CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA HEIR

I never thought death would feel like stepping into a cage.

Rain hammered down on me as I climbed out of the sleek black car, my black dress already clinging to my skin. The Looke Empire mansion loomed above me like something out of a nightmare, all stone and shadows and money that could crush a person. My mom was gone. Really gone. And now this place was supposed to be my home.

A tall figure stood at the top of the wide stairs, watching me. Even through the rain I could feel his stare burning into me.

"You must be Ella," he said, his voice deep and rough, like gravel under tires. He did not smile. He did not offer an umbrella.

I pushed wet hair out of my eyes and looked up at him. "Yeah. That's me. You are Vincent, right?"

He came down a few steps, slow and deliberate. Up close he was even more intimidating. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, dark eyes that seemed to see straight through me. My stomach twisted in a way I did not want to name.

"Welcome to the mansion," he said flatly. "Victor is inside. He is waiting."

I tried to smile but it felt wrong. "Look, I know this is awkward. My mom and your dad got married so fast and then... everything happened. I did not ask to be dropped here."

Vincent stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his crisp white shirt. "This house has rules. Stay out of my way. Do not ask questions. Do not wander at night. Understand?"

His tone sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold rain. "Are you always this friendly to new family members?"

He let out a short, humorless laugh. "Family. Right. Just remember what I said."

Before I could reply, servants appeared and took my bags. Vincent turned and walked back up the stairs without another word. I followed, my heart pounding harder with every step.

Inside, the mansion felt even bigger. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and silence so heavy it pressed on my chest. Victor met me in the grand hallway. He looked polished and powerful, nothing like the man my mom had described in her rare happy calls.

"Ella," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. His grip was firm. Too firm. "I am sorry for your loss. Your mother was... special. We will make sure you are comfortable here."

"Thank you," I whispered. My throat felt tight. "I still cannot believe she is gone."

Victor nodded once. "Grief takes time. Vincent will show you to your room. We can talk more tomorrow."

I glanced at Vincent. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching us with an unreadable expression. "This way," he said.

We walked down a long corridor in silence. Our footsteps echoed. I hated how aware I was of him beside me. The way his arm brushed mine accidentally. The clean, masculine scent that cut through the rain smell on his clothes.

"This is your room," he said, opening a heavy door. The bedroom was bigger than my old apartment. Soft lighting, a huge bed, windows overlooking dark gardens. "Bathroom is through there. Do not leave this wing tonight."

I turned to face him. "Why? What is going on in this house? You and Victor both act like I am about to break something important."

Vincent stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. The click sounded too loud. "You ask too many questions already."

"Maybe because no one is giving me answers," I shot back. My voice cracked a little. "I just buried my mom. Now I am stuck in a mansion with two strangers who look at me like I am a problem. Excuse me for wanting to know what the hell I walked into."

He stared at me for a long moment. Something flickered in his eyes. Heat. Anger. I could not tell which. "You think this is easy for me? Having you here?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Vincent moved closer. Too close. I could see the rain still clinging to his lashes. "It means some things are better left alone. Go to sleep, Ella."

He turned to leave but I grabbed his arm without thinking. His muscles tensed under my fingers. "Wait. Please. I just... I feel so alone right now."

His expression softened for half a second. Then the wall came back up. "Being alone might be safer for you."

He pulled away gently and left, shutting the door with a quiet click. I stood there shaking, not sure if it was from cold, grief, or the strange pull I felt toward a man I had just met.

I changed into dry clothes and crawled into the huge bed, but sleep would not come. Every creak in the mansion made me tense. Then I heard it. A low, deep growl echoing from somewhere far away. Not a dog. Something bigger. Wilder.

My heart slammed against my ribs. I sat up, clutching the blanket. The sound came again, closer this time. I slipped out of bed and cracked open my bedroom door, peering into the dark hallway.

A shadow moved at the far end. Tall. Human shaped, but the way it moved was wrong. Too smooth. Too powerful.

I stepped out before I could stop myself. "Hello? Vincent? Is that you?"

The shadow froze. Then it turned. Vincent stepped into a patch of moonlight coming through a tall window. His shirt was gone. His chest rose and fell like he had been running. Sweat glistened on his skin. His eyes looked different. Brighter.

"What are you doing out here?" he demanded, voice low and rough.

"I heard something. It sounded like... I do not know. An animal. Are you okay?"

He walked toward me slowly. Each step made my pulse race faster. "Go back to your room, Ella."

"No. Tell me what is happening. Why do you look like you just fought something?"

Vincent stopped right in front of me. Heat rolled off his body. His eyes dropped to my mouth for a second before snapping back up. "You have no idea how dangerous it is for you to be here. How dangerous I am."

I swallowed hard. "Then why do I feel safer standing next to you than I have in days?"

He laughed softly, but there was pain in it. "Because you do not know me yet."

I reached up and touched his chest before I could think better of it. His skin burned under my fingers. "Then let me know you. Just a little."

Vincent caught my wrist. His grip was firm but not painful. "Careful what you ask for. Curious girls do not last long here."

His face was inches from mine now. I could feel his breath on my lips. My body leaned toward him like it had a mind of its own. The air crackled between us. For one wild second I thought he might kiss me.

Instead he stepped back, dropping my wrist like it burned him. "Get inside your room. Lock the door."

"Vincent..."

"Now, Ella."

I backed into my room, heart hammering. As I closed the door I caught one last glimpse of him. His eyes were glowing faintly in the dark. Golden. Not human.

I locked the door with shaking hands and pressed my back against it. What the hell had I just seen? And why did part of me want to open the door and run straight back to him?

Outside in the hallway, I heard a low growl again. This time it sounded almost like my name.

I slid down to the floor, breathing fast. Welcome to your new life, Ella. Try not to get eaten alive.

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I never thought death would feel like stepping into a cage.

Rain hammered down on me as I climbed out of the sleek black car, my black dress already clinging to my skin. The Looke Empire mansion loomed above me like something out of a nightmare, all stone and shadows and money that could crush a person. My mom was gone. Really gone. And now this place was supposed to be my home.

A tall figure stood at the top of the wide stairs, watching me. Even through the rain I could feel his stare burning into me.

"You must be Ella," he said, his voice deep and rough, like gravel under tires. He did not smile. He did not offer an umbrella.

I pushed wet hair out of my eyes and looked up at him. "Yeah. That's me. You are Vincent, right?"

He came down a few steps, slow and deliberate. Up close he was even more intimidating. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, dark eyes that seemed to see straight through me. My stomach twisted in a way I did not want to name.

"Welcome to the mansion," he said flatly. "Victor is inside. He is waiting."

I tried to smile but it felt wrong. "Look, I know this is awkward. My mom and your dad got married so fast and then... everything happened. I did not ask to be dropped here."

Vincent stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his crisp white shirt. "This house has rules. Stay out of my way. Do not ask questions. Do not wander at night. Understand?"

His tone sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold rain. "Are you always this friendly to new family members?"

He let out a short, humorless laugh. "Family. Right. Just remember what I said."

Before I could reply, servants appeared and took my bags. Vincent turned and walked back up the stairs without another word. I followed, my heart pounding harder with every step.

Inside, the mansion felt even bigger. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and silence so heavy it pressed on my chest. Victor met me in the grand hallway. He looked polished and powerful, nothing like the man my mom had described in her rare happy calls.

"Ella," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. His grip was firm. Too firm. "I am sorry for your loss. Your mother was... special. We will make sure you are comfortable here."

"Thank you," I whispered. My throat felt tight. "I still cannot believe she is gone."

Victor nodded once. "Grief takes time. Vincent will show you to your room. We can talk more tomorrow."

I glanced at Vincent. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching us with an unreadable expression. "This way," he said.

We walked down a long corridor in silence. Our footsteps echoed. I hated how aware I was of him beside me. The way his arm brushed mine accidentally. The clean, masculine scent that cut through the rain smell on his clothes.

"This is your room," he said, opening a heavy door. The bedroom was bigger than my old apartment. Soft lighting, a huge bed, windows overlooking dark gardens. "Bathroom is through there. Do not leave this wing tonight."

I turned to face him. "Why? What is going on in this house? You and Victor both act like I am about to break something important."

Vincent stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. The click sounded too loud. "You ask too many questions already."

"Maybe because no one is giving me answers," I shot back. My voice cracked a little. "I just buried my mom. Now I am stuck in a mansion with two strangers who look at me like I am a problem. Excuse me for wanting to know what the hell I walked into."

He stared at me for a long moment. Something flickered in his eyes. Heat. Anger. I could not tell which. "You think this is easy for me? Having you here?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Vincent moved closer. Too close. I could see the rain still clinging to his lashes. "It means some things are better left alone. Go to sleep, Ella."

He turned to leave but I grabbed his arm without thinking. His muscles tensed under my fingers. "Wait. Please. I just... I feel so alone right now."

His expression softened for half a second. Then the wall came back up. "Being alone might be safer for you."

He pulled away gently and left, shutting the door with a quiet click. I stood there shaking, not sure if it was from cold, grief, or the strange pull I felt toward a man I had just met.

I changed into dry clothes and crawled into the huge bed, but sleep would not come. Every creak in the mansion made me tense. Then I heard it. A low, deep growl echoing from somewhere far away. Not a dog. Something bigger. Wilder.

My heart slammed against my ribs. I sat up, clutching the blanket. The sound came again, closer this time. I slipped out of bed and cracked open my bedroom door, peering into the dark hallway.

A shadow moved at the far end. Tall. Human shaped, but the way it moved was wrong. Too smooth. Too powerful.

I stepped out before I could stop myself. "Hello? Vincent? Is that you?"

The shadow froze. Then it turned. Vincent stepped into a patch of moonlight coming through a tall window. His shirt was gone. His chest rose and fell like he had been running. Sweat glistened on his skin. His eyes looked different. Brighter.

"What are you doing out here?" he demanded, voice low and rough.

"I heard something. It sounded like... I do not know. An animal. Are you okay?"

He walked toward me slowly. Each step made my pulse race faster. "Go back to your room, Ella."

"No. Tell me what is happening. Why do you look like you just fought something?"

Vincent stopped right in front of me. Heat rolled off his body. His eyes dropped to my mouth for a second before snapping back up. "You have no idea how dangerous it is for you to be here. How dangerous I am."

I swallowed hard. "Then why do I feel safer standing next to you than I have in days?"

He laughed softly, but there was pain in it. "Because you do not know me yet."

I reached up and touched his chest before I could think better of it. His skin burned under my fingers. "Then let me know you. Just a little."

Vincent caught my wrist. His grip was firm but not painful. "Careful what you ask for. Curious girls do not last long here."

His face was inches from mine now. I could feel his breath on my lips. My body leaned toward him like it had a mind of its own. The air crackled between us. For one wild second I thought he might kiss me.

Instead he stepped back, dropping my wrist like it burned him. "Get inside your room. Lock the door."

"Vincent..."

"Now, Ella."

I backed into my room, heart hammering. As I closed the door I caught one last glimpse of him. His eyes were glowing faintly in the dark. Golden. Not human.

I locked the door with shaking hands and pressed my back against it. What the hell had I just seen? And why did part of me want to open the door and run straight back to him?

Outside in the hallway, I heard a low growl again. This time it sounded almost like my name.

I slid down to the floor, breathing fast. Welcome to your new life, Ella. Try not to get eaten alive.