Alicia's POV
Ever since that unsettling encounter with Asher, I made a silent vow to avoid all three of the Dome brothers. Distance was my only weapon—and I wielded it fiercely.
I had no one to talk to. My phone had been confiscated the moment I arrived here, and isolation was beginning to feel like a slow death. But I refused to crumble. I refused to be weak again.
Then one afternoon, as I sat staring at my reflection in the mirror, a thought hit me like lightning. If I kept locking myself in this room, hiding like a prisoner, I'd never become the Luna they would be forced to respect. I wasn't just some placeholder for their convenience.
No. If I wanted to reclaim the fire that once made me Alicia—the bold, stubborn girl who didn't take crap from anyone—it wasn't going to happen by sulking between four walls.
I had to act like the Luna I was born to be.
The next time the maid arrived with my meal, I made a decision.
"Take it to the dining room," I said without hesitation. "I'll eat there."
She blinked, looking stunned. "But Luna… the Alphas specifically ordered us to always serve you in your room."
"I'm aware," I replied evenly. "I'll handle whatever consequences come from this."
That evening, I sat alone at the massive dining table. The brothers were nowhere in sight, which brought both relief and disappointment. I wanted to avoid them, yes, but some twisted part of me hoped they'd see me—acknowledge me.
The following morning, I took my rebellion a step further.
I went to the pack's training ground.
Heads turned. Shocked whispers followed me like a shadow, but I ignored them and walked straight up to the head trainer.
"I'd like to join today's session," I said.
He looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "Luna, the Alphas—"
"I'll deal with them," I cut in sharply.
After a pause, he nodded, and that day, I started showing the entire pack what it meant to be their Luna. I trained daily, pushed my limits, endured bruises, aches, and stares. And through it all, the Dome brothers said nothing.
Their silence was louder than any confrontation.
But something else had started—something inside me.
At first, it was subtle. A lingering heat that bloomed whenever one of them was nearby. Whether it was Zane's commanding presence, Asher's dark stare, or Rowan's quiet intensity, my body reacted without permission.
I didn't want to feel this way. I didn't want their touch, their attention—or so I told myself.
But the mate bond had other plans.
It didn't matter how much I tried to avoid them. The ache grew stronger. The need sharper. My own body was betraying me—and I hated it.
It was a quiet morning when the knock came at my door.
"Luna," the guard said stiffly, "Alpha Zane wishes to see you. Immediately."
My pulse jumped. "Alright," I replied, keeping my tone calm. But inside, everything fluttered with a mix of dread and… something darker. Something I couldn't name.
The walk to his office felt like a descent into fire. And when I entered the room, I found Zane standing behind his desk, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
"You sent for me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
He didn't answer. Instead, he walked to the door behind me and locked it.
My heart thudded. That one action said everything.
"I heard you've been acting without our permission," he said as he turned back to me, his voice low and controlled.
I swallowed hard but stood my ground. "Yes. I'm your Luna, but I'm being treated like nothing. I can't keep living like this."
He stepped closer, and the air shifted. The heat from his body hit me like a wave, and I couldn't tear my gaze from his.
"You want to act like a Luna?" he said, voice like steel. "Then you'll learn what that really means."
Before I could respond, he grabbed my arm and pushed me gently but firmly against the wall. My back met the cold surface—but all I felt was fire.
I opened my mouth to protest, to yell, but—
The bond tightened like a noose. My body burned.
"Zane… don't—" I whispered, my voice cracking. But I couldn't finish. I couldn't move.
His eyes searched mine, then he leaned in and kissed me.
It wasn't soft.
It wasn't tender.
It was angry, possessive, punishing.
I pushed at his chest, weakly, but my body was already betraying me—melting under his touch, craving more.
Then the door burst open.
Rowan and Asher walked in, neither surprised.
"Starting without us?" Rowan asked with a smirk, raising an eyebrow.
Zane didn't even glance at them. His grip on my hips only tightened.
Asher calmly walked over and locked the door again. He turned to face me, his expression unreadable but full of hunger.
"I knew she'd break eventually," he muttered.
"I'm not broken," I snapped, even though my voice trembled.
Rowan moved toward me slowly, like a predator circling prey.
"Your scent says otherwise," he murmured, voice thick with desire. "You're in heat, little omega. You can't run from that."
My knees weakened, and at that moment, i gave up fighting the bond.
Zane stood behind me, his hands firm on my hips.
"You're shaking, little omega," he murmured against my neck, voice dark velvet. "Is it fear… or anticipation?"
I gasped as Rowan settled between my legs, his eyes like molten gold.
"She likes the chase," he said, fingers brushing against my clit through the lace panties. "But tonight, you're not running, are you, sweetheart?"
"No," I whispered, heat pooling low in my belly.
Asher leaned in from the side, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he roughly grabbed my breast.
"Say it," he coaxed, lips brushing my cheek. "Tell us you're ours."
My heart pounded, my body strung tight with need. I couldn't hide anymore. Didn't want to.
"I… I'm yours," I breathed, and the possessive growls that followed promised one thing...
I wouldn't leave their bed tonight untouched.