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

Dante Rodrigo stood on the balcony of his Alpha mansion, overlooking his pack's vast land. The moonlight accentuated his sharp jawline, his icy blue eyes darkened with thought. His muscular frame was tense, his mind burdened by the responsibilities of being the strongest Alpha in the region.

"You're brooding again," a voice came from behind.

Dante turned to see his Beta, Chase Peterson, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.

"The ceremony is tomorrow," Chase reminded him. "The pack expects their Alpha to find his mate."

Dante scoffed. "I don't need a mate. The Moon Goddess can shove her twisted fate. I will never be bound to a woman who weakens me."

Chase sighed. "You can't fight the bond, Dante."

Dante's fists clenched. He was an Alpha. A ruler. He didn't need a mate to complete him.

And yet… deep down, something inside him stirred.

A force he couldn't ignore.