The White Wolf’s Game

Alex

She’s messing with my head.

Her words were laced with quiet power as she left the room. I can still feel the heat of her presence, the bite of her defiance.

All I wanted to do was pull her back, and take her against the wall. She would allow me, right? I could smell her desire — she was just as turned on as I was. But I couldn’t. Not after the way she looked at me.

Her eyes were like sharp emerald daggers, cutting through me with that fucking smirk.

But still, she pushed me away. Or at least, she tried to.

I don’t know why I did it. I basically forced myself on her when I pushed her against the wall.

Maybe it started with her disrespect, maybe anger pushed me to act — but we both know that what happened between us was anything but anger.

The moment my hands were on her, the second our bodies collided, it shifted. It became something darker, something desperate. And now, all I can think about is doing it again.

No. 

I will never be that man. I won't touch her again unless she wants me to.

I know why I did it, though.

I'm not used to women speaking to me like that. Challenging me.

It’s rage-inducing and fucking hot.

‘Meet you at the office in 10. It’s at the pack headquarters. The Gamma will be waiting to show you in.’

Nate’s voice echoes through the mindlink.

Great. Now I need to go meet my future brother-in-law with a hard-on.

I rush to the house we’re staying in, jump into a shower, and throw on dark jeans, a black shirt, and black boots. Something simple. Something that says, I’m not fazed.

Except I fucking am.

***

Gamma Felix meets me at the entrance of the pack headquarters, leading me to the Alpha's office.

The moment I step inside, I realize just how much power and wealth are woven into this pack.

The office is everything I expected — luxurious and sharp. The mahogany desk gleams under the soft glow of sunlight filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. A Persian rug, deep and rich in color, stretches across the polished wood floors. The entire room exudes power and precision — the deep leather chair behind the desk hinting at hours of negotiating multimillion-dollar deals to fund the pack.

I take it all in as I spot my mother, Nate, and Lyra already seated on the leather couches. I take a seat next to Mother. Father stands in his wolf form, his dark fur catching the light. His blue eyes — a shade darker than his human ones—lock onto the opposite end of the room.

It is customary for Alphas to be in wolf form during a first meeting. I’m not officially an Alpha yet, so I’m stuck in this fucking human body. I hate it. Every second.

Then, the door opens.

The White Wolf enters.

And I’m confused.

I’d heard the stories — the rumours, but this?

The wolf is striking, sure — his fur a silvery blend of white and pale hues — but legendary?

No.

This wolf’s got nothing special about him. The wolf is the same size as Father, but definitely smaller than me. I could easily take the fucker.

This is the Alpha everyone talks about?

I expected more.

My sister deserves so much more.

Then comes the Alpha display of power.

Father goes first. A blue glow, the same colour as his eyes, radiates from him, nearly reaching the ceiling, and we all move back a bit.

Except the White Wolf.

He doesn't move.

Doesn’t flinch.

Just watches my father calculatingly.

When Father finally draws in his power, the White Wolf nods slightly, giving his approval.

And then, he releases his own power.

Holy fuck.

I’ve felt power before — hell, I am power. But this? This is different.

Where Father’s power filled the area around him, the White Wolf’s power spreads like creeping green fire. It doesn’t just press into the space — it consumes it.

It’s like breathing in smoke from a wildfire — thick, choking, inescapable.

Mother is pale, sweat beading down her temple. Nate doesn’t look much better. Lyra’s heart is racing—faster than I’ve ever heard it.

Hell, even I’m feeling it. This isn’t just some show of power.

This is dominance.

And I’ve never felt anything like it before.

The four warriors Father brought along?

On their fucking knees.

And for the first time in my life—

Father steps back.

Fuck.

When the White Wolf finally draws back his power, we all take a deep breath like we’ve escaped a burning room.

The Gamma hands my father clothes, which he takes in his mouth, and walks to the office's adjoining bathroom.

His wolf form disappears.

When he returns, he’s in human form. But the White Wolf?

He moves behind the desk.

And then Beta Talia — hand to the Moon Goddess — casually hands 'him' a dress.

My stomach fucking drops.

Before my eyes, the White Wolf shifts into a woman, and I already know.

The delicate curve of her spine.

The chocolate curls cascading down her back.

She pulls the dress over her head, and when she turns—

Green eyes.

Sharp. Knowing. Smug as fuck.

Fucking Nova.

Everything inside me goes rigid.

The taunting words ‘small thing’ and ‘little wolf’ echo in my head.

I fucking challenged her. I threatened to punish her. I put my hand on her throat. I almost—

Oh, sweet merciful Moon Goddess, smite me now.

Why?

An Alpha male would have put me in my place immediately. He would have set me straight.

I've never come across an Alpha female before… so what does she do?

She played along.

Not because I backed her into a corner.

Not because I intimidated her.

But because she was fucking toying with me.

And now she’s standing here, smirking like she just won the fucking lottery.

Like she’s been waiting for this exact moment just to watch me self-destruct in real time.

This isn’t just a power move.

This is a fucking prank.

I should be furious. I should demand an explanation. I should, at the very least, pretend I have some semblance of control here.

Instead, my entire brain short-circuits like a fucking cheap toaster.

What kind of game is she playing?

And more importantly—

How the actual, living fuck did I just get Alpha’d by my own mate?