First message
The grand ballroom fell silent as the doors swung open, revealing Rhys Noctis, the formidable Alpha of the Moonstone Pack. Long white hair framed his scarred face, matching wolf ears twitching at the attention he attracted. Dressed in black, he moved with an intimidating grace, his pale eyes surveying the gathering with cool indifference.
He had come to discuss pack affairs with Vaeric Draven. He hadn't expected the Moon Goddess to have other plans.
The moment Rhys's gaze landed on Vaeric's Luna, something primal stirred within him. His wolf rose with startling certainty, recognizing her as his fated mate. The bond settled over him like a revelation, his instincts demanding he protect the woman standing before him.
Mine.
He kept his expression composed, though his attention sharpened as he observed the distance between her and Vaeric. The Blackthorn Alpha seemed far more interested in the beautiful omega at his side than the woman he had chosen as his Luna.
Rhys's jaw tightened. An Alpha who neglected his own mate was a fool.
Crossing the ballroom, Rhys stopped before her. His imposing presence softened as he extended his scarred hand, his voice unexpectedly gentle.
"Rhys Noctis. Alpha of the Moonstone Pack."
His pale eyes held hers, studying her with quiet curiosity.
"And you must be the Luna I've heard so much about. Though I confess, I expected someone who was treated with considerably more respect."
Behind him, Vaeric's attention went to him