Mate Me in Moonlight
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Five rejections. One slaughtered pack. A mate bond torn apart by death. Adeline Marlowe has learned to expect nothing from fate-until she stumbles into Willow Ridge and meets an Alpha whose scars run as deep as hers. She doesn't want a mate. Doesn't need the vulnerability. But when her wolf recognizes Aiden Hale-the Alpha-as her second true mate-a gift so rare it's almost myth-she realizes the Moon Spirit isn't finished with either of them. Healing is hard. Trusting is harder. And the Alpha who destroyed Adeline's pack never expected her to survive. Some wolves don't just want power. They want to prove the past should have stayed buried.
Chapter 1
Feb 22, 2026
POV: Adeline
There is something here.
My wolf stirred beneath my ribs, alert. Her voice held a trembling curiosity I had not heard since Ash Hollow still stood.
I did not expect the border to feel like anything. Most borders were quiet agreements between trees and scent lines. But Willow Ridge felt different the moment I stepped across it.
The forest exhaled, a cool breath sliding along my skin as if the land itself had paused to study me. Mist curled around my boots.
The air carried a richness I hadn't smelled in weeks—pine after rain, distant hearth smoke, and the layered scents of wolves who lived close enough to weave their lives together.
"I'm here for shelter," I breathed, to her and to myself. "Nothing more. Don't start hoping."
I adjusted my backpack strap and caught my reflection in a puddle. Brown hair framed my face in weathered waves.
My hazel eyes—flecked with gold like sparks from dying embers—looked too bright in a tired face. Faint shadows hollowed the skin beneath them. My jacket hung looser than it used to. My boots bore the dust of three rejected territories.
A drop of water fell from a pine needle onto my wrist, cold enough to sting. A reminder not to expect kindness.
A soft shift of air raised the hairs at my neck. The sensation was familiar—being watched.
Branches rustled ahead. A man stepped out—tall, dark-haired, with the sturdy precision of a trained scout. Another presence emerged behind me, a third to my left. They formed a quiet triangle around me.
"Hold there," the leader said.
I stopped.
"Name and purpose on Willow Ridge land."
"Adeline Marlowe. Former gamma of Ash Hollow. I'm asking for sanctuary."
The air shifted. The woman on my left—they called her Elena—tilted her head. The man behind me, called Jonah, inhaled sharply. And the leader, Marcus, watched me the way one might watch a knife on a table.
"You came far," Marcus said.
"Home is gone. This direction was the only one that didn't smell like the end of something."
It wasn't the full truth. But it was honest enough for a stranger at a border.
Marcus nodded. "We'll take you to the Alpha. He'll decide."
We moved through the forest as a unit—Marcus leading, Elena at my side, Jonah behind. They didn't crowd me, but they left no openings.
The trees thinned. Voices filtered through the mist—laughter, the clatter of wood, brisk footsteps. Willow Ridge's clearing unfolded before us, ringed by wooden cabins. Smoke curled from chimneys. Wolves crossed the open space with an ease that spoke of belonging.
For a moment, the sight struck something raw in my chest. My wolf leaned toward it; I leaned away.
Marcus slowed near the clearing's edge. "Wait here."
He strode toward the packhouse. Elena and Jonah lingered nearby, keeping half an eye on me. A few heads turned, curiosity prickling the air.
I stood very still and tried not to think about how many times I had waited on someone else's border to be sent away.
The packhouse door opened.
A man stepped out.
And the world shifted.
He walked down the steps with quiet confidence that drew attention without effort. Taller than Marcus, broader through the shoulders, built like someone who split logs rather than trained in polished halls.
His flannel shirt—dark green, soft from wear—fit across his chest, sleeves rolled to his forearms. Dark hair was pulled into a low bun, though one loose curl had escaped near his brow.
A short scar bisected one eyebrow. Another, longer, ran from his temple to his jaw—pale and deliberate, as if something with claws had tried to take his face and failed.
My gaze traced those scars before I could stop it. The marks made him feel dangerously real.
Then I met his eyes.
Black—deep and steady, like polished stone. They fixed on me with a focus that made the clearing fade.
My wolf rose so fast it stole my breath.
That one, she whispered fiercely. Ours.
"No," I told her, panic sharpening the word.
He crossed the remaining distance. The closer he came, the tighter the invisible thread beneath my sternum pulled.
Marcus spoke, his voice sounding distant. "Alpha. This is Adeline Marlowe. She seeks sanctuary."
The man stopped a few paces away. Close enough to feel the warmth rolling off him. Not close enough to touch.
"My name is Aiden Hale. Alpha of Willow Ridge."
His voice was low and even, carrying quiet strength. It scraped over my nerves in a way that settled and unsettled at once.
"Former gamma of Ash Hollow," I answered.
His jaw tightened imperceptibly. He had heard the stories.
"I am sorry for your loss," he said. Nothing else.
Simple words, without pity or theatrics. They landed gentler than expected.
"Thank you," I said.
A distant door slammed. Footsteps approached with sharper energy.
A man appeared at Aiden's shoulder—shorter but solid, dark blond hair, watchful eyes. Beta-level aura, threaded with something fiercer than curiosity.
"Luca," Aiden acknowledged. "This is Adeline. She's asking for sanctuary."
Luca's gaze swept over me. His nostrils flared.
Ash. Smoke. The faint echo of bond-singed pain. His eyes hardened.
"Alpha," he said quietly. "You know who she is. The one Ironclaw left breathing. They say death follows her. Five packs rejected her. There has to be a reason."
My hands curled into fists.
Aiden's gaze flickered to Luca, then returned to me.
"We do not make decisions based on gossip. We make them based on what we see."
"What we saw was Ash Hollow burned to the roots and this one walking away," Luca replied. "Invite her in, you invite whatever did that."
"I am standing right here," I said. Quieter than them, but steady.
Luca did not apologize.
"Luca," Aiden said, and there was Alpha in the way he let the name rest.
Luca's shoulders went rigid. He inclined his head.
"I asked you to trust my instincts. This is one of those times."
Luca looked at me again. For a moment I saw something other than suspicion. Fear—not of me, but of what might follow. Then it was gone.
"Understood." He stepped back half a pace.
Aiden returned his attention to me. The thread between us thrummed.
"What exactly are you looking for, Adeline?"
"A bed. A door that locks. Food in exchange for work. A few weeks."
"You are not looking for a new pack." Not a question.
"No."
Something flickered in his eyes. Disappointment or relief—I couldn't tell.
"You will have all of these. Work can wait until you're not walking like your legs might give out."
"I can pull my weight. I don't need charity."
His mouth curved at one corner. "I didn't say you did."
"Why trust a stranger?"
He met my eyes. Something quiet passed between us—private, electric.
"Because my instincts have never steered me wrong. And they're telling me you're not a threat."
He did not mention the bond. He knew it had hit us both—the pull, the sharpening, the caught breath. But he kept it sealed behind those black eyes.
Our secret. Not for his pack. Not for Luca.
My wolf shivered with recognition. My human stiffened with fear.
"Alpha?" a woman's voice called.
Aiden turned. "Freya. This is Adeline. She'll be staying as a guest. Can you get her settled?"
Freya approached—dark hair braided over one shoulder, scent of honey and pine.
"Of course." She gave me a quick once-over and smiled. "Come on. You look two minutes from falling over. We'll fix that before you get stubborn about it."
"I'm fine," I said automatically.
"Everyone who says that is three steps from the floor. Prove me wrong after you've eaten."
My mouth almost managed a smile. I glanced back at Aiden.
He hadn't moved closer, but the space between us felt compressed anyway. His black eyes held mine—patient, unhurried, like he intended to be exactly where I could find him if I ever chose to look.
"Welcome to Willow Ridge, Adeline."
The sentence landed heavier than it should have. I nodded once, because anything more would have required admitting how those words rattled inside the hollow places in me.
"Thank you," I said.
Then I followed Freya into the dim warmth of the packhouse. The scents of cooked food, old wood, and many wolves washed over me as the door closed.
Behind me, I could feel Aiden's gaze like a hand between my shoulder blades. I could feel my wolf straining toward it.
I told myself I had come here only for a bed and a door that locked.
But I couldn't shake the feeling that I had stepped onto a path I would not easily walk away from—especially with an Alpha whose eyes felt like midnight and home at the same time.
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