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 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
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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
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Chapter: Chapter 8When we step into the room, the scent is the first thing to hit me. Earthy. Deep. Wild. It smells like pinewood and warmth and something darker beneath the surface. It wraps around me, settling into my lungs and skin. This is Festar’s space, no doubt about it. I look around slowly. The walls are a soft, cool gray. Shelves line one side of the room, stacked with worn books and framed pictures. His world is in this room, and it’s quiet and still. The bed in the center is massive—bigger than any I’ve ever seen. It’s covered in a thick navy comforter, and tucked beneath it are dark red sheets that remind me of wine and blood. There are pillows stacked at the head of the bed, huge and inviting, like they’re daring someone to get lost in them. Festar places me down gently and steps back. He doesn’t say anything. He just watches me, his tall frame leaning against the doorway like he’s guarding me and the whole damn room at the same time. There’s something careful in the way his eyes follow
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Chapter: Chapter 7After a few minutes of awkward silence, Festar finally asks if I want to walk back to the main house, since it’s less than half a mile away. I nod, and we quietly step out of the smaller house into the warm spring air. The sunlight hits us, and for a moment, I have to squint. My eyes aren’t used to it. I feel the breeze brush against my bare legs, and even though it’s warm, goosebumps break out along my arms. Hazel had brought me cotton shorts and a T-shirt last night, but the light fabric doesn’t help much. I sense someone watching me. I glance over and catch Festar staring, his brows slightly furrowed, torn between giving me space and stepping closer. I make the choice for him. Wordlessly, I walk a little closer and link my arm through his. His expression softens instantly, and the smile he gives me… it’s everything. His whole face lights up, like that one tiny gesture meant the world to him. It makes me wonder why. Then I remember what Hazel said about mates. Something I’ll
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Chapter: Chapter 6The next morning, sunlight spills through the window like honey, warm and slow against my skin. My eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep. Every part of me aches, but it’s no longer the sharp, screaming pain. It’s duller now. Manageable. Healing. I shift upright and blink away the blur, and that’s when I see them. Hazel is sitting on the floor, legs tucked beneath her, peaceful and still like she’s been there a while. Next to her is a little girl with long blonde hair in a messy ponytail, pink leggings, and a sparkly shirt. She’s coloring, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrates. She looks up and meets my eyes. Big hazel ones. Just like Hazel’s. Round, soft, trusting. A miniature copy. And when she sees I’m awake, her whole face lights up like the sun came alive inside her. “Hi!” she squeals. “I’m Callie! Mommy said we can color with you today.” Her words tumble out with the kind of excitement only little kids can get away with. Her voice still has that a
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Chapter: Chapter 5Once Festar storms out of the room, I shift my eyes back to Hazel. “Sorry about him,” she says gently. “He’s just… protective, especially with you being his mate and all. He freaked out when you didn’t wake up for days.” She inches toward me, slow, careful, like I’m a wild animal she doesn’t want to spook. Hands up, no sudden moves. I don’t get it. Why is she even helping me? Why does she care? I don’t want to be here. I don’t want anyone. I want to be alone. Free. No orders. No fear. I could survive in the woods. I did it before. Before they took me, I had a pack. My parents were the Alphas. But I didn’t get far enough. I wasn’t thirteen. I hadn’t shifted. I didn’t get trained. All I knew were scraps, whispers, rules that meant nothing when I was dragged away. Hazel catches the confusion on my face and tilts her head. “Do you know a lot about werewolves?” she asks. I shrug. “You were in a pack before?” I nod. “Did you go rogue?” I shake my head. “Did you leave?” I shrug
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