Alpha's search for his Luna

Chapter : Threads of Resistance

The basement was dimly lit, casting shadows across the faces of Daksh, Vyom, and Ranveer, all tied and helpless before me. The air was thick with tension, and I knew none of them would give in easily.

"So you won't budge?" I said, my voice sharp with impatience.

"You should let us go," Daksh spoke with surprising calm, though his eyes held a fire of defiance. "Or fight one-on-one," Vyom added, hissing with hostility. His eyes burned with hatred, as if daring me to untie him.

"Your betas are no match for Priyal," Vyom continued, spitting out the words as if he relished the insult. His pride in Priyal's strength was clear, but it only fueled my resolve.

Daksh gave him a warning look, then turned to me, his voice measured, though laced with quiet anger. "We will go back. Our pack has no enmity with yours."

"And what is your pack?" Rudra interjected, his tone firm.

Samar added, "Rinnay isn't your pack for sure."

Arav's phone buzzed, breaking the standoff. He looked at me, then handed the phone over. "Alpha of Rinnay," he said. I took the call, my grip tightening on the phone.

"Tanishq here," I said, my voice steady.

"Leave them," came the voice on the other end. The tone wasn't aggressive, more of a request, one alpha to another.

"I can't," I replied coldly. "Priyal is my Luna."

There was a brief pause before the alpha spoke again. "Let us meet, then."

"I'd appreciate that," I answered, my mind already calculating.

"Day after tomorrow," he said. "We'll come to your territory."

"How many?" I asked, not willing to risk a blind encounter.

Faint murmurs came through the line before the response: "Twenty."

"Fine," I agreed, knowing that number wouldn't pose a threat if they kept to their word.

"Don't bother them," the alpha urged, a hint of tension creeping into his voice. "And take care of Priyal. She is in danger."

Before I could ask more, the line went dead.

I glanced at the three tied figures before me and nodded to Arav. "Feed them," I ordered. "Lock them separately in the strong room."

Samar muttered under his breath, "It would be easier if we had threads for male werewolves too."

I shot him a glare, and he immediately turned to Rudra and Advik, ordering them to carry out my instructions.

The thought of that sacred thread, tied to Priyal's wrist, gnawed at me. It was meant for pregnant she-wolves to prevent them from shifting, a piece of ancient knowledge passed down through our pack. And now, I had used it on my mate, forcing her into submission when she should have willingly accepted our bond. It wasn't supposed to be like this-this beautiful, powerful thing, reduced to control her because she refused to acknowledge our connection.

I clenched my fists. The threads that bound her weren't just physical-they were emotional, too, and I could feel them pulling tighter with every passing moment.

"She will recognize the bond," I whispered to myself, though the weight of doubt pressed against my heart.