opportunity. I would survive.

Even if it meant facing a ruthless enemy Alpha alone in the dark, with only the moon to guide me.

I lifted my chin, forcing strength into my shaking body, and followed him into the shadows, my ears straining for every sound, my senses alert to every movement.

Whatever he thought I was...

He was wrong.

And this war had only just begun.

RHYNA'S POV

We finally stopped to rest. My legs were trembling, my chest pounding against my ribcage, but I forced myself to sit upright. I was sure he noticed how exhausted I was. Every muscle in my body screamed for relief, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak.

"Thank you," I muttered quietly as he helped me sit while trying to play the part of the obedient prisoner, at least for a moment. Maybe if I appeared calm, he would lower his guard. I had to survive. I had to wait for my chance.

He sank down beside me, moving carefully. That's when I saw it,his side was covered in blood. Dark, thick, and glistening in the moonlight. My stomach twisted, and before I even thought, my hand reached out.

"Here... let me help," I said, voice soft but insistent.

He waved me away, sharp and commanding. "Never mind," he said.

"You're wounded. You're bleeding. Let me take a look. Just lay down," I insisted, my voice trembling slightly, but my instinct to heal outweighed my fear.

"Fuck off," he spat. "Leave me alone."

I froze, my hand hovering in the air. My heart hammered in my chest. I wasn't supposed to care about my captor. I wasn't supposed to help him. But the blood... it called to me. My healer instincts were stronger than my fear.

I sat there, perfectly still, but inside, chaos raged. My mind raced through possibilities: if I moved carefully, I might slip away, vanish into the shadows, and leave this nightmare behind. He was weakened, slower now from blood loss, but something in his aura made me hesitate. I was afraid.

Then, without warning, I bolted. My legs moved faster than I ever thought possible, carrying me away from him, away from captivity. I didn't know where I was going,anywhere was better than being held by him.

I ran blindly into the forest, the cold air biting my cheeks, the roots and rocks threatening to trip me. My lungs burned with every gasp. "Please, Moon Goddess, help me," I prayed, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

A sudden, powerful grip caught me mid-stride. His hands wrapped around me, pulling me back.

"No!" I screamed, fighting with every ounce of strength I had. I dug my long nails into his side, into the wound I had seen.

Warm blood spilled over my fingers.

My breath caught. My chest burned, sharp and sudden, like something had awakened inside me, a fire I couldn't control.

He froze.

Just for a second.

Then his grip tightened, then loosened, as if he was fighting himself.

My wolf stirred instinctively, tense and restless.

He didn't flinch. He held me tighter. My strength began to fade. My arms dropped to my sides.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he shouted, voice booming, dark and dangerous. "Didn't I tell you to stay still? Huh? Do you have any idea what you've done?"

His green eyes blazed, and I realized he wasn't just angry,he was disturbed. Terrified by something I didn't understand.

"I could wring your small neck, you know," he hissed, tight and controlled.

"Fuck you," I spat back. "Do whatever you want."

And even as I said it, I knew I wasn't giving up. I would keep trying, keep struggling, until I was free.

****

Hours passed,or maybe it was only minutes. Time had no meaning as he carried me through the forest. My arms ached, my muscles burned, but I refused to fall silent. I refused to be broken. I focused on the sounds around me,the rustle of leaves, the snapping of twigs, the distant calls of nocturnal creatures,as though mapping a path to escape.

Finally, we reached his territory as the first light of morning touched the horizon. My breath caught at the sight before me. A massive camp stretched out in the clearing, dozens of werewolves moving with precision, their eyes glowing faintly in the morning mist.

They rushed toward him as if drawn by some invisible force. Bowing, howling, rushing to show their loyalty.

I realized then: this was no ordinary Alpha. He was respected, feared, loved, and cherished.

And here I was,the enemy, alone and helpless.

He gave quiet commands, and the pack obeyed without question. "Keep her safe," he said. "In one of the rooms. Guard her at all times."

I swallowed hard. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice small, barely audible, quivering with a mixture of fear and awe.

No one answered me. One of the guards led me through the camp, and I couldn't stop staring. The air was filled with the scent of earth, smoke, and fur. I could hear faint murmurs and the shuffle of paws on dirt paths.

The room was too comfortable.

Soft bed, clean air, and no chains.

My stomach twisted.

Why would an enemy Alpha keep his prisoner like this?

This place didn't feel like a prison. It was clean, neat, and calm.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, my mind spinning. My hands still tingled from contact with his blood. The warmth hadn't faded.

My chest burned faintly, it burned with a strange rhythm that wasn't entirely my own. My mind raced through scenarios, wondering if this was a trap, a test, or some cruel game.

Something was wrong. Too many things were wrong.

But my body ached. My muscles were sore. My wolf whimpered for rest, and for a moment, the thought of sleep brought me so much relief.

My eyelids felt heavy, my mind dizzy, but fear kept me alert, aware of every creak in the floorboards, every shadow dancing on the walls.

I lay down carefully, eyes darting to the door. I will rest, just a little, to gather strength. And when I woke up... I would decide my next move.

Because whatever he thought of me... he was wrong.

And I wasn't finished yet.

RHYNA'S POV

I woke up in the evening.

At first, I didn't know where I was. The room was quiet and a bit dark. The soft light from outside filtered through the window, painting strange shadows on the walls.

I sat up abruptly.

I was alone.

"No... no," I whispered, my heart beginning to race. I looked around wildly.

No sign of anyone.

"Hello?" I called out, my voice trembling.

"Hello! Can anyone hear me?"

Nothing.

Fear crawled into my chest, tight and suffocating. I didn't even know where I was.

Strange land with an enemy Alpha.

Strange thoughts flooded my mind.

What if I was brought here to be sacrificed?

What if this was all a trick?

What if they planned to humiliate me publicly? Or flog me to death.

"No," I muttered, shaking my head. "I won't accept that."

I jumped off the bed and rushed to the door, banging on it with my fists.

"Someone open this door!" I screamed.

"Let me out!"

I screamed louder. And louder.

I had been told I was guarded. So where was everyone?

Then the door finally opened.

Two small women entered, both smiling gently. They looked harmless. Kind, even.

"You're welcome, dear," one of them said warmly.

"There is no need to panic," the other added. "You'll be safe here."

Safe?

I scoffed inwardly.

I had been taken without my consent.

Dragged through the forest. Treated like a discarded tool. And they dared to speak of safety?

"Where is your Alpha?" I snapped. "I want to see him. Now."

The women exchanged glances, as if I had said something foolish and unthinkable.

"You do not command Alpha Conan," she said softly. "He is kind,but you do not want to anger him."

Kind and warm?

I almost laughed.

"Then why was I taken captive?" I demanded.

"You are not a prisoner," the woman said gently. "If you were, you would not be here. You would be locked away."

"Then why can't I leave?" I shot back.

She smiled again, calm and patient. "Be patient, dear. Everything will make sense with time. Freshen up. Eat what we've prepared."

And with that, they left.

I stood there, shaking with anger.

No.

I would not settle.

I would not wait quietly.

If I wasn't a prisoner, then the Alpha would explain himself.

*****

He didn't come until hours later.

Hours of pacing, Of anger building in my chest. Hours of imagining every terrible plague that could come upon him.

Did he plan to abandon me here?

Was I just a problem he didn't want to face?

The door finally opened.

He stepped inside.

"Yes," he said calmly, as if this were an ordinary meeting and I was one of his subjects. "I heard you've been looking for me."

My anger exploded,who the fuck does he think he is to capture me and leave me like this without an explanation?

I lunged at him, my hands aiming for his wounded side. But before I could even touch him, he overpowered me effortlessly. His hands wrapped tightly around my wrists, pinning me against the wall.

I gasped, my body stiffening in shock.

I could feel him,his heat, the steady beat of his heart, his scent wrapping around me like smoke and fire.

Warmth spread through my body.

No. Focus, Rhyna.

"Let me go," I snapped, struggling weakly.

"No one commands me," he said coldly.

"You're holding me too tight," I gasped. "I,I can't..."

"You can't do what,hmmm?" he asked quietly, his voice low, almost a whisper

I couldn't finish the sentence.

My mind felt foggy. My thoughts scattered. Why did he feel so close? Why did my body react this way?

"You asked for me," he continued. "Now I'm here."

And then I looked up.

I shouldn't have.

The moment our eyes met, something snapped.

His lips crushed against mine.

Not gentle. Not soft.

Claiming, Dominant, Overwhelming.

My breath left me in a gasp. My body reacted before my mind could catch up.

I felt warm in all the right places.

Heat flooded my veins, sharp and confusing, and for a terrifying second, I forgot how to push him away.

His tongue caressed my lips,warm, tantalizing, teasing.

I let out a soft sigh and pressed myself against him

Then reality slammed back, what the hell Rhyna.

I shoved against his chest, breathless, shaking.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, fear and anger tangled together as I wiped my lips with my hand

He pulled back, just slightly, his eyes dark, with his lips slightly curved. It was like he found this amusing.

My wolf whimpered. Something stirred inside me, different from how I've ever felt . What is happening? I barely recognized myself anymore. And then he leaned close, whispering, "You feel it too, don't you?"

My blood froze. What had I done?

"That," he said slowly, "is what will keep happening when you become my Luna.

My heart pounded wildly.

I didn't seem to hear well.

My wolf howled in terror.

Luna?

Before I could speak, pain sliced through my chest,it was sharp, burning right where my heart should be.

His eyes widened.

"It's already started," he murmured.

And that was when I knew,I was no longer just his captive.

I knew something worse than the kiss had begun.

Something I couldn't control.

And whatever it was... it was tied to him