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

The room was thick with tension, the air hot and electric, charged with something primal and inescapable.

Bella lay beneath him, her wrists pinned above her head, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.

Dante's weight pressed into her, his massive form caging her in, his grip unforgiving, possessive, dominant.

His blue eyes burned into hers, dark with fury, hunger, and something far more dangerous.

"You wanted to push me?" Dante growled, his breath hot against her skin.

Bella's pulse pounded.

"You think you can walk into my pack, touch another Alpha, let another man put his hands on you?"

His grip on her tightened, his body vibrating with barely restrained rage.

"You belong to me, Bella." His voice was a low, savage snarl.

Bella stared up at him, her body on fire, her wolf purring in satisfaction at the sheer dominance radiating off of him.

But she wasn't going to give in easily.

"Then prove it."

The words left her lips before she could stop them, a challenge, a dare—

And then—

Dante snapped.

A deep, guttural growl ripped from his throat as he crushed his mouth against hers, taking, claiming, owning.

Bella moaned into the kiss, her body arching into him, her thighs clenching around his waist as his hands roamed lower, gripping her hips so hard she knew she'd have bruises.

His teeth nipped at her lips, punishing, demanding, a warning.

"You're mine," he rasped against her mouth, his voice low, animalistic.

Bella gasped as his lips trailed down her jaw, her neck, his teeth scraping over the spot where his mark should be.

"Dante—"

Her words cut off in a sharp, pleasured gasp as his teeth sank into her skin—

Not deep enough to mark her.

But enough to make her cry out, her body trembling beneath him.

Enough to tell her who she belonged to.

Dante groaned against her throat, his breathing ragged, his wolf raging inside him.

"Say it." His voice was rough, demanding.

Bella's fingers dug into his shoulders, her body shaking.

"Say you're mine, Bella."

Her chest heaved, her head spinning, her body aching for more.

She should fight.

She should make him suffer.

But fuck—she couldn't.

Because she was his.

She always had been.

"I'm yours."

The words were barely a breath, but they shattered the last piece of Dante's control.

A deep, satisfied snarl vibrated through his chest, his fangs dragging over her skin—

"Good girl."

And then—

He bit down.

Bella's entire world exploded.