Mated to the Strongest Alpha Pack

ProlougeThe acrid stench of burning wood and blood filled Raine’s lungs as she stumbled through the ruins of her home. Smoke curled in thick tendrils, choking the night sky and her lungs, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.Her little sister’s tiny fingers were locked in a death grip around hers, sticky with sweat and soot. Raine barely felt it. Her entire body was numb, running on nothing but adrenaline and the desperate, bone-deep instinct to survive.Her mother had told her to run. So that was what she was going to do.She wasn’t going to think about the sickening crack that had echoed through the backyard when they snapped her father’s neck. She wasn’t going to think about the way her mother had screamed, her voice raw and broken, as they did the same to her other two mates.No. Fuck that.She clenched her jaw and kept moving, ignoring the sting in her eyes, whether from the smoke or the tears, she didn’t know. None of it mattered. Not the fire licking at the shattered remains of

One Last Job"Are we really going to do this?" Nova asks, her voice low as we both stare at the monstrous house looming before us.I grind my teeth. This was supposed to be in and out. That absolute fucker. Silas made it sound so simple, but the kind of people who lived in a place like this? They weren’t just anyone.This job is bad. I know it in my gut.But I don’t have a choice.Tomorrow morning, we’re out of here. I’ll miss Deja Brew, miss the semi-normal life I managed to carve out, but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.I glance down at the video feed on Nova’s laptop. She had hacked into their security system with ease, her fingers flying over the keyboard like it was child’s play."Looks like there are guards at every entrance," she mutters. "And cameras in every hallway. Whoever lives here is paranoid as hell."I exhale sharply.Silas knew exactly what he was throwing me into.And now, I have to figure out how to make it out alive.“I can avoid the guards just fine. You got

The Price of SurvivalThe door slams shut behind them, and I hear their footsteps fade down the hall.My wolf howls in my mind, wild and desperate, mates, mates, mates—like she’s ready to tear through steel just to get to them. I grit my teeth and push her back, cutting off our connection. I need to think, actually think, without her primal urges screaming over every other emotion.For a moment, there’s silence.Then Nova turns to me slowly, eyebrows nearly climbing off her forehead. “What the fuck just happened?” she says, voice pitched high like she’s glitching. “Did you just say…? Did they just…? Whaaaat?”If it weren’t for how serious our situation was, I’d have laughed at the look on her face—eyes wide, mouth slightly open, like she’d just watched a unicorn in spandex twerk before us.“They’re my mates,” I croak, voice thin and dry.And just like that, my thoughts explode.Oh my goddess, what are we going to do? We can’t stay here. My mates are so hot. It’s dangerous. So. Fucking

It had been hours since we were locked in the room.We’d checked immediately, of course. Pushed on the windows, tested the hinges. Nothing worked. The windows didn’t budge, and the walls, smooth, thick, and pulsing faintly with magic, were definitely werewolf-proof.So yeah. We were stuck. No way out. No choice but to wait.And in that time, we’d tried to make use of what we had. A nap, first. Our bodies had practically demanded it, collapsing into the plush mattress like it was a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. I don’t even remember falling asleep, just the deep, aching pull of exhaustion and the sharp relief of real warmth for the first time in hours.The bathroom was next, gleaming, pristine, with a waterfall shower that poured hot water in endless supply. I must’ve stood under that stream for an hour, maybe longer, letting it wash away the blood, the dirt, the fear. Nova had hummed the entire time she was in there, and I didn’t even complain. I got it. This was the most peace