Claimed by the Outcast Alpha

“Gwen?” Rumi’s voice snapped me out of my daze after I froze at what I had just witnessed. For a second, I tried to convince myself it was nothing, desperately gaslighting my own thoughts. But my heart had already dropped the moment Soren and the woman kissed. She has blonde hair, effortlessly beautiful and polished, dressed in a stylish designer outfit, her bag resting neatly on her arm. Rumi looked at me. The pity on her face said everything. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears slipped down my cheeks before I turned and walked away. “Gwen, wait!” she called after me. “Did you know about this?” I demanded, my voice rising as I kept walking. She hesitated, clearly struggling to find the right words. When we reached the corner, I stopped and turned to face her. “I need to talk to him,” I said. “Maybe it’s nothing… We have an agreement, Rumi!” Even as I said it, I could hear how desperate it sounded. But in that moment, I was willing to accept any explanation Soren could gi

“I accept the marriage alliance with the Blackwood Pack…” The words felt heavy the moment they left my lips. I didn’t even need the time my father had given me to prove my mate bond with Soren. That alone was embarrassing enough, but what made it worse was how he didn’t question me at all, as if he had already expected this outcome. Silence stretched across the line before his reply finally came. “I’ll send word to Alpha Derrick immediately. The marriage will take place in three months.” I swallowed, gripping my phone a little tighter. “Can I ask what you’re getting in return for this alliance with the Blackwood?” Before he could shut me down, I added, “I have a right to know, given that I’m the one being offered.” He let out a quiet breath. “We needed their security. In exchange, the Blackwood Pack will be permitted to use our land in the southern part of Hollow.” I fell silent at that. The Hollow Pack had always been rich in land, a vast territory that many envied and sought

When I pushed open the dormitory door, two unfamiliar faces greeted me, along with two others from the Hollow Pack I hadn’t expected to see, and one of them was Luna Rosalia. They were all seated on the couch, but the second I stepped in, their heads turned toward me in unison. “Where have you been?” Vada asked immediately. She was a vow-maid in my pack. My pulse quickened. What were they doing here? “I assume she’s the daughter you were looking for?” one of the unfamiliar girls asked, clearly cautious around Luna Rosalia. “She’s not my daughter!” Luna Rosalia’s tone was sharp. She rose from the couch and fixed her eyes on me. “Let’s talk in the bedroom.” Without waiting for a response, she walked into one of the rooms. I had no choice but to follow. “What are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my voice cold. “It’s a six-hour journey to this place. I never imagined I was important enough to warrant a personal visit from the Luna.” The corner of her mouth curved slightly. “I’m h

Thirty seconds passed before I finally reacted, my eyes scanning the crowded room as if searching for an exit that didn’t exist. It was only my second day at school, and the last thing I needed was to be branded as a delusional she-wolf before I’d even learned anyone’s name. Then a flash of red light swept over me; bright, accusatory, inescapable! My chest clenched. The air left my lungs all at once. “What a lying bitch!” someone scoffed. “So,” Muriel said, tilting her head with a slow, savoring smile, “you really do like my mate!” “No! I didn’t say anything!” I shot back; my skin prickled with humiliation. “Oh, that’s the thing,” one of the girls chimed in, almost sweetly. “Silence counts as a lie, too. So really, your best option is just to tell the truth!” “I didn’t come here for this!” But they ignored me. “This is fun!” Instead, Muriel called Soren over, a teasing smile on her lips. “Babe, give Gwen another question.” The room’s noise collapsed into a single, breathless

The stranger leaned closer, his face dipping toward mine as if trying to catch something in the air between us. The simple act sent my heart racing uncontrollably. All my life, I’d believed I didn’t have a scent. But the moment I saw this incredibly handsome man with blonde hair, something changed. I could smell something sweet. Honey… that was the first thing that came to mind. The attraction between us was just so strong. Heat crept through my body in ways I didn’t want to name, pooling low and insistent, and it wasn’t good. Then his irises shifted, green bleeding into a deep, impossible violet, and my unease sharpened into something closer to fear. “You are not full wolf-blood…” he murmured, his gaze locked onto mine like he was reading something written beneath my skin. Even though I was confused by what I heard, I c