Bound By The Moon: The Eternal Bond

Julia's POV

The moonlight bathed us in a soft, ethereal glow, casting everything in silvery light. But just as quickly as it appeared, the clouds veiled it, and the night grew still again.

My breath hitched in my chest. No, I thought. I wasn't ready. I couldn't be. Not yet.

"Julia," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that seemed to wrap around me. "You feel it too. You know we belong together."

"No," I snapped, shaking my head fiercely, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "I don't. I can't accept this. Not now. Not ever." I pushed him away, my heart racing with panic.

The thought of being tied to him, of surrendering to this bond, was too overwhelming. I had spent so long protecting myself, building walls around my heart. Now, it felt like everything I'd fought for was slipping away. The pull of the mate bond was undeniable, but my fear, my anger-they were louder, drowning out everything else.

Without another word, I turned and fled. I couldn't let this happen. Not like this.

But he was faster. Before I could get far, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist with a gentle yet firm force, pulling me back.

"Let go of me!" I cried out, my voice thick with desperation. I twisted in his grip, trying to break free, but he was unyielding.

"You can't outrun it, Julia," Valen said, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper. "The bond is already there."

"Then I'll reject it," I snarled, struggling harder. But the more I fought, the more I felt it-the invisible thread, pulling me toward him, undeniable and strong.

Suddenly, a sharp pain flared in the back of my neck. A flash of light, and then everything went dark.

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Julia's POV (Continued)

I awoke to the sound of water running softly in the background, the warmth of it a sharp contrast to the chill that clung to my skin. My head spun, the world feeling unsteady as I tried to regain my bearings. I could still feel the lingering touch of him-his presence, his warmth, and the undeniable pull of the bond.

The room around me was luxurious, draped in shades of black and grey. The faint, comforting scent of cologne lingered in the air, and the softness of the bed beneath me contrasted with the hardness of my thoughts. Everything about this place felt foreign, and yet there was something... soothing about it.

The sound of running water stopped, and then the door to the bathroom creaked open. Valen stepped out, wrapped in nothing but a towel. I froze, my gaze involuntarily trailing over his form. His body was sculpted-muscles defined, water droplets tracing the lines of his chest and abs. His dark hair was damp, falling over his forehead, and his handsome face was softened by a quiet, almost intimate expression.

I couldn't tear my eyes away. He was... breathtaking.

A soft chuckle broke the silence, pulling me back to reality.

"Like what you see?" His voice was playful, but there was an edge to it that made my heart race.

I quickly turned my face away, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "What's there to see?" I muttered, though my heart wasn't in the words.

"You're still angry," he murmured, his voice thick with something deeper, something primal. He closed the distance between us with slow, measured steps. I could feel the tension in the air, like a charge, a magnetism pulling us together.

My anger flared again, but it felt weaker, more distant. "Why did you bring me here? You kidnapped me!" I tried to pull away, but my voice wavered with a mix of fear and something else I couldn't quite name. "I told you I'm not ready for this... I can't accept this mate thing."

Valen paused, his eyes softening, and then, to my surprise, he chuckled-a low, knowing sound. "You can't deny the truth, Julia. You're mine now, and that's something you'll never be able to change."

The words struck me like a wave, overwhelming and impossible to ignore. My body felt hot, sticky from the sweat of running, and suddenly self-conscious about the way I must smell. I wanted to retreat, to escape, but something kept me rooted to the spot. Something in his eyes, something in the way he looked at me, made my knees weak.

I walked past him, the air between us thick with unspoken things, and made my way toward the bathroom. I needed to clear my head, but every step felt like a struggle against an invisible pull that only seemed to grow stronger.

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Alpha Valen's POV

The moment I found her, I knew something had shifted inside me. For the first time in what felt like forever, my heart felt at peace. She was my mate, and I couldn't-wouldn't-let her slip away. The thought of being with her, of sharing this bond... it made me feel whole. I was no longer alone.

Twenty minutes had passed since she entered the bathroom. My wolf and I were restless, pacing outside the door, feeling the tension building between us. I couldn't stay away any longer. I needed to make sure she was okay, but the moment I stepped inside, I regretted it.

There she was-my beautiful, defiant mate. A surge of longing hit me like a wave, and I could feel my wolf surfacing, my eyes glowing gold with the intensity of the emotions flooding me.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, panic evident in her voice, but even in her fear, there was something that called to me. Her voice was music, drawing me closer.

I couldn't help myself. I moved toward her, closing the distance in a heartbeat. I pressed my lips to hers, a kiss that was both desperate and tender. Her body was soft against mine, and I could feel her heart racing, her pulse quickening.

My hands explored her gently, feeling the delicate curves of her body, the heat of her skin under my touch. My mind spun with desire, and for a moment, I lost myself in the sensation.

I lifted her easily, her protests soft against my lips, and placed her on the bed and hovered over her, admist her protest .

Our bodies moved in sync as the lamp casted two entwined shadows to the wall.

"Mine..." I murmured, my voice thick with longing. "You're all mine."

I felt my canines elongate, a primal urge taking over. Without thinking, I sank my teeth into her neck, the sharp sting of it making her gasp in pain. But it was necessary, a claim, an affirmation of what we both knew.

Exhausted, I lay beside her, pulling her close, holding her in my arms. And for the first time in my life, I felt complete and happy. My mate...I won't let her go.

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