Forever mine

The pen felt like lead in my hand.

​Across the mahogany desk, Alpha Kaelen Thorne watched me. He didn’t blink. He didn’t fidget. He simply sat there, radiating a predatory stillness that made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He was wearing a suit that cost more than my father’s entire pack earned in a year, the charcoal fabric straining slightly against the massive breadth of his shoulders.

​"Hesitation is a sign of weakness, Elara," he said. His voice was a low rumble, a baritone that vibrated through the floorboards and straight into my chest. "And I don't partner with the weak."

​"I’m not hesitating," I lied, my voice steady despite the frantic thumping of my heart. "I’m reading the fine print. Unlike you, I don’t sign my life away without knowing the cost."

​Kaelen leaned forward, the leather of his chair creaking. The movement brought him into the pool of light from the desk lamp. He was devastatingly handsome in a way that felt like a warning. Sharp jawline, dark hair swept back, and eyes the color of molten amber—wolf eyes that saw too much.

​"You know the cost," he murmured. "I clear your father’s debt. I protect your pack from the Northern invaders. In exchange, I get a Luna to secure my claim on the territory."

​"A Luna in name only," I reminded him, tapping the clause in paragraph four.

​Kaelen’s lips quirked into a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. It was a cold, dark expression. "Of course. This is a business arrangement. I have no need for a mate, and you have no desire for a husband. We appear in public, we secure the alliance, and behind closed doors, we stay out of each other's way."

​I looked at the paper again. It was my salvation and my prison sentence. My father had gambled away our pack’s future. Kaelen Thorne, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack—the most ruthless pack on the continent—was the only one powerful enough to save us. But he was known as the 'Butcher of the West' for a reason. He was cold, heartless, and lethal.

​I signed my name. Elara Vance.

​The moment the ink hit the paper, the air in the room shifted. It grew heavy, charged with static electricity.

​Kaelen stood up, towering over the desk. "Done."

​"Done," I echoed, standing up to leave. "I’ll see you at the ceremony tomorrow—"

​"Sit down."

​It wasn't a request. It was an Alpha Command, laced with a power that forced my knees to buckle. I dropped back into the chair, gasping, fury igniting in my veins.

​"Do not use your voice on me," I hissed, gripping the armrests.

​Kaelen walked around the desk. He moved with the silent, fluid grace of a predator stalking prey. He stopped right in front of me, leaning down until his face was inches from mine. I could smell him—a heady, intoxicating mix of rain, cedarwood, and something darker. Something like musk and danger.

​"We are engaged now, Elara," he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. "And my enemies are watching. If this marriage looks fake, they will attack. If they smell even a hint of hesitation on you, they will tear your little pack apart."

​"I can act," I snapped, refusing to look away from his intense gaze.

​"Can you?"

​Kaelen’s hand moved, his rough fingers grazing my jawline. The touch sent a shockwave of heat through my body so intense I almost whimpered. My wolf, usually dormant and quiet, suddenly woke up, pacing inside my mind. Mate, she whispered. Strong. Ours.

​I shoved the thought down. Not ours. He is a monster.

​"Your pulse is racing," Kaelen noted, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin of my throat. He wasn't gentle. His touch was possessive, claiming. "You smell like fear... and something else."

​He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against my ear. A shiver racked my body, betraying me.

​"Sweet," he groaned, the sound more animal than human. "You smell like vanilla and distress. It’s... appetizing."

​"Back off, Kaelen," I warned, though my voice lacked its earlier bite.

​"This is part of the deal, sweetheart," he said, the endearment sounding like a curse. "You need to smell like me. You need to smell like you belong to the Blackwood Alpha."

​Before I could protest, he moved. He didn't kiss me. He did something far more intimate. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, right over my scent gland, and dragged his open mouth against my skin.

​My breath hitched. It was electric. His stubble grazed my soft skin, the heat of his mouth searing me. It was a claiming mark without the teeth, a primitive signal to anyone who passed me that I was taken.

​I should have pushed him away. I should have slapped him. But my hands, of their own volition, came up to rest on his chest. I could feel his heart hammering against his ribs—a heavy, powerful rhythm that matched my own.

​He pulled back slowly, his amber eyes now darkened with lust. The pupil was blown wide, swallowing the iris. For a second, the cold, calculating businessman was gone, replaced by the wolf.

​"We have a problem," he rasped, his voice rougher than before.

​"What?" I breathed, unable to find my normal voice.

​"The contract," he said, his gaze dropping to my lips. "It says 'in name only.' But my wolf..." He took a step closer, his thighs brushing against my knees, trapping me in the chair. "My wolf doesn't care about paper. He thinks you're his."

​I swallowed hard. "You control your wolf, Kaelen. That’s what Alphas do."

​Kaelen let out a dark, humorless laugh. He placed his hands on the armrests of my chair, caging me in. "I am not a tame dog, Elara. And you... you are playing a dangerous game walking into my house looking like that."

​"Looking like what?"

​"Like prey," he growled.

​He leaned in again, and this time, he didn't aim for my neck. His lips hovered over mine, so close I could taste his breath. The tension was a pulled rubber band, ready to snap. I wanted him to close the gap. God help me, I wanted the monster to kiss me.

​"Get out," he said suddenly, pushing himself away from me and turning his back. The sudden loss of his heat left me cold.

​"What?"

​"Get out of my office," Kaelen commanded, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. I could see the muscles in his back bunching up, fighting for control. "Leave before I break paragraph four on this desk right now."

​I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed my copy of the contract and scrambled for the door.

​"Elara," he called out just as my hand touched the doorknob.

​I paused, looking back. He was still facing the window, looking out at the rain-slicked city that he owned.

​"Wear the red dress to the ceremony tomorrow," he said, his voice dropping to a velvety purr that curled around my spine. "And don't think for a second that this piece of paper will protect you from me. You signed your name. You are forever mine now."

​I fled the room, the heavy oak door slamming shut behind me. As I leaned against the wall in the hallway, trying to catch my breath, I pressed a hand to my neck where he had nuzzled me. My skin was still burning.

​The contract said it was fake. The contract said it was just business.

​But as my wolf howled in delight and my body throbbed with a dark, heavy need, I realized the terrifying truth.

​The marriage might be a lie, but the hunger in his eyes was very, very real. And I wasn't sure if I was running away from him, or waiting for him to catch me.

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