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When Kira discovers her mate with another woman during her heat, she thinks the worst has happened. Then he publicly rejects her and she realizes she can't leave the pack borders when she will to. Trapped in a pack that hates her, serving the mate who discarded her, unable to shift, the wolfless girl who couldn't defend herself must find a way to survive. But Kira is done being broken. And she's about to prove that some cages were never meant to hold her.
Chapter 1
Feb 26, 2026
[Kira’s POV]
The heat hits me like a fever dream during the Feast of Shadows.
It starts as a whisper beneath my skin—a gentle warmth that spreads through my limbs, my chest, pooling low in my belly. Then it ignites. My blood turns to liquid fire, burning through every vein until I'm gasping for air that does nothing to cool me.
The dress clings to my sweat-slicked skin, the silk dragging across my body like phantom fingers. Too tight. Too sensitive.
Every breath, every movement, every brush of fabric feels like a caress I don't want but desperately, desperately need.
The sacred drums pulse through the clearing—a deep, primal rhythm that matches the frantic beating of my heart. Around me, pack members celebrate with wild abandon, their faces blurring into a sea of teeth and eyes and laughter.
But I can't focus on any of them. All I can think about is him.
Theron. My mate. My Alpha.
I push through the crowd, my legs unsteady, searching for that familiar broad-shouldered silhouette. He'll help me. He has to.
The mate bond stretches between us like a gossamer thread—so thin I sometimes wonder if it exists at all, if I imagined the whole thing.
I’ve never even felt our bond properly, fully. Maybe because there’s something wrong me, maybe it’s because I’ve never even shifted before.
But surely he feels this. Surely he knows his mate is burning, breaking, needing.
The grove lies beyond the feast, shrouded in ancient trees. My wolf’s presence stirs inside my mind, whimpering, urging me forward with an insistence that borders on panic.
I stumble toward on shaking legs, my vision swimming. That's when I hear it.
“Oh, Theron!” a woman's breathy moan, soft and satisfied. Then his voice—that deep, rumbling growl I know better than my own heartbeat. “Slow down, will you? Oh, yes…”
My feet stop moving. My lungs stop working.
I shouldn't look. Every instinct I have screams at me to turn back, to walk away. To preserve whatever fragile hope I've been clinging to. But my body doesn't listen.
Step by agonizing step, I move forward until I reach the gap in the trees.
And I see them.
Theron has Celeste pressed against the oldest oak. Her legs are wrapped around his bare waist, her gown bunched up around her hips. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy, auburn hair cascading down as he moves against her. Into her.
His hand tangles in those silken strands the way I've dreamed he’d touch me again. His mouth is on her throat, claiming her in the way that matters most.
The world tilted sideways, and I felt sick to my stomach.
When Theron's eyes meet mine over her shoulder, time stops. My heart stops. Everything stops.
For one suspended heartbeat, we just stare at each other. I wait for shock to cross his face. For guilt. For something—anything—that says this matters. That I matter.
Instead, his gaze hardens like stone.
He doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down, and just start moving faster and harder into her.
And I just ran.
My wolf howls inside my skull—a sound of such anguish that my vision blurs with tears. I can hear her, talk to her, but I can't shift. Can't transform into something strong and fast enough to escape this nightmare.
I'm trapped in this weak, human body while my heart shatters into pieces too small to ever put back together.
The feast comes back into focus around me, but everything's changed. Or maybe I'm finally seeing it clearly. Pack members watch me with knowing smirks, their eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction.
They knew. They all knew.
"Look at the broken 'chosen Luna'," someone sneers from my left. "Can't even shift. What kind of mate did our Alpha get stuck with?"
My heat-scent intensifies with my distress, rolling off me in waves. I watch in horror as unmated males lift their heads, nostrils flaring.
Their eyes track me like predators scenting wounded prey. They inch closer, forming a loose circle, and my wolf snarls a warning I can't voice.
"Wolf-less bitch in heat," a mated female laughs, her arm wrapped possessively around her mate. "Probably why the Alpha is looking elsewhere. Who wants a Luna that's barely better than a human?"
The crowd parts suddenly, and Theron strides through with Celeste tucked against his side. She's radiant, her hair perfectly mussed, her lips swollen.
He pulls her closer, his hand spanning her waist with casual possession, and my wolf screams.
"Pack," Theron's voice booms with Alpha command, silencing the murmurs. His eyes find mine across the clearing and hold. "I present to you my chosen Luna. Celeste of the Silver Moon bloodline will stand at my side, bear my heirs, and lead our females."
The pack erupts in cheers and howls. Celeste preens, pressing a kiss to Theron's jaw that makes my stomach heave.
My wolf is howling, howling and howling. A sound only I can hear because I'm too broken to let her out, too weak to give her form.
I need to leave. Now.
Before I shatter completely. Before my heat drives me to do something desperate.
I turn and run toward the borders, my body screaming with need and pain and humiliation. The forest blurs past me, branches catching at my dress, tearing the fabric.
I don't care. I just need to be anywhere but here.
A hand clamps around my wrist, yanking me to a brutal stop. Garrett, one of Theron's warriors, grins down at me with cruel satisfaction. His fingers dig in hard enough to bruise, and I feel something crack.
"Remember when you thought you'd be our Luna?" His breath reeks of fermented honey wine. "Before you walked in on Theron balls-deep in that scout? Even your wolf knew you weren't worth keeping."
The words detonate in my chest.
"Let go," I choke out, tears streaming down my face.
He releases me with a shove that sends me stumbling. But I don't look back, I just keep running.
The border calls to me like salvation—that invisible line where pack territory ends and the rest of the world begins. I can leave. Start over somewhere no one knows the wolf-less girl who lost her mate before she ever really had him.
But I hit the barrier at full speed.
Pain explodes across my skin like I've been set on fire. Ancient magic crackles through me, and I scream as symbols brand themselves onto my wrists. Intricate, glowing marks that burn and burn and burn.
I slam against the invisible wall again, desperately clawing at it, but it doesn't budge.
No… no, no, no. I'm trapped!
"Leaving so soon, sweetheart?"
Theron's voice turns my blood to ice and lava simultaneously. My heat surges at his proximity—his scent of pine and thunderstorms flooding my senses. My body responds even as my mind recoils, and I hate myself for it.
He backs me against a tree with predatory grace, caging me in with his arms. This close, I can smell her on him.
Celeste's jasmine perfumed oil mixed with his sweat and musk.
"What did you do to me?" I gesture at the burning brands on my wrists, voice breaking.
"Not me, sweetheart. Your parents did that a long time ago." His smile is cruel as his hand traces my jawline with mocking gentleness. I shudder, torn between desperate need and soul-deep revulsion. "You're bound to my land. You always have been."
"I don't understand…"
"You will."
He leans in, his breath hot against my ear, and my heat spikes so violently I almost collapse. His hand slides to my throat, not squeezing, just resting there—a reminder of his power.
"You know, I could help you with your... condition." His thumb traces lazy circles against my pulse point, and my treacherous body arches toward him. "One last ride for old times' sake?"

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