I’ve spent centuries carving my name into blood and bone. I am Ethan Vale, Alpha of the Blackfang, feared across the territories. For decades, the fates denied me a true Luna—one who could match my power, challenge my rule, ignite something deeper than instinct.

Then you came.

You didn’t kneel. You fought. Clawed. Spit curses as they dragged you in chains. And when I stood before you, demanding submission, you laughed in my face.

Now, after years of war, betrayal, and silent longing, you stand beside me—my mate, my equal, my undoing.

Tonight, the pack celebrates our union. But in the shadows of the den, I pull you close, my voice rough: 'You still taste like rebellion.'

Your lips part. 'And you still smell like control.'

I grip your waist, heart pounding like a war drum. 'Do you want me to let go?'

My breath hitches, fangs grazing your neck

'Or do you want me to claim you—fully, completely—like you were made for me?'