Refuse To Be One of His Thirty Luna Candidates novel Chapter 3

Late that night, a violent shock ripped through my mind.

This wasn't a mind-link. It was an invasion.

Instantly, feelings that weren’t mine flooded my body.

Hot skin, ragged breaths, and the feeling of being filled…

“Feel that, Elysia?” Lydia’s voice echoed in my head, dripping with vicious pleasure. “This is what a real mating feels like. Pure pleasure. Something you could never give him.”

I shot up in bed, severing the connection.

But the sensations lingered.

Damon’s hands, Damon’s kisses, Damon’s body.

Sent to me, through her.

That bitch.

I blocked her from my mind.

The next morning, I went straight to the tactical command center to confront Damon.

I was going to officially reject him and leave the Blackmoon Pack.

I knew he was always there at dawn, planning the pack’s strategy. No exceptions.

The main door was shut.

I went to a side entrance where a one-way observation crystal was set.

Laughter echoed from inside.

“Alpha, you were with Lydia again last night. Looks like she’s really going to be our Luna,” a voice said. “But using a ‘Soul-link spell’ to make Elysia think you were Fated Mates? For six years? How are you going to explain that when you bond with someone else?”

My blood ran cold.

“She’ll never know,” Damon’s voice dripped with arrogance. “That shaman’s magic was worth every coin. The spell was flawless—it fooled her and her wolf completely.”

“But why?” another man asked. “Elysia is strong. Loyal.”

“Too strong,” Damon’s voice turned cold. “So strong I couldn’t feel my own authority. Mates are supposed to complement each other, not compete.”

“So you chose Lydia?”

“A real woman,” his voice was laced with a primal satisfaction. “Submissive, worships me, and never tries to take control in bed. That’s the kind of mate an Alpha needs.”

The laughter started again.

“Poor Elysia. Living a lie for six years.”

“She’ll never find out,” Damon said with cruel certainty. “Once the Soul-link spell is cast, it makes her believe our connection is the Moon Goddess’s will. Even if I choose Lydia, she’ll just blame herself for not being good enough.”

My knees buckled. I slammed back against the wall, the corridor spinning violently around me.

Six years.

Six years of what I thought was love, destiny, a connection of souls.

All fake.

It was magic. A spell.

A carefully planned deception.

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