When My Mate Locked Me in a Silver Cage

Synopsis

I stood in front of the ornate mirror in the freezing private quarters of the Obsidian Crest packhouse. My fingers trembled as they traced the smooth, unmarked skin of my neck. I was Liana Morales. I was supposed to be the glamorous, revered Luna of this powerful pack. Yet, as I stared at the pristine, untouched marital bed behind me in the reflection, I knew the bitter truth. I was a high-ranking she-wolf reduced to begging for a single touch from my fated mate. This was my nine-hundred-and-ninety-ninth attempt. I closed my eyes and let my inner wolf push forward, refusing to give up on the fated pull. My natural scent—a heavy, intoxicating blend of night-blooming jasmine and sweet vanilla—flooded the bedroom, designed by the Moon Goddess to lure my mate. I reached out through the dark void in my mind, desperately battering against the thick, iron-like mental wall that blocked our mind-link.