Moonlight Bonds : The tale of fate ✅

Chapter 1

Author's pov
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Black moon pack

In a dimly lit room, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon, a lone figure sits by the window, his silhouette framed against the pale silver light.

Tears glisten on his cheeks, catching the moon’s radiance like tiny crystals, as he gazes up at the celestial orb above , a silent confidant to his deepest sorrows.

His beauty is undeniable, haunting even, as the moonlight caresses his delicate features.

His blue hair, cascading like a river of sapphires, shimmers with an otherworldly glow, a stark contrast to the shadows pooling in his downcast eyes.

Yet, tonight, that beauty is marred by anguish, the kind that seeps into one's soul and leaves an indelible mark.

This night should have been his. His nineteenth birthday, a milestone celebrated with laughter, warmth, and the promise of a brighter future.

But instead, it feels like a cruel jest. The emptiness in his heart is a yawning chasm, growing deeper with every passing second as the realization dawns: he is alone.

No sweet fragrance, no magnetic pull, no spark of recognition, nothing.

The signs of his mate, promised by tradition and prophesied by the elders, have eluded him.

Midnight strikes, and with it, a finality that sends a sharp pang through his chest. He clutches his arms tightly, as though trying to hold himself together, but it is futile.

The tears fall faster now, soaking into his trembling hands.

Dreams of a love written in the stars, of a partner who would complete him, crumble to ash in his mind.

He had envisioned a future filled with warmth his mate’s arms wrapped around him, the laughter of pups echoing through their home.

Instead, he sits in a void of silence, his dreams shattered around him like broken glass.

He had always pitied the mateless wolves.

The quiet sorrow in their eyes, the forced smiles, the heavy sighs when they thought no one was looking, it used to stir a deep empathy within him.

But he never thought he would join their ranks, trapped by the same cruel twist of fate.

The weight of it suffocates him now, making it hard to breathe, let alone think.

The whispers of the guests who had come to his celebration earlier still linger in his mind. Pity etched on their faces, their soft-spoken condolences felt like slaps to his pride.

Each “You’ll find them someday,” or “The moon goddess has a plan for you,” only deepened the ache in his heart.

Their words meant nothing; they didn’t understand the hollow void inside him, the gnawing fear that this might be his reality forever.

He feels a bitter laugh bubble up in his throat, but it dies before it can escape. What plan could the moon goddess possibly have for him, other than to torment him with false hope?

The rules that govern their lives, those unyielding traditions, now feel like chains, dragging him further into despair.

Resentment flickers in his heart, a dangerous ember that threatens to ignite.

How could she, the moon goddess he had revered his entire life, leave him like this? Wasn’t he worthy of love? Hadn’t he waited patiently, faithfully, for the one destined for him?