The Moonlight Pack
The castle reeked of blood and betrayal.
Alpha Rio lay on the Alpha bed, sweat-soaked and pale, the stump of his severed arm still bandaged with thick, bloodstained gauze. The castle healers had done what they could, but even they whispered among themselves, some wounds weren’t just of flesh.
Gaia stood at the doorway, her chest heaving, her eyes glossy but not from tears—those had dried out days ago. It was rage now. She had helped the omegas escape the Guardian Pack after Rio snapped. She had run through chaos, dodged blades, spilled blood. For him.
For the one man who would never see her.
His voice broke the silence, weak and strained but still laced with bitterness. “Where the f**k are the healers? Why do I feel like death just pissed in my mouth?”
“You’re aliv
