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Chapter two
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2025-11-27 03:47:24“We won again! The greatest Alpha never disappoints!”
I didn’t answer. Words were wasted after war.
But then it came. A scent. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. My wolf stirred, restless for the first time in years.
I stopped walking.
“Arthur?” Lucas frowned. “What is it?”
The smell grew stronger. My chest tightened. Something called to me. Something dangerous.
Lucas , my right hand man and also the beta of my pack said lazily. “You’re awfully quiet, Alpha,” he said, glancing at me with that infuriating grin. “Don’t tell me war has stolen your tongue. Or maybe…” “Maybe it’s a mate calling.”
I shot him a glare. “Don’t start, Lucas.”
He chuckled, not remotely fazed. “Oh, come on. I know that face. You’ve been sniffing the air since we crossed the border. Admit it. You smell something.”
He wasn’t wrong.
That strange pull had been gnawing at me since we left the battlefield. A scent, sweet, sharp, unfamiliar- hovered at the edge of my awareness, clawing under my skin. My wolf was restless, pacing, scratching to get out. But I forced it down. I’d lived too long without a mate to believe in miracles now.
I focused back on the road. “It’s nothing.”
It can't be a mate calling, right? I asked myself even though the scent got stronger.
“Sure.“The Alpha who never smiles, the mateless Alpha, suddenly distracted by nothing. Right.” Lucas teased again.
I ignored him, but his words landed heavier than I liked. Mateless Alpha. That was the name they’d whispered behind my back for years. I had ruled battles, secured victories, trained harder than any wolf I knew, but no matter what I achieved, the absence of a mate had always been my failure. The word was poison. I’d lived my life without one, trained my heart into steel. A mateless Alpha. That was who I was. That was why I was strong.
Maybe the Goddess had skipped me. Maybe she decided I didn’t need one. I’d learned to live with that. Or at least, I thought I had.
We rounded a bend, and Lucas suddenly sat upright. “Hold up.”
I slowed, headlights flashing over something sprawled across the roadside mud. At first glance, it looked like roadkill. Small, broken, unmoving. My men pulled over behind us, and I could hear doors slam as weapons were drawn.
Lucas cursed under his breath. “Could be a rogue spy. Or worse, a wild soul left here as bait. Let me end it. I don’t have time to waste.” He reached for his gun.
“Wait.” My voice was sharp, instinctive.“Arthur….”
“I said wait.”
Silence fell. My men froze. Even Lucas looked thrown by the tone I used. My wolf surge through me, it's losing control for the first in years. The last time it did was the day I lose my parents.
I walked closer and the scent become deeper. It's burning in me like a fire.
Lucas’s voice broke through behind me, hesitant. “Alpha…?”I ignored him and walked closer. The body was small, fragile. A girl. Blood stained her temple, her dress torn. She barely breathed.
My wolf roared inside me.
MATE.
That alone made me lose it all!
No. Impossible.
My heart beat faster than normal, I felt my body feeling attached to the lady. What exactly is happening?
Is it truly a mate calling?
At that moment, I felt the urge to grab her close and claim her. I want to feel that scent my whole life.
Lucas lowered his sword slowly. “Arthur… your eyes. They’re glowing.”
I tore my gaze away from the girl, forcing control back into my voice. “She’s not an enemy. She’s coming with us.”
“What?” Lucas blinked. “You’d drag a half-dead omega into your palace? Since when do you take in strays?”
“Since I said so.” My tone was final.
The warriors exchanged uneasy glances. They had seen me slaughter men without hesitation, burn rogues without a second thought. And now here I was, sparing one girl.
No! Not sparing. Claiming.
I bent and lifted her into my arms. She was light, far too light, and her blood soaked into my shirt. She didn’t stir, but her lips moved faintly, as if whispering to someone who wasn’t there.
Something twisted in my chest. Something I didn’t want to name.
“Prepare the clinic,” I ordered. “Get the doctor. Now.”
“Yes, Alpha.” The men scattered instantly.
Silence emerge, no dare to talk. You talk, you lose your tongue. I don't negotiate nonsense and disobedience.
Two men stepped forward, guiding the front as we headed back. Her blood smeared my jackets, but all I could hear was my wolf’s relentless chant. Mate. Mate. Mate.
The packhouse estate glowed when we arrived, modern glass and steel cutting sharp lines against the night sky. The private clinic inside was already waiting, doctors rushing forward as we carried her in.
“She’s in a coma,” the head doctor told me after what felt like hours. “Too much blood loss, but we’ll do everything we can to stabilize her.”
Coma.
The word tasted like ash.
For three days, I barely moved from her side. Lucas brought food I didn’t touch. He cracked jokes I didn’t laugh at.
I could hear the murmur going on in the industry; they whispered about me in the halls, the Alpha who was supposed to be unshakable, now rooted to a hospital bed like a desperate man.
Let them whisper.
Every hour, I sat there, staring at her pale face, fighting the thought that she could still slip away. My wolf never stopped pacing, never stopped growling for me to protect her.
You asked for nothing, Arthur, I reminded myself on the second night, my head heavy in my hands. I told myself that I didn’t need a mate. But now I’ve found her, and I will break down if she doesn’t wake up.
I stood at her side, watching every movement, every shallow breath.
A mate I was never meant to have. And yet, I couldn’t look away.
Three days. That’s how long she stayed unconscious.
I didn’t leave her room. Not once. Not even when Lucas threatened to drag me to the training grounds. I sat by her bed, her scent a constant torment, my wolf pacing like a caged beast.
On the third day, her fingers twitched. Her lips parted. Her eyes blinked open.
Brown. Soft. Terrified..
“Who are you? Please don’t kill me.”“Mate!” I didn't know how it get out from my mouth. The word ripped from me, raw and uncontrollable. I was out of my chair in an instant, pulling her carefully into my arms. Relief crashed over me so hard I thought my knees might give out.
With the look in her eyes, I want to hold her and kiss her like those characters in the movies. I want to mark her as mine.However, I'm concerned about her fear. Why would she thought of me as a killer? What exactly is she scared of?
I asked myself different questions but I got no answer. However, I don't care about her past because I'm ready to protect her and make her mine.
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Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred seventy-six
FinalThe morning did not mark itself as final.That was the first thing Tyla understood when she woke up. There was no sense of conclusion in the light, no weight pressing the air into significance. Dawn arrived as it always had—slowly, without permission, touching the edges of the land before settling fully into being.She lay still for a long time, listening.The world was awake. Birds moved in the trees beyond her camp. Wind traveled low along the ground, disturbing nothing it did not need to. Somewhere far off, water ran over stone, patient and uninterrupted.Arthur was not there.That truth no longer startled her. It no longer arrived like a wound reopening. It existed the way gravity existed—unchangeable, present in every movement she made.She sat up, folded her blanket, and prepared to leave.There was no urgency. No destination waiting to validate her effort. The path ahead curved gently downward, disappearing between rock and scrub. She could follow it. Or she could stop he
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred seventy-five
Tyla POVThe path did not change because Arthur was gone.Tyla noticed that first—not as cruelty, but as fact. The ground held its familiar firmness. Stones rested where they always had. The wind moved through the grass with the same indifferent patience. The world had not paused to acknowledge the loss, and it would not.She walked anyway.Morning stretched itself thin across the valley as she descended, light spreading without urgency. Each step landed cleanly. Balance remained intact. Her body remembered how to move even as something within her resisted the ease of it.Grief did not arrive as it collapsed.It arrived as accompaniment.By midday, she reached higher ground where the air cooled and the view widened. The river Arthur had followed was visible in fragments below, catching light in brief, broken flashes. She stopped there, not to rest, but to orient herself—to understand where she stood in relation to what had ended.Arthur had not been a destination.He had directions .
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred seventy-four
Tyla POVTyla sensed the absence before she understood it.The land still moved as it always had—wind through grass, water shaping stone, birds cutting precise arcs through air—but something in her own rhythm no longer returned the same echo. Steps landed. Balance held. Yet the continuity she had trusted felt thinned, stretched across distance.She stopped on a narrow ridge just after midday.Below her, the valley opened in muted layers, rain-fed streams threading through darker earth. Smoke rose faintly near the western edge—too thin to be a signal, too deliberate to be nothing. Tyla studied it longer than necessary.She had not intended to turn back.Intention, however, had never been the only measure of truth.By late afternoon, she altered her course—not sharply, not dramatically. Just enough to test whether alignment still existed. The land allowed it. The path curved westward with minimal resistance, as though the ground itself recognized the adjustment.She followed.The terrai
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred seventy-three
Arthur POVMorning arrived without a decision.Arthur woke to it already present—light diffused through clouds , the river audible beyond the trees, its voice unchanged. His body registered the day before he moved: the leg stiff, swollen, uncooperative. Pain existed, but it was no longer the sharp kind. It had settled into something denser, structural. A condition rather than a warning.He remained still for several breaths, letting awareness map what movement remained possible.Enough, he decided. Not everything. But enough.The others were already awake. He heard them nearby, quiet but alert, moving with the careful efficiency that came when uncertainty replaced routine. No one spoke to him immediately. They had learned, over the weeks, to wait until presence invited engagement.Arthur sat up slowly, bracing himself with one hand against the ground. The motion cost him more than he expected. He adjusted without comment.They had planned to move today. The ridge ahead still waited. T
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred seventy-two
Tyla POVTyla woke to the sound of rain moving through leaves.Not falling hard—no urgency in it—but steady, deliberate, as though the sky had decided on continuation rather than release. The kind of rain that did not interrupt movement, only altered it.She lay still for a while, listening.The shelter held. The fire had reduced itself to warmth without flame. Morning existed, but it did not insist on being named yet.When she rose, her body responded easily. Muscles remembered yesterday’s distance without complaint. She tightened the strap of her pack, ran her fingers once along the worn edge of its fabric, and stepped outside.Mist hung low among the trees. The path ahead was partially obscured, but not lost. It rarely was.She began to walk.The land here differed from Arthur’s valley—narrower trails, denser growth, ground softened by water and decay. Roots crossed the path like old decisions, forcing attention with every step. Tyla welcomed the demand. It kept her present.By mid
Craving the alpha soldier Chapter one hundred seventy-one
Arthur POVArthur woke before the others, as he often did now. Not because of urgency, but because the land no longer allowed sleep to linger past usefulness. Dawn pressed lightly against the horizon, thinning the dark without breaking it. The valley breathed beneath him—slow, patient, unchanged by his presence.The fire had burned down to a shallow bed of embers. He stirred them once with a stick, then let them rest. Warmth remained in the stones, in the ground itself. Enough.His body registered the night in familiar ways: stiffness along his lower back, a dull ache in his left knee that had learned to speak only when it mattered. He stood carefully, testing balance, listening to what the body allowed. It allowed movement.They would move today.The rise they had climbed yesterday had not been the final one. Arthur had known that even before reaching the summit. The land did not resolve itself so easily. Beyond the valley, the terrain shifted again—steeper, less forgiving, marked by
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