Her Alpha, Her Rules

The full moon hung low in the sky, glowing like a silver eye watching everyone below. Music echoed through the forest, and warm lights floated in the air. Laughter, howls, and drum beats filled the night.

It was the Moon Festival,a time when packs from different lands gathered to dance, drink, and forget the rules for just one night.

Elara stood at the edge of it all.

She wore a deep red cloak that covered her face, her hood hiding most of her hair. Her heart beat too fast. Her hands trembled inside the long sleeves.

She didn’t belong here.

She was just an omega from a forgotten line, born in a house where women had no voice. They told her what to wear, how to behave, and who she would marry one day. That day never came. Instead, her mother died, her father vanished, and her pack sold her to a family who used her like a maid.

But tonight… no one knew her name. No one saw her scars.

She stepped forward.

The festival crowd opened before her. Fires lit the center, where dancers moved in circles. Wolves howled from behind the trees, their voices full of joy and hunger.

Elara took a deep breath and walked in.

No one stopped her.

She passed warriors drinking and girls laughing. Some shifted into wolves and ran through the trees, chasing and flirting. Couples disappeared into tents, their giggles soft and low.

Elara’s cheeks burned.

She had never done anything like this before. She had never danced. Never kissed. Never even held a boy’s hand.

Tonight, she wanted to forget. Just once.

“Would you like to dance?”

A deep, warm voice brushed her ear.

She turned quickly.

The man standing behind her wore a black wolf mask, his face hidden. But she saw his jaw strong and sharp. He was tall. So tall. His shirt hugged his chest, and his scent hit her like fire and pine.

Alpha.

She felt it in her bones.

“I….” she stuttered.

“Just one dance,” he said again, offering his hand.

Her heart screamed no, but her hand moved forward. Their fingers touched.

Heat rushed through her body.

He pulled her into the center, and the drums picked up speed. He placed one hand on her waist, the other holding her hand tightly. They moved together, slowly at first.

She had no idea how to dance, but he guided her.

“Relax,” he whispered. “No one here knows who you are.”

She looked up. His eyes glowed faintly behind the mask,silver and stormy.

“Neither do you,” she wanted to say.

They kept dancing.

His hand slid lower, fingers brushing the small of her back. She shivered. His scent wrapped around her like smoke. Warm, dark.

The firelight made his eyes glow brighter. He leaned in.

“Tell me your name,” he said.

“No,” she replied, her voice shaking.

He paused, then nodded. “Good. I don’t want to tell you mine either.”

They danced for two more songs. Then he took her hand and led her away from the fire, deeper into the trees. She followed him. Her body moved before her mind could catch up.

They reached a small wooden cabin, hidden in the shadows. One of the old festival guest cabin .

He opened the door.

She stood at the edge.

“You can walk away,” he said, stepping back. “No names. No promises.”

Elara looked into his eyes.

She was tired of being scared. Tired of being owned, ordered, ignored.

Tonight, she would be hers.She entered inside.

The fire inside was low, just enough to glow the golden light over the wooden floor. He stepped closer, pulled off his mask, and tossed it aside.

He closed the door behind her with the sound soft. The warmth from the fireplace filled the small cabin.

Elara stood still, her heart racing. Her red cloak was still wrapped tightly around her body, as if it could shield her from what was about to happen.

He walked over to her, slow and quiet. He didn’t grab or rush. His fingers reached out, gentle, brushing her cheek.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered.

“I’ve never…” she started, but the words broke.

“I know,” he said softly. “I’ll go slow.”

Her lips parted, unsure whether to thank him or run. But when he touched her waist and pulled her gently forward, her body moved on its own.

He found her lips,,He was breathtaking.

Sharp jaw. Slight stubble. Full lips. Hair black as midnight. And those eyes,silver colour eyes with a ring of gold.

His hand touched her cheek, soft but firm.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She nodded.

Then his lips crashed into hers.

She gasped, but he didn’t stop. His kiss was hungry. Like he had waited for this night his whole life. His hands slid down her sides, pulling her closer.

She clung to him, kissing back, matching his heat.Her lips parted, unsure whether to thank him or run. But when he touched her waist and pulled her gently forward, her body moved on its own.

His mouth found hers.

At first, it was light just the soft press of lips. But it deepened quickly. His hands traveled down her back, pulling her closer. Her fingers clutched at his shirt, holding tight as their kiss grew hotter, deeper, more desperate.

She gasped when his mouth moved down her jaw, then to her neck, sucking gently. Her knees felt weak.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured against her skin. “So warm…”

His fingers found the edge of her cloak and slowly pushed it off her shoulders. The fabric slipped to the ground, pooling at her feet. She stood in her simple dress now, her chest rising and falling quickly.

“Tell me to stop,” he said.

She didn’t.

He kissed her again, hands sliding to the back of her dress. With slow, steady fingers, he undid the buttons one by one. Each time a new bit of her skin was revealed, he touched light strokes that made her shiver.

By the time the last button came undone, her dress dropped silently to the floor.

Her breath caught. She wanted to cover herself, but his gaze stopped her. He looked at her like she was something rare. Something beautiful.

“You’re perfect,” he said, voice low and rough now.

When he undressed, she didn’t look away. He was all muscle and heat, the lines of his body sharp and strong. A deep scar ran down his left side, but it only made him more handsome.More irresistible.

Clothes came off slowly. Each layer dropped to the floor like a secret. She had never done this before, but he moved with care, testing her, waiting, letting her lead.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the furs laid out near the fireplace. She clung to him, her heart beating against his chest.

Their lips met again as he laid her down, his body hovering above hers.

“Still okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost unsure.

She nodded. “Yes.” then there were no more words.

He kissed every inch of her skin like he wanted to memorize her. His hands were strong but never rough. He took his time, watching her reactions, hearing her moans.

She arched under him, gasping when his mouth reached her chest. She felt a heat pool in her stomach, an ache she didn’t understand but needed him to answer.

He whispered to her between kisses.

“Just relax.”

“You’re safe.”

“Tonight, you’re mine.”

When they fell on the bed, everything around her disappeared.

Just him. Just his skin. Just their fire.

When he finally entered her, she gasped,her hands clutching his shoulders.

He stilled, letting her adjust.

Tears stung her eyes, but she didn’t stop him.

He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her mouth. “You’re taking me so well.”

Then he began to move,slow at first, gentle. Their bodies moved together, heating buildings like a storm.

Her moans filled the quiet cabin, soft and shaky at first, then louder as the pleasure took over. She dug her nails into his back, needing him closer, deeper.

He groaned against her neck, his control slipping.

“Damn… you feel like fire,” he growled.

His voice sent shivers down her spine.

Their rhythm grew faster, more urgently. Her body felt like it was burning from the inside out. She cried out, her body shaking, eyes wide with the rush of it all.

He followed soon after, a deep, broken sound leaving his throat as he held her tightly, pressing his face into her shoulder.

They stayed like that for a long time. Their breaths were heavy. Their bodies tangled. The fire popped in the background, shimmering a soft orange glow over their skin.

He pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

He whispered soft things into her neck,nothing she could understand. Words are so new to her. Maybe his wolf has been out too.

She let him take her to the edge of pleasure again and again.

By the time they both collapsed, breathless and tangled, the sky outside had started to change color.

Elara sat up quietly.

He was asleep beside her, his arm thrown over the pillow, his chest rising and falling slowly. He looked peaceful, Harmless,but her heart says something else.

She didn’t know his name. Didn’t know his pack. But her wolf sensed only one thing.

Alpha.

She stood, heart racing. She gathered her clothes in silence and pulled on her red cloak. Before leaving, she looked back once.

She would never forget this night.

But she would never see him again.

Elara disappeared into the morning mist.

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