The Alpha’s Problem

“She attacked you?”

The room fell into a heavy silence.

Lucian stood at the head of the long table, unmoved, unbothered—like the question didn’t matter.

Like nothing ever did.

“She’s alive, isn’t she?” he replied calmly.

That alone was enough to send tension rippling through the room.

Dante leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes sharp with interest.

“That’s not the point,” he said. “You brought a human into the territory… turned her… and now she’s attacking you?”

A slow smirk tugged at his lips.

“…I like her already.”

Kael didn’t share the amusement.

“This isn’t a joke,” he said coldly. “Newly turned wolves don’t behave like that.”

His eyes flicked toward Lucian.

“Something is wrong with her.”

“She’s unstable,” another voice added.

Rhea.

Lucian’s sister.

She stood near the window, her expression unreadable—but her eyes?

Sharp.

Calculating.

“And dangerous,” she continued, tilting her head slightly. “You should have killed her.”

Silence.

Deadly silence.

Because everyone in the room knew one thing—

Lucian didn’t tolerate that kind of suggestion.

Not when it came to something that was his.

Lucian’s gaze shifted slowly to Rhea.

Cold.

Warning.

“She’s not dying.”

The finality in his voice made it clear—

This wasn’t up for discussion.

Rhea smiled faintly.

But there was no warmth in it.

“Interesting,” she murmured. “You’re keeping her.”

Dante raised a brow.

“Oh, he’s not just keeping her,” he said lazily. “Didn’t you hear? She bit him.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Kael’s eyes narrowed.

“…She what?”

Lucian didn’t respond.

Didn’t deny it either.

“That’s impossible,” Kael said. “No one bites an Alpha and lives.”

Rhea’s smile deepened slightly.

“Oh… this just got entertaining.”

“She’s not normal,” Dante added, more serious now. “I could feel it the moment you walked in. Her scent… it’s different.”

Lucian’s jaw tightened slightly.

He already knew that.

Before anyone could speak again—

A scream echoed through the building.

Sharp.

Raw.

Familiar.

Amara.

Lucian was gone before anyone could react.

One second he was there—

The next?

Gone.

Dante let out a low whistle.

“Well… someone’s attached.”

Kael stood immediately.

“This is exactly what I was talking about,” he muttered. “She’s a problem.”

Rhea turned toward the door slowly.

A glint of something dangerous flickering in her eyes.

“…Then let’s go see the problem.”

Amara couldn’t breathe.

Her chest rose rapidly as she stumbled backward, her hands gripping the edge of the bed.

Everything was too loud again.

Too sharp.

Too real.

“What is happening to me?!” she cried, her voice shaking.

Her heart pounded violently as unfamiliar sensations rushed through her body.

Stronger.

Faster.

Wilder.

She could hear footsteps approaching—

Multiple.

Her head snapped toward the door.

Fear surged instantly.

“No… no no—stay away!”

The door burst open.

Lucian stepped in first.

His presence alone shifted the air.

Dominant.

Heavy.

Unavoidable.

Behind him—

Others followed.

Strangers.

Wolves.

Her body reacted instantly.

A low growl escaped her throat before she could stop it.

The room went still.

Because that?

That wasn’t normal.

Kael’s eyes narrowed.

“She’s already reacting to us.”

Dante leaned against the wall, watching her with interest.

“Yeah… and not like prey.”

Rhea stepped forward slightly.

Her gaze locked onto Amara.

Cold.

Sharp.

Assessing.

“So,” she said softly, “this is the human who thinks she can bite an Alpha.”

Amara’s breathing grew uneven.

“I didn’t—”

“You did.”

Her voice was calm.

But dangerous.

Amara’s back hit the wall.

Trapped.

Surrounded.

Her instincts screamed at her.

Fight.

Run.

Survive.

“Stay back,” she warned.

Her voice trembled—

But her eyes?

They glowed faintly again.

That was all it took.

Kael moved instantly.

Too fast.

Too sudden.

He grabbed her wrist—

Wrong move.

Amara reacted without thinking.

Her body moved on instinct alone as she twisted free, shoving him back with a force that sent him stumbling.

The entire room froze.

Kael.

Stumbled.

Dante blinked.

“…Oh, this is getting good.”

Rhea’s eyes widened slightly.

Just for a second.

Before the interest returned.

Stronger now.

Lucian didn’t react outwardly.

But inside?

His wolf was fully alert.

Watching.

Analyzing.

This confirmed it.

She wasn’t just different.

She was powerful.

Kael straightened slowly, his expression darkening.

“That shouldn’t have happened.”

“No,” Lucian agreed quietly.

“…it shouldn’t have.”

Amara’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she stared at all of them.

“I don’t know what you people are,” she said, her voice shaking. “But I’m not one of you.”

Silence.

Then—

Lucian stepped forward.

Slow.

Controlled.

Dangerous.

“You are now.”

Her eyes locked onto his.

Fear.

Anger.

Defiance.

All at once.

“I’m not staying here.”

He stopped in front of her.

Close.

Too close.

His voice dropped.

Low.

Final.

“You don’t leave my territory.”

Her heart pounded.

“Watch me.”

A pause.

Then—

A slow, dark smile spread across his face.

“Run,” he said.

Her breath caught.

“What?”

His eyes gleamed.

“Go ahead.”

The room stilled.

Even the others watched now.

Curious.

Interested.

Because they all knew—

This wasn’t freedom.

This was a test.

Amara hesitated.

Just for a second.

Then—

She ran.

Dante exhaled slowly.

“…She’s not going to get far.”

Rhea tilted her head slightly.

“No,” she murmured.

“…but I want to see how far she can get.”

Lucian’s gaze remained fixed on the doorway she disappeared through.

His expression unreadable.

But his voice?

Certain.

Possessive.

Cold.

“She can run…”

A pause.

Then—

“…but she will come back to me.”