CHAPTER 2: MY WOLF WANTS HER 1

Zane

My eyes sweep every inch of the gallery, surveying whether hunters have dared to enter. They wouldn’t risk ruining my night—my werewolves are scattered throughout the territory, ready to tear them apart if they try. Still, I remain cautious. The humans here think I’m nothing more than a renowned artist, head of a top-tier Academy. Fools. My reality is far darker than they could ever comprehend. I am the Grand Alpha, the unchallenged leader of the most powerful wolf clan in the world.

Wolf Academy? It’s no ordinary school. It’s a training ground for wolves, a place where they learn to follow my orders. I am feared, and rightfully so. I’m the most dangerous man alive. My senses are sharper, my reflexes faster, my body heals in seconds, and when I attack—it’s brutal. All thanks to Kris, my red-eyed wolf. He’s the deadliest wolf across all clans. I run this city. Yet, the wolf hunters threaten to destroy my clan and end my rule.

Augustine, their leader, took my Luna from me. Lina’s blood is on his hands. Rage rushes through my veins, fueling my thirst for vengeance. My only goal now? Silence every last wolf hunter in this city, wipe them out, and claim the city for wolves.

But tonight? Tonight, Mr. Zane Christopher must play his part. “Thank you for coming,” I say, my voice polite and cold. My politeness is a cover, nothing more. “You’ve made the right choice for your evening,” I add, charming and self-aware, without a smile. My gaze remains cold. Smiles are for the weak. Speaking firmly, I continue, “Let’s raise a glass for a toast—to the love of art.” My face hardens, and the crowd echoes, “For the love of art.” Everyone smiles, sipping their drinks, while I take mine slowly, my eyes scanning the room as the cheers die down. The art exhibition is a huge success.

Werewolves despise humans entering our world. But these humans have their use. They’re a necessary evil, helping to protect our secret. My art hides the truth—that anything out of the ordinary ever happens here. This gallery, this entire event, is nothing more than a camouflage. Everything is going as I planned.

Yet something feels wrong.

Magdalena, my Beta, approaches. “We have some guests waiting for photos,” she says with a frown, her displeasure with humans clear.

I don’t respond. Something’s off. Kris, my wolf, shifts uneasily inside me, restless.

Then it hits me. A scent—unfamiliar, intoxicating. Kris stirs, desperate, his growl vibrating through my chest. My instincts flare, pulling me toward it. I hesitate, fight it, but the scent is relentless, dragging me forward. I move through the crowd, ignoring the voices calling my name.

I have to find the source of this scent. Now.

Kris is desperate, demanding. I don’t understand why, but I follow, unable to ignore the pull.

“Alpha Zane! Where are you going?” Magdalena’s voice trails behind me, but I don’t answer. My focus is locked elsewhere, drawn to the pull I can’t resist. Kris urges me on, growling, “Mate! Mate!” His voice is commanding, relentless.

No. I can’t allow this. Not after Lina. Not until Augustine’s blood spills at my feet. I won’t take another mate until I’ve fulfilled that promise. As long as Augustine still breathes, I can’t allow myself to choose another.

But the scent leads me to the balcony. And there she is—her back to me, hands resting on the railing, taking in the cool air. Kris roars, pushing against my will, demanding I claim her. But I won’t. She can’t be my mate. She’s human.

Kris’s hunger intensifies, pulling me toward her. “I can’t choose her, Kris,” I mutter, trying to shake the thought. Yet, I can’t help but wonder—could she really be my mate? No, it’s impossible. She’s a bloody human.

I turn, ready to leave her behind, but Kris pulls me back. My eyes land on her once more, and that’s when she turns. Our eyes lock, and heat floods my veins. A rush of passion consumes me, body and soul. Every instinct in me screams to claim her, to take her, to make her mine. She’s breathtakingly gorgeous, dressed in a stunning red evening gown that flows to her feet, the fabric hugging her in all the right places.

Magdalena catches up, but I don’t look away from the woman.

“Alpha Zane, we have VIPs waiting for you,” she says, knowing full well how resourceful they are to me. But I cut her off, my voice stern. “Who is she?”

Magdalena glances at the woman with disgust. “A human,” she spits. “Nothing more,” her voice oozing with contempt. Magdalena hates humans and has no patience for them.

“Find out who she is,” I command coldly. “Now.”

Magdalena hesitates but knows better than to question me. She walks away, and my gaze returns to the mysterious woman in red. She winks at me. With my hand clenched into a fist, I raise my index finger and motion for her to come closer. Her fear is rising inside, her heartbeat erratic as she approaches. She’s scared.

Good.

She stands before me, and the desire to claim her consumes every part of me. All I want is to take her here and now—feel her lips against mine. My hands itch to tear that red gown off her body, to press her beneath me. I want her naked, legs open, begging me to give her the best fuck she’s ever had. But no, I must resist.

Quiet, Kris! I command. I can’t desire another woman. It’s a battle in my head. But she’s a temptation that’s testing my limits.

You’re confused. Kris growls back.

No! I won’t let Kris have control. He’s pushing, wanting to claim her, but I hold him back, forcing myself to stay calm.