Bound by Fate, Torn by war(THE LUNA’S WAR)

Bella could still feel him.

His scent.

His hands on her body.

His breath against her skin.

But he had walked away.

Again.

She stood there, chest heaving, body trembling, her mind still struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

Dante had hunted her.

Caught her.

Ruined her.

And then, just when she had finally challenged him to claim her completely—

He stopped.

Because he wanted her to beg.

Bella's jaw tightened, rage flickering beneath her skin.

Beg?

She would never beg.

Not for him.

Not for anyone.

Her wolf, Luna, growled in frustration, restless, unsatisfied.

"He's playing with us," Luna whispered. "He wants us desperate." Bella clenched her fists. "Two can play that game."

Dante's Darkness

Dante stormed into his office, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls shook.

His body was still on fire.

His hands still ached to touch her again.

His wolf was raging inside him, clawing at his mind, demanding blood, submission, a fucking claim.

But he had walked away.

Because if he had stayed, if he had given in—

He would have marked her.

And once he did that, there would be no turning back.

She would be his in every way.

Bound to him.

Tied to his soul.

And fuck, he wanted it.

Wanted to ruin her for anyone else.

Wanted to see her on her knees, begging for his teeth, for his mark, for him.

But she wasn't ready.

Not yet.

His Beta, Chase Peterson, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"You look like you're about to murder someone," Chase commented, arching a brow.

Dante let out a low, dark laugh.

"Not someone." His blue eyes flashed. "Just one person."

Chase smirked. "Bella?"

Dante exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "She's testing me."

"And what are you gonna do about it?"

Dante's lips curled into something deadly.

"Make her regret it."

Bella's Defiance

Bella knew exactly what she was doing.

And she didn't care.

If Dante wanted her to beg, to break, to crawl to him on her hands and knees—

He was in for a fucking surprise.

She dressed carefully that night, slipping into a deep-red silk dress that clung to every curve, exposing just enough skin to drive a certain Alpha insane.

She walked into the pack's main hall, where warriors and high-ranked members gathered after training. The moment she entered, conversations stopped, heads turned.

She ignored them.

Because she had one target.

And when she saw him, her breath hitched.

Dante was standing near the bar, his muscular arms crossed over his chest, his sharp blue eyes already locked onto her like a predator waiting to strike.

Bella smirked.

Good.

She walked toward him, slow, deliberate, every movement designed to push him closer to the edge.

And then, just as she reached him—

She brushed past him like he didn't exist.

Dante's entire body tensed.

His jaw clenched so tight it looked like he might snap his teeth.

Bella didn't stop.

She walked straight to Sydney Hart.

The Golden Park Alpha.

The man who had once offered her a place in his pack.

The only man Dante hated more than anything.

Sydney's eyes lit up with interest as Bella stepped close, her fingers trailing lightly over his arm.

Dante's growl ripped through the room.

Every wolf in the hall went still.

The air shifted.

Dark.

Dangerous.

Bella didn't even flinch.

She leaned in, her lips barely an inch from Sydney's ear. "Dance with me."

Sydney smirked, his gaze flickering toward Dante. "You sure you want to do that, sweetheart?"

Bella held his stare, her golden-brown eyes burning with challenge.

"I don't see an Alpha stopping me."

A low, deep snarl vibrated behind her.

Then—

The glass in Dante's hand shattered.

Bella barely had time to react before a brutal, possessive grip wrapped around her waist.

And then—

She was ripped away from Sydney and thrown over Dante's shoulder like she weighed nothing.

A chorus of gasps filled the room.

Sydney chuckled darkly. "Well. That was fast."

Dante didn't say a word.

He was already walking out of the hall, carrying Bella like a prize.

Like a fucking conquest.

Bella kicked and thrashed, fists pounding against his back.

"Put me down, you psychotic bastard!"

Dante didn't stop.

Didn't even hesitate.

He stormed out of the hall, through the packhouse, up the stairs—

Straight to his room.

The moment the door slammed shut behind them, he threw her onto the bed.

Bella gasped, her breath hitching.

She barely had time to react before Dante was on her, his body hovering over hers, his blue eyes burning with raw, violent possession.

"You wanted my attention?" His voice was low, lethal.

Bella's pulse pounded.

"Congratulations, Bella. You fucking have it."

Her breath caught as his fingers wrapped around her wrists, pinning them above her head.

Dante's mouth brushed against her ear, his breath hot, rough.

"Now tell me—"

His teeth **scraped against her pulse point, the place where his mark should be.

"Do you still want to test me?"

Bella's entire body burned.

She had played the game.

But Dante?

Dante was about to finish it.

And this time—

There would be no running.