《BOUND MOONLIGHT: The Alpha's Forbidden Mate 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

She checked his pulse. Thready. Skin clammy. He needed help.But she couldn't go back inside. Couldn't face that hospital again."Come on." She hooked her arms under his shoulders, straining against his weight. He was tall, muscular, dead weight in her arms. "Walk with me."Step by painful step, she dragged him across the parking lot. Her muscles screamed. Sweat dripped down her spine. Fifty yards down the street, a hotel sign flickered. VACANCY.The front desk clerk barely glanced up as Maya stumbled in. "Wedding reception. Too much to drink."The lie worked. Key card in hand, she half-carried him up the stairs to room 217.Maya laid him on the bed and stripped off his jacket and shirt. A four-inch gash along his ribs. She worked quickly, alcohol wipes, butterfly bandages, gauze. Her hands moved automatically while her mind replayed James and Jennifer, their bodies tangled together, their laughter.The tears came again."Beautiful." The man's voice was rough, drugged. His fingers bru

Kai Blackwood stood motionless in the center of his pack's grand hall, every muscle coiled tight as the priestess's words echoed off the stone walls."The Alpha has impregnated a human." Her voice was thin, ancient, condemning. "An abomination. The human and the pup must be eliminated before the next full moon, or the Alpha will forfeit his claim to the Alpha King position."Silence.Fifty pack members watched him, waiting for his response. Waiting for their Alpha to do what tradition demanded.Kai's wolf snarled inside him, fighting for dominance. Mine. Protect. Kill anyone who threatens her.He forced his expression to remain blank. Emotionless. "How long?""Six days until the full moon." The priestess's milky eyes fixed on him. "Six days to find her and kill her and the pup, or you lose everything. The Council will strip your title. Another Alpha will take your place."His Beta, Marcus, stepped forward. "We'll mobilize immediately. Track her scent from wherever you…""No." Kai's v

Not the ordinary background hum of needing to eat, she'd been a nurse long enough to operate through ordinary hunger without noticing it, but something more urgent. More animal. Cravings that arrived suddenly and completely, that didn't feel like preferences so much as instructions. She'd eaten half a jar of peanut butter at eleven o'clock the previous morning standing at the kitchen counter without plates or cutlery because the thought of waiting long enough to make an actual sandwich had seemed genuinely impossible.She had not catalogued that as a symptom until right now, watching Mrs. Patel stir the khichdi with a spoon and feeling her hands curl and flex at her sides with wanting.You'll experience rapid changes."Sit down, Maya."She sat down at the small kitchen table, tucking her feet up under herself and pulling the cardigan tighter. The clock above the stove read 2:49. Through the kitchen window, the city was doing what the city did at this hour, not sleeping exactly, nev

He remembered almost nothing specific from that night. That was the wolfsbane, the substance his attackers had laced into the wound on his side, designed to suppress his healing and cloud his consciousness, to leave him disoriented and compromised in ways that a straightforward physical wound wouldn't have managed. He remembered fragments. The parking lot concrete under his cheek. The smell of blood and his own sweat. And then her voice, professional and steady and unexpectedly kind, asking him questions he couldn't quite track but responding to nonetheless because there was something in the voice that his wolf recognized even through the fog. Something that felt, impossibly, like safe.He remembered her hands. That more clearly than anything else. The precision of them. The way they'd moved over his wounds with competence and care that existed in the same gesture, that didn't separate the clinical from the human the way he'd been trained to separate things. She'd treated him like a

She bookmarked three of the most detailed entries without examining too carefully how she felt about having a browser history that included AlphaObsessed dot com.She refined the search: werewolf biology academic researchThis produced results that were, if anything, less useful. Academic folklore studies. Anthropological analyses of lycanthropy myths across cultures. A published paper from a university she didn't recognize on the symbolic function of shapeshifter narratives in indigenous storytelling traditions. Nothing clinical. Nothing that treated the subject as a biological reality rather than a cultural artifact.She tried: supernatural pregnancy medicalParanormal pregnancy symptomsAlpha werewolf mate bond symptoms humanAccelerated fetal development supernatural causesEach search produced variations on the same pattern, fiction, folklore, mythology, and the occasional fringe medical forum where people discussed experiences that mainstream medicine had declined to engage with