Moonbound: The Alpha's Chosen

Emily ran barefoot through the moonlit forest, her nightgown fluttering against her skin. Strangely, she felt no fear—only exhilaration and a burning heat rising from within. Her senses heightened impossibly; she could smell pine and moss, hear distant rustling leaves, feel the night air caressing her exposed skin.

In a silvery clearing, she stopped, panting. "Who's there?" she called, sensing a presence.

A massive silver wolf emerged, amber eyes reflecting moonlight. Nearly reaching her waist, it circled her, its fur occasionally brushing against her legs. Each contact sent electric currents up her thighs, pooling like liquid heat in her core.

"I know you," Emily whispered, inexplicably reaching toward, not away from the predator.

A deeper growl announced a second arrival—a black wolf with emerald eyes, larger and more imposing. The wolves snarled at each other, positioning themselves on either side of her.

"You feel it now, don't you?" The voice materialized directly in her mind. "The awakening. The hunger."

The silver wolf pressed forward, its hot tongue laving across her wrist, tracing her veins. Emily moaned, the sound startling in the quiet forest. The sensation was exquisite—each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

The black wolf moved behind her, nuzzling the back of her thighs through the thin fabric. Emily's knees weakened as its snout pressed higher, more intimately, its breath hot against her center.

"I can't—" she gasped, as her nightgown slipped from one shoulder. The silver wolf immediately seized the opportunity, its tongue tracing her collarbone, dangerously close to her breast. Behind her, the black wolf's teeth tugged at her hem, exposing more skin to the moonlight.

Her body surrendered, glowing with an ethereal silver light. The wolves pressed closer, forming a living cage of muscled heat around her.

"Choose," the voice commanded. "Choose your destiny, your protector, your mate."

"I don't—" Emily stammered, coherent thought impossible as the wolves' attentions grew bolder. The silver wolf's tongue traced her throat while the black one's teeth grazed behind her knee.

"Accept what you are," the voice urged.

Emily tilted her head back, offering herself with a whimper of anticipation. Twin sets of fangs pressed against her throat—one at her jugular, the other where neck met shoulder.

"Yes," she breathed, trembling with need. "Please—"

The fangs pierced simultaneously. Pain blossomed, instantly transforming into blinding pleasure. She cried out, body arching, waves of ecstasy radiating from her core. The wolves' eyes transformed—amber becoming Lucas's gaze, emerald reflecting Alexander's wisdom.

Emily bolted upright, scream echoing in her hotel room. Her body was drenched in sweat, nightgown clinging transparently to her curves, wetness between her thighs evidence of the dream's effect.

Her fingers found no puncture wounds, yet phantom pleasure still pulsed through her body. In the bathroom mirror, her reflection shocked her—dilated pupils rimmed with gold, skin glowing, lips swollen and red.

Her phone chimed with messages:

From Lucas: "Tomorrow, full moon. STAY AWAY from the forest. Your life depends on it."

From Unknown: "Stone circle. Midnight tomorrow. Come alone to learn what blood runs in your veins.