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In the shadowed forests of Blackthorn Hollow, where the moon dictates fate, Elara Sinclair finds herself entangled in a dangerous love triangle between two powerful werewolves—each bound to her in ways neither of them can fully control.  

Kieran Draven, the brooding Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack, is a force of dominance and raw power. His connection to Elara is primal, a fated bond that ignites an undeniable hunger between them. Yet, his possessive nature hides a darkness that threatens to consume them both.  

On the other side stands Lucien Vale, the exiled Beta of a rival pack, a rogue with a mysterious past and a secret that could shatter everything Elara believes. His pull on her is magnetic, forbidden, and utterly intoxicating—fueled by a love that defies fate itself.  

Torn between passion and destiny, Elara must navigate the treacherous world of werewolves, where alliances shift like the phases of the moon and desire can be as dangerous as the beasts that lurk in the night. When an ancient prophecy reveals a deadly truth about her existence, she must choose: surrender to the bond that ties her to Kieran, risk everything for the love she shouldn’t have with Lucien, or forge her own path—one that could rewrite the rules of their world forever.  

In Moonbound Desire, love is a battlefield of blood and betrayal, where the heart’s deepest cravings can be both salvation and ruin.

MoonBound Desire

The moment Elara stepped inside the Sanctuary, she felt it.

A pulse in the air. A weight pressing against her chest.

The stone walls were ancient, worn by time but unyielding. Torches flickered along the corridors, casting elongated shadows that made the place feel alive. The scent of old magic and wild earth clung to the air.

She had expected something… modern. Instead, the Sanctuary felt like a relic of an era long before hers.

Kieran walked ahead, his posture tense but controlled. Lucien stayed beside her, his usual smirk replaced by something more guarded.

At the end of the long corridor, a massive iron door stood closed. Symbols were carved into the metal—runes she didn't recognize but somehow felt in her bones.

Kieran lifted a hand, pressing his palm against the center of the door.

A deep, guttural sound echoed through the space as the iron groaned, then shifted, unlocking itself.

Elara swallowed hard. "That's… normal?"

Lucien chuckled. "Not really. But it's dramatic as hell."

Kieran ignored him and stepped inside. "Come on."

Inside, the Sanctuary opened into a massive hall, its ceilings high, the walls lined with bookshelves, weapons, and ancient artifacts. Wolves—shifters—stood in clusters, talking in hushed voices. Some turned, sensing their arrival.

Elara tensed as golden and silver eyes locked onto her. She felt their curiosity. Their suspicion.

A tall woman stepped forward, her long auburn hair braided over her shoulder. Her gaze was sharp, assessing.

"Kieran," she said smoothly. "You brought home a stray?"

Elara bristled, but before she could snap back, Kieran spoke.

"She's not a stray, Rhea. She's the reason we're here."

Rhea's eyes flickered to Elara. "Is that so?"

Lucien grinned. "Oh, trust me, you're going to love this story."

Elara clenched her fists. She hated being talked about like she wasn't standing right there.

"I can speak for myself," she said coldly.

Rhea raised a brow. "Then by all means, speak."

Elara lifted her chin. "I don't know what I am. But something is hunting me. And if you know anything about it, I need answers."

Rhea studied her for a long moment. Then she turned to Kieran.

Lucien sighed dramatically. "Debatable."

Rhea exhaled. "Then she stays. But if she's a danger to us—"

"She won't be," Kieran said firmly.

Rhea's gaze lingered on him before she nodded.

"Fine." She turned back to Elara. "Then let's find out what you really are."

A strange feeling curled in Elara's stomach.

Because deep down, she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.

The wolves den