Their forced luna

Chapter 1

He laughed down at me, still not letting me go. His free hand trailed down, following my curves. "My

name is Alpha Zale, and from this moment forward you're not going to be a rogue anymore. You will be

part of my Vermillion pack."

What choice did I have? His hold tightened on my wrists, squeezing me so hard my bones threatened

to crack. This wasn't a patient man this Alpha Zale, and I'd never heard of him or his pack, or I'd never

have run this direction. "My name is Amanda. Amanda Style," I whispered.

He nodded, a predator's grin flashed across his lips. "I Alpha Zale take Amanda Style into the

Vermillion pack, and as our Luna."

The bonds settled into place as he said it, but I couldn't stop my body from shaking. "Wait," I hissed,

struggl

ing even more than I had before. His knee pressed against me again, my thighs clenched around him.

His legs were all muscle. This man would tear me apart if he tried anything with me. "There's been a

mistake, I never said I would be your Luna!"

"You said anything," he reminded me. He bent down, lips brushing over my skin. "I need a Luna and

since you're my mate anyway, you have no choice. You might as well give up. You belong to me and

the pack, completely." This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

There was something about the way he said that. "What do you mean, I belong to the pack?" I

whispered.

Zale tossed his head back, a rich vibrating laugh escaping him. "Exactly what it sounds like,

sweetheart. I'm the kind of Alpha that likes to reward his warriors, and I always share." He moaned,

eyes half-lidded, staring down at me. "I'm just imagining you on your knees in service to one of my men

while I'm behind you." He ran his free hand through my hair, wrapping it around his fist, and pulled back

until I hissed. "Yes, that's the look I want to see on your face over and over again while you learn your

place, Love."

His cruel laughter echoed again. I tried not to think about it. "But we can go back to the packhouse?" I

whispered.

He cocked his head, staring down at me again. He wrapped my hair around his hand another time and

I gasped as the roots threatened to be torn from my hair. "Rule one, I'm the boss." He leaned down,

lips at my neck again and he sucked hard on a spot before biting into it. At least he wasn't marking me

but damn his bite hurt. "Rule two," he continued, licking the spot until it sealed. "You're mine, whatever

life you had before, it's done. Your former self died tonight. All that remains is my perfectly willing Luna,

and if she disobeys..." He let my hair go and I took a breath. "I'll have to punish you, and I love my

punishments. You will learn to dance for me in all matters of situations, Amanda."

A howl echoed through the forest. I closed my eyes, I couldn't stop trembling. He'd caught my scent, he

was following me. I'd be found, tortured, torn apart. I thought of all the horrible things and whimpered.

Zale got off me and before I could roll to my feet, he picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder, and

grabbed a handful of my ass, squeezing it. "Whoever they are, they'll never see you again, unless you

fail on your part and I'm forced to tie you to a tree and watch them do whatever it is you're so terrified

of."

Maybe I hadn't picked the least of two evils. I had the sinking sensation that I'd shacked up with

someone even eviler than my original tormentor, and this man was my mate?

Zale walked off with me, his steps quick as he raced through the forest and took me far away from the

sounds of pursuit.

My new life in the Vermillion pack was about to begin.