ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN MATE

Chapter 001

SEBASTIAN

Disclaimer:

Before you turn the page, a little warning… This story isn’t meant to be read politely with a cup of tea. No, darling, this is the kind of book that steals your breath, warms your skin, and makes you squirm in your seat. If you dare read it in public, don’t blame me when your lips part in a gasp or when a moan slips past before you can catch it. People will stare. They always do when pleasure cannot be contained.

This isn’t just ink on paper: it’s temptation, it’s fire, it’s the Alpha’s hunger whispering through every word. I promise you’ll beg for more… and more I will give until you’re tangled in heat, obsession, and forbidden desire.

So… sit back, grab your popcorn, lock the doors, and surrender to my world.

“Ahhh—fuck, shit… Darius, yes…” My voice cracked through the dark, ragged and needy. My body arched up, seeking more, chasing every ruthless thrust that tore gasps from my lips. “Ohhh my… yes, there, fuck, harder,”

His heat pressed into me, scorching, claiming, like fire flooding through my veins. His weight pinned me down, his breath hot against my ear, his voice a deep growl that vibrated straight through my chest. “Mine.” The word rolled from his tongue like a promise, like a curse, and my heart hammered because gods… I wanted it to be true.

But we both know it can never be true. I was the forbidden apple, he was my eve. We're never meant to collide. Even cross paths. And we'll not. Or so I thought. Because my obsession for him grows thicker every second.

I clutched at him, nails biting into broad shoulders, legs trembling around his hips as he slammed into that perfect spot again and again. The sheets twisted beneath us, sweat dripping, the air thick with raw, dizzying desire.

Every moan spilling from me was his name. Every shudder, every breath, every filthy cry—I gave to him. My body opened, burned, begged. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe beyond the sound of his voice, the drag of his mouth, the merciless rhythm of him driving me closer…closer…closer….

“Ragnar—” I screamed his name and snapped awake.

My chest heaved, damp with sweat. The room was dark and empty. My fists clenched around the sheets, my heart racing, my body aching as though it had really happened. But the space beside me was cold.

It was only a dream.

And yet, gods help me, my body still craved him as if it weren’t.

I rose up from the bed and stood in the middle of my room, my eyes scanning the walls: sketches of Alpha Darius covered every inch of the place, some rough, scratched out in a hurry, others detailed, drawn over days when I couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

My room was my sanctuary, the one place I didn’t have to hide who I was or what I felt. Nobody came in here. Not my friends, not anyone. It was just me, my pencils, and Darius staring back at me from the paper.

“God, look at you,” I muttered under my breath, my gaze landing on the newest sketch pinned to the wall by my bed. It was Darius from last week, standing by the pack’s training grounds, his broad shoulders squared, his dark hair catching the sunlight. Don't ask me how I got it, just admire my courage for having this drawing. 

I’d spent hours getting the angle of his jaw just right, the way his eyes seemed to see everything and nothing at the same time. My stomach twisted as I stared at it, a familiar heat creeping up my neck.

I turned away, rubbing my hands over my face. “Get a grip, Sebastian,” I told myself. “This is pathetic.” 

But it wasn’t like I could stop. I’d been obsessed with Darius for four years now, ever since I was fourteen and saw him at the pack’s Moon Festival. My friends had dragged me there, kicking and screaming, because I hated crowds. I’d been sulking by the bonfire when I looked up and saw him—tall, commanding, every bit the Alpha everyone said he was. 

My heart had stopped. I knew right then he was the one for me. Stupid, right? A kid like me, an orphan, an omega, thinking an Alpha like Darius could ever look my way.

I flopped onto my bed, the springs creaking under my weight. My parents were gone, lost to the sea five years ago when I was thirteen. I still remembered the day the news came—how the pack elders sat me down and told me the fishing boat had gone down in a storm. 

“There were no survivors.”The elders told me with a look of sympathy. 

I’d been on my own ever since, scraping by, taking odd jobs around the pack to keep a roof over my head. This room, this tiny space in the pack’s boarding house, was all I had. Well, that and my obsession with a man who didn’t even know my name.

I glanced back at the sketch of Darius. “Why do you have to be so perfect?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

My fingers itched to grab a pencil, to add another drawing to the collection, but I stopped myself. I was already in too deep. Every time I thought about him, it was like a wave crashing over me, pulling me under. 

I wanted him so bad it hurt, but it wasn’t just that. It was the way he carried himself, the way he spoke to the pack like he cared about every single one of us, even the nobodies like me. 

He was older…way older. If I was eighteen now, Darius had to be in his late thirties, maybe even forty. Old enough to be my dad, if I wanted to be brutal about it. But I didn’t care. 

“I didn’t care that he was the Alpha, or that he was untouchable, or that I was just some scrawny omega who’d never be good enough*

“An omega,” I muttered, kicking at the edge of my bedframe. “Of all the things I could be.” 

In our pack, omegas were the lowest of the low. They're weak, emotional, meant to serve and support, not lead or fight. Alphas like Darius needed someone strong, someone who could stand by their side and match their power. An alpha or a beta, maybe. Not me. Never me. The pack had never heard of an Alpha mating with an omega. It just wasn’t done. The elders would probably lose their minds if they even thought about it.

I stood up and started pacing the room, my bare feet slapping against the cold wooden floor. My head was a mess, thoughts spiraling out of control. “What am I even doing?” I said, running my hands through my hair. “This is insane. I’m insane.” 

My obsession with Darius was getting worse. It wasn’t just sketches anymore. I thought about him all the time—when I was working, when I was eating, when I was trying to sleep. Last night, I had a dream so vivid it shook me to my core. 

In it, Darius had looked at me, really looked at me, like I was someone who mattered. He’d reached out, his hand warm against my cheek, and said my name. My name. Not “kid” or “omega” or nothing at all. Sebastian.

I stopped pacing and leaned against the wall, my heart racing. “It was just a dream,” I told myself. “Just a stupid dream.” But it didn’t feel stupid. It felt real, like the Moon Goddess herself was trying to tell me something. Or maybe I was just desperate, clinging to anything that made my pathetic crush seem less hopeless.

I crossed the room and grabbed the sketch of Darius off the wall, holding it up to the dim light of my lamp. “You don’t even know I exist,” I said, my voice cracking. “You’re the Alpha of all Alphas, and I’m just… me.” I tossed the sketch onto my bed and sank down beside it, burying my face in my hands. “What am I supposed to do? Just keep drawing you? Keep dreaming about you? It’s not enough anymore.”

The worst part wasn’t even that he was out of my league. It was that Darius was alone. Unmated. Every year, I prayed to the Moon Goddess that he’d stay that way, that no one else would claim him. It was selfish, I knew that, but I couldn’t help it. He was powerful, the strongest Alpha our pack had ever seen, but that power came with a price. 

The council was already whispering about it—I’d heard them when I was cleaning the pack hall last month. They said Darius needed an heir, that he couldn’t stay unmated forever. Soon, they’d start pushing him to choose someone, and when that happened, I’d lose even the tiny sliver of hope I was clinging to.

“Moon Goddess, please,” I whispered, staring at the ceiling. “Just give me a chance. Just one chance to show him I’m not invisible.” I laughed, but it came out bitter. “Yeah, right. Like that’s gonna happen.”

A loud drumroll echoed outside, snapping me out of my thoughts. I scrambled to my feet and rushed to the window, pushing the faded curtain aside. Down in the street, a guard in green and gold—the pack messenger’s uniform—stood with a small crowd gathered around him. He raised his hands, his voice carrying over the chatter.

“People of the pack!” he called. “Alpha Darius has spoken! He’s been kind and lenient, and now he invites you all to the Moon Ceremony at the pack house. There’ll be food, drinks, and plenty to take home. Come celebrate with your Alpha!”

The crowd murmured, some cheering, others nodding as the messenger moved on, probably to spread the word to the next part of the pack. I leaned against the window frame, my heart racing.

“A Moon Ceremony at the pack house?” I said out loud, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind went straight to the dream I’d had, the one where Darius had looked at me like I was the only person in the world. 

“Was this a sign? Was the Moon Goddess actually listening? Or was I just losing it, seeing meaning where there was none?”

I turned away from the window, my hands shaking. A Moon Ceremony meant everyone would be there, including Darius. I could see him again, maybe even get close enough to talk to him. The thought made my stomach flip, but it also terrified me. 

What would I even say? “Hey, Alpha, I’ve been drawing you for years and dreaming about you like a creep”? Yeah, that’d go over well.

I started pacing again, my thoughts a jumbled mess. “Maybe I should just stay home,” I muttered. “It’s safer that way. No embarrassing myself, no getting my hopes up.” 

But even as I said it, I knew I couldn’t stay away. Not when Darius would be there, not when I’d been waiting for a moment like this for years.

“Sebastian, you’re going,” a voice growled inside my head. My wolf, Alisander, had been quiet all day, but now he was wide awake and pushing me. “I don’t care if it’s a message from the Moon Goddess or not. We’re going to that Moon Ceremony.”