HIS LUNA, HIS PRISONER.

Bound by fate, Torn by desire, Forbidden by choice. Rhyna, a healer omega, never asked for war, or to be taken prisoner. But when the feared Alpha, Conan, drags her into the heart of enemy territory, her world flips upside down. He claims she is his Luna, destined by a bond she refuses to accept. She is determined to fight, to resist, to survive... but Conan's dominance, power, and the pull of their inexplicable bond test everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself. In a world where packs clash and hearts are weapons, can a healer survive the Alpha's desires, and resist the pull of a mate she never wanted?

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Chapter 6

RHYNA'S POV

I woke up screaming.

Pain ripped through my chest like claws tearing from the inside. My fingers dug into the sheets as I gasped for air, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst. The room spun, shadows blurring together as heat rushed through my veins.

"No... no..." I whispered, shaking.

The pain wasn't like a wound or sickness. It was deeper and sharper. As if something inside me was being pulled, stretched, punished.

I pressed my hand over my chest, right where the bond burned. It felt hot.

"Stop," I whispered to no one. "Please... stop."

Slowly, the pain eased, leaving me weak and drenched in sweat. My breaths came in short, broken gasps. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, afraid to move.

This was his doing. It had to be.

Ever since I told Conan I would not be his Luna, things had changed. At first, it was only discomfort, restlessness, headaches, and a strange heaviness in my chest. But now... now it felt like my body was turning against me.

He was punishing me.

The door creaked open, and a young maid stepped in, carrying a tray of food. She froze when she saw me.

"You're awake," she said softly. "I....should I call the healer?"

"I'm fine," I lied quickly, pushing myself up. My hands trembled as I wrapped the blanket tighter around my body. "Just leave the food.".

She hesitated, her eyes filled with concern. "You don't look fine."

"I said leave it," I snapped.

She flinched, then nodded and placed the tray on the table before leaving quietly.

The door shut behind her with a soft click, locking me in once more.

Prisoner.

That's what I wanted, wasn't it?

I stared at the food but had no appetite. My stomach twisted, not with hunger, but with something else something heavy and sharp.

Suddenly, a wave of emotion crashed into me. Anger, which was raw and violent.

My breath hitched as my hands curled into fists. The room felt too small, the air too thick. My heart raced, not with fear, but fury, burning, choking rage that didn't feel like mine.

I staggered to my feet, gripping the wall as another sensation followed.

Exhaustion.

Bone-deep weariness settled over me, dragging my body down like chains. My knees buckled, and I slid to the floor, panting.

"What is happening to me?" I whispered.

Then I suddenly realized, this wasn't my anger nor my exhaustion.

It was his, Conan's.

I pressed my forehead against the cold stone wall, breathing hard. I could feel him, his emotions, his state of mind, like echoes inside my chest.

I hated it, I hated that I was tied to him this way. That even locked away, even refusing him, he could still reach me without touching me at all.

"Get out of my head," I whispered angrily. "You don't own me."

The bond pulsed in response, sharp and painful, as if mocking my words.

Hours passed, maybe more. Time blurred inside these walls. Eventually, soft voices drifted in from the hallway outside my door.

I stiffened.

"He's getting worse," one voice whispered.

"He won't rest," another replied. "The Alpha hasn't slept properly in days."

"Healers say it's the bond."

I held my breath.

"She refuses him," the first voice continued. "Rejecting a fated mate... it's dangerous."

Dangerous?

"It harms both sides," the second healer said quietly. "The Luna suffers, but the Alpha suffers more. His wolf is unstable."

My heart clenched painfully.

"He won't force her," the first voice said. "But this can't go on."

Their footsteps faded, leaving me frozen in place.

I felt sick.

So this wasn't punishment. Conan wasn't hurting me out of anger.

The bond was.

And worse... I was hurting him too.

But I hadn't known the cost.

"I didn't ask for this," I whispered, tears burning my eyes. "I didn't choose you."

And yet... neither had he.

And then with no one to pour out my anger on, I turned to the Moon Goddess. At fate. At a bond that didn't care about choice or fear or war.

How dare fate decide my life for me?

How dare it punish us both for refusing?

I wiped my tears roughly and forced myself to stand. My legs shook, but I stayed upright.

"No," I said aloud, my voice trembling but firm. "I won't break."

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Action LGBT+Mafia Modern

7.5

Dirty Affairs With My Daddy's Bestfriend

7.5

I arrived at RavenHills Pack Estate, innocent and eager for college. But my guardian, Alpha Zavian, has other plans. His hungry eyes follow me, awakening desires I never knew existed. The first time he touches me, I melt. His strong hands caress my body, igniting flames between my legs. I crave his cock like a drug. Zavian tries to fight it. "You're my best friend's daughter," he growls. But his rock hard erection tells a different story. He wants me. When I bring home a boy, Zavian explodes with jealousy. "No other male will touch you in my territory," he snarls. He pins me against the wall and claims my mouth in a searing kiss. I whimper as his fingers find my dripping pussy. I get into heat and Daddy offers to take me on free sex lessons. Ones that will disfigure my walking style before the morning. Zavian's cock has become my obsession. I ride him, savoring each inch of his massive cock. His teeth mark my neck as he pounds me into intense bliss. But danger lurks. The pack elders want Zavian to take a Luna. Scandals from his past threaten to tear us apart. I discovered Zavian is the one who begged my father to send me here. Now we have a choice: obey the pack or fight for our forbidden love. As enemies circle, I brace for the final showdown. Will Zavian claim me as his mate...or will our passions burn us alive? The truth will be revealed...right after one last earth-shattering climax.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.7

He Broke Me, Another Man Fixed Me

9.7

My husband, the ruthless Don of the Parks family, made his choice. When his mistress burst in screaming that her son was sick, Jackson didn't hesitate. He left me—his wife who had just been poisoned—pinned against the wall to die, rushing to comfort a child who wasn't even his blood. That night, "Elena Parks" died in a fiery car crash. I spent years rebuilding myself in France, hidden by Hamilton Nixon, a man who loved me in the shadows. I finally found peace. I finally felt free. But Jackson found out the truth. He discovered the boy was another man's son and that his mistress had been drugging him. Instead of letting me go, his grief turned into a terrifying obsession. He hunted me down, kidnapped me, and dragged me back to the estate that had been my prison. I woke up tied to our marriage bed with silk ribbons. "I'm building a garden," he whispered maniacally, stroking my hair as I struggled against the bonds. "Just like you wanted. We're going to be happy." He thought kidnapping was a grand romantic gesture. He thought he could erase the abuse with a fresh coat of paint and forced proximity. But he underestimated me. And he underestimated Hamilton. After a violent rescue, I rose from the ashes not as his wife, but as a titan of industry. Six months later, Jackson stormed the stage at my global summit. He knelt before me on live television, holding a ten-carat pink diamond, thinking he could buy my forgiveness. "I'm ready to take you back," he announced to the world. I looked at the man who had destroyed me, then at Hamilton, the man who had saved me. I grabbed Hamilton's lapels and kissed him in front of millions. "There is no 'us', Jackson," I told him into the microphone, watching his world shatter. "You are just haunting a graveyard."

Action Modern Romance

7.1

Hot For My New Stepbrother

7.1

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he's my stepbrother. He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn't clean anymore. It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue. I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

Action Adventure Modern

9.2

Just A Placeholder: Dying For His Mistress

9.2

I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me. Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti. He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield. The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection. "It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter." My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one. When I was finally on my deathbed, unable to move or speak, Dante didn't cry for me. He cried because his tool was broken. He forced the cursed bangle onto his own wrist, begging the universe to keep me alive so I could continue to suffer in Sofia's place. "Please," he sobbed into my sheets. "Don't leave me alone with the bad luck." I used my last breath to make a wish—not for him, but for my freedom. I closed my eyes and died. Exactly one hour later, Dante's phone rang. It was his father. "Sofia just collapsed," he said. "Her heart just stopped." I was the vessel. And now that I was gone, the poison had come home to the King.

Action Mafia Romance

9.5

Love has its end, and there is no return date

9.5

After five years of marriage, Gu Jinyan is discarded by her husband, Lu Nanfeng, for another woman. Following their divorce, she is targeted by his enemies and nearly loses her life. Surviving the ordeal, she re-emerges as a powerful figure in the business world, no longer the submissive wife she once was. When Lu Nanfeng attempts to reclaim her heart, he finds a cold, independent woman who has moved on from their painful past forever.

Action Modern Romance

HIS LUNA, HIS PRISONER.

Chapter 6

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