Bound To Be Luna
READING AGE 16+
Prologue
“You are nothing, nothing but an Omega. You will never leave these grounds, I forbid it!” Alpha Isaac growled as he pushed me to the floor and shoved the mop into my hands. “Now clean. I want this place sparkling by morning or else!” The words echoed in my head as he finally walked away, leaving me to pull myself together. I was in a haze of frustration and fear, desperate to regain what shattered dignity.
I am Elora, an Omega from the Blue Mountain pack, bound by rules that suffocate my spirit. Dreams of freedom flicker in the recesses of my mind like a distant star, always out of reach. Alpha Isaac’s iron-fisted control of my life has left me trembling with the unspoken desire to defy him. I know the risks; the punishments for disobedience are dire. And yet, as I scrubbed the floor, my heart raced with the thrill of rebellion that simmered just beneath the surface.
It was on that fateful day, when the weight of his chains became unbearable, that I made a choice that would irrevocably alter the course of my life. A spark ignited within me, a fierce determination to reclaim my narrative, and with it, a glimmer of hope for a life beyond this prison.
I ran. I ran until my lungs burned and my legs screamed for mercy, driven by an overwhelming urge to escape the suffocating confines of my existence. I had no idea what awaited me outside the pack’s borders.
But when I awoke in a stranger’s bed, a swirl of confusion and uncertainty enveloped me. I was met with warm eyes and soft whispers, and to my astonishment, they called me Luna. In this new world, the truth about my worth came crashing down like a tidal wave, revealing the depths of my true identity and the secrets that had been hidden for so long.
But, would I ever truly be free from the clutches of my cruel Alpha?
Unfold
The light burned.
Not my skin—my bones.
It poured through my fingers in a rush so violent I cried out, knees buckling as the Sanctuary answered my touch like a living thing finally drawing breath. The relic flared blinding white, then gold, then something deeper—older—threaded with silver veins that pulsed in tim……
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