Alpha’s Possession
Anna is not your ordinary werewolf. At just eight years old, she was stolen from her pack and thrown into a world built on pain. Years passed in silence and captivity, her voice lost to the horrors she survived. Chains dug into her skin, and cruelty became her reality. She hasn’t spoken in nine years, not because she forgot how, but because no one ever made her feel safe enough to try.
Then everything changes.
One violent, chaotic night gives her the chance to run. She escapes, breathless and broken, thinking freedom is finally within reach. But before she can disappear into the unknown, fate places another obstacle in her path. A group of wolves. Strangers. Dangerous. And standing at the center is a man unlike any she’s ever seen.
Festar.
The Alpha.
Powerful, ruthless, magnetic. And for some reason, he’s looking at her like she belongs to him. He claims her as his mate, and just like that, her freedom feels like it’s slipping through her fingers all over again. But there’s something different about this prison. Festar doesn’t hurt her. He doesn’t threaten her. He watches her, protects her, and speaks to her like she matters.
Anna wants to run, but her body won’t move. She wants to fight the pull, but it only grows stronger. She doesn’t trust him, not yet, but when he touches her, she forgets how to breathe. And when he looks into her eyes, she feels something she’s never known.
Safe.
She may not speak, but her silence says everything. This Alpha has claimed her. And whether she’s ready or not, Anna’s story is just beginning.
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Chapter: Chapter 14 The whole day passes rather quickly. In the morning, we painted our nails and toenails. I painted Callie’s, and she got so excited when I added a little red heart on her big toe. Callie painted Hazel’s, which Hazel ended up redoing after, and Hazel painted mine.After that, we had lunch, which a nice girl named Brittany brought up for us. Once we finished eating, Hazel asked if I wanted to get a haircut. My hair falls past my waist and is extremely hard to manage, so I agreed.“Okay, so I’m having Cassidy come here so it’s easier and we don’t have to go all the way across town. She should be here in about fifteen minutes, and it’ll only take around half an hour or so,” Hazel says.I just nod and glance over at Callie, who’s passed out on the couch, her little hand clutching a half-empty nail polish bottle.“So, how have you been? Festar’s been nice, right?” Hazel asks, looking at me with a teasing smile.I laugh softly and nod my head.“Good, because I wouldn’t want to have to kick hi
Last Updated: 2025-10-27
Chapter: Chapter 13We spend the rest of the day in his bed lying down, watching movies and him bringing up dinner, which was just a couple of sandwiches and chips. The night passes smoothly, but as soon as it becomes time to go to sleep, I get nervous. Aside from waking up under his arm, we haven’t been physically close all day. Will he want to cuddle again? Do I want to cuddle again? “Princess, do you want to go to bed now? It’s nearly midnight,” he looks over at me. Right now, we are both sitting on the bed after just finishing another movie, Titanic. That was a really sad movie. I just nod my head, and he goes to get pajamas and a new shirt for me. “Do you want to shower again? You’ll have to take a bath so you aren’t standing, and I’m not sure if you can get those stitches on your feet wet.” I nod my head, and he picks me up and brings me into the bathroom. He sets me on the counter, runs the bath, and helps me sit on the edge of the tub. “I’ll be back in about ten minutes, okay? I’ll be right
Last Updated: 2025-10-27
Chapter: Chapter 12“Anna? What’s wrong?” Festar’s voice is low, uncertain. His eyes are locked on me.I do not answer. What is there to say? If he plans to touch me like they did, he might as well do it now. The timing is perfect. I am weak, injured, unable to fight back.What I never understand is why I cry every time. You would think it gets easier, that after enough times my heart would learn to go numb. But it never does. Every time it feels like dying all over again.Tears slip down my cheeks. I close my eyes, waiting for it.Instead, after a long silence, I feel a hand brush my skin. Not harsh, not punishing, but soft. My eyes fly open, and Festar is staring down at me with an expression I cannot comprehend. His thumb moves slowly across my cheek, wiping away my tears. His eyes glisten, heavy with something I do not expect—sadness.“Princess, I do not know what goes on in your head. And trust me, I wish I did. But whatever it is, I need you to understand one thing.” His voice cracks, and my heart
Last Updated: 2025-09-29
Chapter: Chapter 11After I finish the second pancake, I rise from my chair to clear the plates.“Princess, sit down. I can handle this,” Festar says. He takes the plates from my hands and carries them to the sink. I try to help anyway, but when he turns back and sees the dirty bowl I am holding, he steps closer.“Anna, what did I say? You don’t have to—” His fingers brush mine, and the bowl slips. It shatters against the floor, batter splattering across the room.I feel the sting in my feet, but panic presses harder. I drop to my knees and begin gathering the shards, desperate to clean before he gets angry.“Anna, stop. You are bleeding. You are walking on glass barefoot.”I freeze, staring at my bloody footprints. My chest tightens as I wait for his anger, for the strike I have braced myself for a hundred times before.Instead, Festar lifts me from the floor and sets me on the counter.“Stay here, Princess. Please.”When I look up, I see not fury but concern. His eyes linger on me as if I am fragile gl
Last Updated: 2025-09-29
Chapter: Chapter 10When I look up again, the man sits quietly on the floor across from me. His posture is relaxed, like he’s waiting for something—but not in a threatening way. Just… patient. “I’m not going to hurt you, Anna. I swear I’m—” The moment I hear that name, something inside me unravels. My chest tightens and tears start pouring uncontrollably. I can’t hold it back. My breath catches in my throat and suddenly I’m struggling. The air feels too thin. My heart races. I can’t breathe. “Anna, what’s wrong? Princess, you need to breathe. Look at me. Just breathe.” His voice cuts through the haze, firm but gentle. My vision swims with black spots, my body trembling uncontrollably. Then I hear it again, this time deeper. Closer. “Anna, look at me!” I force my head up and see Festar kneeling in front of me, his eyes wide with concern. When did he move? Wasn’t he just across the room? “You’re safe. I need you to look at me. Inhale. Now out. Again. That’s it.” His voice wraps around me like warm
Last Updated: 2025-07-31
Chapter: Chapter 9After about twenty minutes, we step out of the bathroom. I slip into the shirt and shorts Festar gave me. The shirt is huge, hanging just above my knees like a dress. The shorts don’t fit at all, so I toss them aside and walk out without them. Festar is by the TV with his back to me. He’s changed too. Shirtless, wearing only loose shorts that hang low on his hips. His body is ridiculous—every muscle defined and stretched tight under his tan skin. He looks like he was built to fight gods. His dark hair is tousled, like someone just dragged their fingers through it. I freeze, eyes glued to the way his shoulders flex when he moves. He turns around and catches me staring. My face heats up, and I rush to the bed, trying to act like I wasn’t just mentally undressing him. The mattress is too soft. Too warm. It reminds me I’m far from the cold, stiff cot I was used to in the cabin. Comfort feels strange. Unsafe. “Do you want to watch TV or something?” Festar asks. I yawn and give a small
Last Updated: 2025-07-31
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