FANGS AND FATE: Bitten by the Alpha

Knox The hum of the car engine grated against my nerves as I leaned back in the leather seat, my fingers drumming an anxious rhythm against it. The car war dark colored but not nearly as dark as the storm brewing inside me. I couldn’t shake the images—the memories of that cursed full moon, when my control had slipped, leaving destruction in its wake. “You can’t ignore this forever, Knox.” Fenris, my wolf, growled in the back of my mind, his voice a low vibration that sent a dull ache through my skull. “We’re bound to face the consequences eventually.” I clenched my jaw. “Shut up, Fenris,” I bit out, though the words felt hollow. He was relentless, as he had been for weeks now. Ever since that night, he’d been riding me harder than ever. His frustration echoed my own, but unlike me, Fenris wanted to confront what happened head-on. He wanted resolution. I wanted nothing more than to bury it deep. “You think you’re in control, but you’re not,” Fenris snarled. “We both know what’s a

KNOX The moment her hand gripped my arm, the world around me seemed to freeze. The sensation was electric and sharp. I hadn't expected it, didn't want to feel it. The last thing I needed right now was a distraction, and yet, her touch had brought something to life within me. Something raw. Something dangerous. I could feel my pulse quicken as her fingers curled around my sleeve, and I had to force myself to look away. Her eyes were wide, and there was a tremble in her voice. "Sir," she said, and for a brief moment, I thought she might actually beg. "Please, you can't just call off the interview like that." Her words came in a rush, and I could see the desperation written across her face. I didn't know why, but I felt an unsettling tug in my chest. Something about this woman was… familiar. Her scent. Her presence. It was like a memory I couldn't quite place. I blinked, narrowing my gaze at her, the cold indifference I wore as a second skin falling back into place. "Let go" I sai

KNOX I drove silently as I recalled Ravena's word. “You should have met your mate by now. The full moon will prove it.” My mate? Was she referring to the spark I felt with the applicant days ago? But why? There were lots of werewolves olin the pack who needed one but not me. I didn't need a mate. Why can't the moon Goddess understand that. 'I need one' Fenris chipped into my thoughts. 'Why one when you can have anyone when you're in heat?' I asked annoyed already. Fenris was about to speak when I suddenly stopped the car. I knew he felt it too. He could perceive it even more intoxicatingly than I did. I step out of the car as I traced the scent. Rose. It was so intoxicating. Why was my senses sharp to pick this sc— “Help” The scream broke through my thoughts as I followed the sound only to find a rogue attacking a lady whom seemed familiar. It lunged, his claws grazing her shoulder and tearing through her blouse. The fabric shredded, exposing the mark on her

ARIA 'STRIP' The word echoed in my head like a broken record. I should have known it wouldn’t be easy to forget the event from this morning. I sat at my desk, as my mind wandered to this morning. The words from earlier still echoed in my mind—the demand, the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his presence. No matter how much I tried to force myself to focus on the report in front of me, I just couldn't. Why couldn't I just forget it? Forget him? But I couldn't. I should forget. I should just move on, pretend nothing happened, but Mr. Grey... he had a way of intruding my thoughts and staying there. The way he’d looked at me this morning. How could I just move on from that? My hands fumbled with the papers on my desk, but they were just a blur. All I could hear were his words, his voice, dark and steady,

KNOXThe scent of blood still clung to the air, faint but unmistakable. It was hers.I rose from my seat, moving toward her with slow, deliberate steps.Aria’s shoulders stiffened, her fingers tightening around the file she was holding. She stepped back—instinctively, unconsciously—but I didn’t stop.She was trying to act unaffected, but she didn’t know what I could hear.The steady rhythm of her heart had changed. And right now, it was stuttering, betraying the calm front she was trying so hard to maintain.Her fingers tightened around the file.She stepped back.I didn’t stop.Another step back.I tilted my head. “Why are you backing away?”“I—” She hesitated, then lifted her chin. “I’m not.”Liar.She was doing everything she could to put space between us, but there was nowhere left to go.Her back hit the wall.A sharp inhale.I caged her in, placing a hand on the wall beside her head. My other hand lifted, my fingers hovering just above her shoulder.That wound.It wasn’t deep, b