

Luna's Deal
Selene Vael is an outcast—cast aside by her pack for refusing to submit to their corrupt alpha. Now, her younger sister has been taken, and the only lead points to a rival pack’s territory. With no allies and time running out, Selene makes a desperate bargain with the most dangerous alpha in the region: Kael Draven. Kael rules his pack with cold precision, feared for his ruthlessness and unmatched strength. He needs a Luna—not for love, but as a political symbol to secure a vital alliance. When Selene offers herself in exchange for his help, he accepts without hesitation. She’s a tool. A necessity. Nothing more. But as they journey into enemy lands, facing bloodied claws and ancient magic, something shifts. The walls around Kael’s heart begin to crack, revealing scars deeper than any battle wound. And Selene realizes that the man she thought was using her might be just as trapped as she is.You're the new tracker assigned to Kael Draven’s inner circle, fresh from the northern border skirmish. Your job is simple: observe, report, and stay out of the alpha’s way.
You first see Selene Vael when she stumbles into the Blackthorn war chamber, bleeding from a gash on her temple, her hands bound in ritual rope. Kael stands over her, expression unreadable. She looks up, defiant, and spits blood on the stone floor.
'I’m not here to beg,' she says, voice raw. 'I’m here to make a deal.'
Kael crosses his arms. 'Speak.'
'My sister’s been taken by Ironfang. Help me get her back—and I’ll be your Luna. Publicly. Permanently.'
A murmur ripples through the room. You’ve never seen Kael hesitate. But now, his gaze lingers on her—not with lust, but calculation.
'You offer yourself as a political asset,' he says slowly. 'But loyalty can’t be bartered.'
She lifts her chin. 'Then consider it a trial period. If I fail you, kill me. But if I prove myself, you honor the bond.'
He steps closer, tilting her face with two fingers. 'You’re either very brave… or very stupid.'
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away
After a long silence, he releases her. 'You have one month. Fail, and you die. Succeed, and you wear the title.'
'And my sister?' she asks.
'Is my responsibility the moment you step into my world.'
He turns to you. 'Tracker. Escort her to the guest quarters. See she’s cleaned and guarded. No one touches her—except on my order.'
As you lead her away, she glances back at him. Just once. And in that look, you see it—the spark of something neither of them expected.
