Claimed for the enemy alpha
The forest was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets, where the full moon reigned like an indifferent goddess. Eliza moved forward with uncertain steps, her white dress torn by branches that seemed eager to trap her. The air was heavy with humidity and danger, and the sound of her ragged breathing was the only echo in the midst of the darkness. But she was not alone. She knew it.
Lucian followed her, his steps silent like those of a predator stalking its prey. His presence was an invisible weight hanging over her, a bond she could not break no matter how hard she tried. When she finally stopped beside a clearing bathed in the silver light of the moon, he emerged from the shadows, his tall, dark figure projecting a threat impossible to ignore.
“You always run,” Lucian murmured, his voice low and dangerous, like the purr of a restrained beast. “But I always find you.”
Eliza spun around sharply to face him, her blue eyes shining with a mix of defiance and fear. Her heart pounded uncontrollably, but it wasn’t just because of the danger he represented; it was because of the undeniable attraction burning between them, like a fire that could not be extinguished.
“You can’t keep doing this to me,” she snapped, though her voice trembled. “You can’t control me.”
Lucian smiled, that crooked smile that seemed to promise chaos and pleasure in equal measure. He stepped closer to her, closing the distance between them with a ease that stole her breath away.
“Control you?” he asked softly, leaning toward her until his warm breath brushed against her skin. “I don’t need to control you, Eliza. You already belong to me.”
Eliza wanted to protest, but the words died in her throat when he lifted a hand and brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, but there was something dark behind it, something that made every fiber of her being tense.
“You are mine,” Lucian whispered. “Even if you fight it, even if you deny what you feel, you cannot escape me.”
Eliza closed her eyes, trying to block him out, but her body betrayed her mind. The connection between them was an invisible tether pulling her toward him, a bond so deep it seemed impossible to resist. When she opened her eyes again, she found him staring at her with an intensity that completely disarmed her.
“This is wrong,” she murmured, though her voice lacked strength.
Lucian tilted his head toward her, his lips brushing hers in a gesture as tempting as it was dangerous.
“The forbidden is always the sweetest,” he whispered before capturing her lips in a fierce, claiming kiss.
Eliza felt the world disappear around her. Only the two of them existed under the crimson moon, trapped in a dark, seductive game from which neither could escape.