Alpha's Heaven

After class ended, everyone drifted off to their elite circles, and I walked home alone through the woods.The path leading back to the pack house was lined with tall pine trees, their shadows stretching long across the dirt trail as the sun dipped behind the hills. The air was thick with the scent of moss and autumn leaves.For a moment, I let myself imagine living somewhere else—somewhere I wasn’t treated like trash, where I didn’t have to walk on eggshells, constantly holding my breath and bracing for the next insult or chore dumped on me like garbage.But reality returned the second the pack house came into view.I stepped inside quietly, hoping to slip down the hallway before anyone noticed.No such luck.Luna Denise stood in the foyer like she’d been waiting all afternoon just to catch me. Her arms were folded across her chest, her lips pressed into a sharp line. Not a single strand of her perfectly styled hair was out of place. A pearl necklace glinted at her throat as she step

The sun had dipped below the horizon. As night settled over the packlands, the atmosphere changed. The packhouse pulsed with life. The hall was filled with families of high rank, and the atmosphere was heavy with their presence. Most of the people gathered were Alphas and Lunas from different packs. They carried themselves with confidence and power, and their presence alone made the space feel smaller, as if the walls were closing in.I wanted no part of it. But Damian had other plans. He had shoved me into a plain black dress, one that clung to me uncomfortably and revealed more skin than I wanted. Then he handed me a tray of wine glasses and placed me with the betas who served the guests, forcing me to move among them like I belonged there as a servant.I didn’t know what his true reason was, but I knew when I was being humiliated. That much was clear.My hair was tied back tightly, pulling at my scalp, and the dress made me feel exposed in a way that unsettled me. I walked with my

Damian's POVWe had just returned from a long run under the moon and the shift back to skin still tingled in my muscles as we gathered around the bonfire. Flames leapt high into the sky, sparks rising like fireflies and vanishing into the darkness. But even as the fire burned hot and bright, something in the air felt off. There was a strange pull that I couldn’t explain, something I couldn’t shake no matter how many times I tried to focus.Lidia, one of the alpha daughters from the academy, had attached herself to my side all night. She had been smiling, laughing, speaking to me as though no one else existed. Her perfume clung to the air—sweet but artificial. She leaned in closer now, her hand brushing an imaginary speck of ash from my chest. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth curved in a practiced, seductive smile.“You’re the Alpha of the Silverclaw pack now, Damian,” she purred, her voice low and soft, as though she was trying to wrap herself around me. “You can have anything yo

Skye's POVMy wolf whined, tail low, ears pinned back—but her attention was fixed on him. She wanted him. Desperately. Her need wasn’t rational, wasn’t earned. It was instinct. Bond-deep. She was drawn to him, despite everything. Despite the years of silence, the pain, the way he’d looked through me like I didn’t exist.I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood.Maybe if I stayed quiet, he’d go away. Maybe if I pretended none of this was happening, it would break. The bond. The scent. The weight of his eyes on me.But I knew better.You don’t walk away from a mate bond. You survive it—or you don’t.“Skye,” he said again, this time softer. The sharpness in his voice was gone, replaced with something… uncertain. “Please.”Please.That single word cracked something inside me. Just a hairline fracture—but I felt it.I stood up slowly, my legs unsteady, heart pounding so hard I thought he might hear it through the wood. My wolf pressed against my skin, pacing just beneath the surface, re

Skye’s POVHe took a few steps forward, slow and purposeful, until we were only an arm’s length apart. Close enough that I could feel the shift in the air, like it had thickened between us.My wolf stirred violently inside me. She was a storm beneath my skin, clawing at the inside of my ribs, begging me to close the distance. Desperate to touch him. To surrender. To submit. The word made my human self flinch, but my wolf? She howled for it. For him.My cheeks were burning, my lips slightly parted, and I could feel the weight of my own heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a drum of war.I hated it.I hated how easily he could unravel me without even trying. I hated how just standing in front of him made my knees feel weak. How my body betrayed me with every breath.And then, he said it.“Take off your clothes,” he said flatly, his voice cool and unreadable.I blinked. My stomach dropped.“W-what?”My mouth went dry. Heat rushed to my cheeks. For a full second, I forgot how to breath