The Alpha watches

The cold stone floor presses against my bare feet as two omegas lead me through the long hallways of the Alpha mansion. My new dress feels tight across my chest, the corset squeezing me until each breath is a struggle. The fabric is soft, too soft… nothing like the rough clothes my aunt always forced on me.

The walls are lit by torches, the flames flickering and hissing, throwing shadows that dance like ghosts. Every corner feels too big for someone like me. Too grand,Too bright,Too important.

“I don’t belong here.”

The omegas stop in front of a huge set of carved wooden doors. One of them,thin, brown-haired, with gentle eyes turns to me.

“Luna… this is the dining room,” she says softly. Even though she uses the title, her voice trembles like she’s scared the walls will scold her.

I nod, even though the word still feels too heavy for my chest.

Luna? Me the Luna?

It doesn’t sound real.

She pushes the doors open, and warm air rushes out carrying the smell of roasted meat, vegetables, butter, bread… food so rich it makes my stomach twist.

The room is massive, with a long table stretching almost the entire length. At the far end, a golden chandelier hangs above a single plate.

My plate.

The omega guides me to it, her hands shaking a little.

“Sit,” she says gently.

I sit, trying to keep my shaking legs from knocking the table.

Then she picks up the fork and knife and holds them out.

“Do you… know how to use these?”

I stare at the shiny metal. My cheeks flush with heat.

“No…”

My aunt never taught me. We never had things like this. I usually ate with my hands or used wooden spoons. Fancy cutlery wasn’t for wolves like me.

The omega smiles softly, like she suspected that would be the answer.

“It’s fine,” she says. “Let me show you.”

She takes the fork and knife and cuts a small piece of pork chop. “Like this. You cut it gently, then you pick it up like this…”

She demonstrates carefully,patiently.

I try to copy her movements. My hands feel too big. Too clumsy. The knife slips a little. I hold the fork wrong. I almost stab the table.

But she smiles through all of it.

“You’ll get used to it,” she assures me.

I nod, even though I doubt it. Even though I can feel my ears burning.

She steps back. “I’ll leave you to eat now. Call if you need anything.”

Before I can answer, she slips out of the room, closing the door behind her.

The silence is loud.

The smell of the food hits me full-force now. My stomach growls so loudly it echoes.

I stare at the plate.

Perfect pork chops glazed in honey and herbs. Mashed potatoes whipped with butter. Fresh salad sprinkled with bright dressing. A warm roll of bread on the side.

Food I’ve never even tasted before.

I try cutting another piece like she showed me. But the knife slips again. My hand shakes. The frustration burns behind my eyes.

I glance at the door.

No one is watching.

No one.

My stomach aches with hunger so sharp it hurts.

Slowly, almost guiltily…I drop the cutlery.

And use my hands.

The moment I take the first bite, the world stops.

The meat melts in my mouth. The flavors explode on my tongue. My eyes fill with tears not from sadness, but because it tastes like something I shouldn’t have been starved of all my life.

I shove another piece into my mouth. And another. And another.

I don’t just eat.I devoured.

I haven’t had real food.”good “food in so long that my hands shake from the speed. The mashed potatoes smear on my fingers. The dressing drips down my wrist. I tear a piece of bread and stuff it into my mouth, chewing so fast I almost choke.

It’s not elegant,It’s not Luna-like, But I can’t stop.

I can’t control it.

I’m halfway through the plate when a strange feeling hits me.

Like someone is watching.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise. My wolf stirs uneasily.

Slowly… very slowly… I lift my gaze.

The room is dark except for the candles near the table.

But beyond that darkness… standing at the entrance… is a figure.

Tall, broad,silent .

His eyes glow gold like fire trapped behind glass.

My heart stops.

Alpha Damon.

He steps out of the shadows, the light hitting his bare chest first,strong muscles carved like stone, tattoo marks peeking up the side of his neck. His presence alone steals all the air from the room.

I freeze, the last piece of pork still halfway to my mouth.

My fingers are covered in sauce. My lips are greasy.

My cheeks must be flushed red from eating so fast.

I look like an animal.

He looks like a god of war.

He tilts his head slightly, his cold eyes sweeping over me,my messy hands, the food smeared on my fingers, the half-demolished plate, my trembling body.

A smirk,cold and sharp tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Then his voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

“You don’t look like you’re being starved, considering your size.”

I almost fainted, but atleast he spoke to me for the first time .