Chapter 2: Fragments
Zayn let go of her and stood motionless at the edge of the bed, his breath coming in sharp, measured bursts trying to hold himself together. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white.
His wolf growled restlessly inside him. Uneasy and Conflicted?
None of it made sense.
She was supposed to be the enemy. The final act in his revenge. A Brightpaw.
But now, she lay in his bed like something broken—fragile, silent, and shaking.
His mate!
The word burned.
Zayn swallowed hard, his jaw tight. He didn’t want this. Didn’t ask for it. And yet, the bond pulled at him—relentless, primal. His wolf wanted her. Needed her.
But Zayn wasn’t a slave to instinct anymore. He’d been one once. Chained. Beaten. Broken.
Never again.
So if the Moon Goddess thought binding him to her would fix what was broken inside him...
She was dead wrong.