I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate

Amberly POVMate?The way he had held my neck as though I was an abomination when he heard the word ‘mate’ made my heart skip. I was sure if I didn't try as possible to push his hands away from me and run like my life depended on it, I would have been dead by now.A shaky breath escaped out of my lips as I shoved my trembling hands into the pocket of my hoodie, staring at my back to see if he was following me while I walked down the lane road leading away from campus. “I'm not your mate!” He'd yelled, and I didn't miss the fear across his face. Why does fate have to always make things infinitely more complicated for me? Always ruining my carefully laid plans? I rubbed my wrist unconsciously, remembering the heat of his hand when he grabbed me outside the lecture hall. Even now, I could still feel pain as I tried to straighten it. This was bad, really bad.I was already hiding from a pack that believed I was connected to treason. Already living under a false identity. Yet, the mom

Jordan Draven’s POV“I forgot to ask for your name.” I heard Emberly say as I closed the door to the ward. Who does he even think he is? The hospital always made me restless. From the day I lost my sister at the hospital. A reminder that strength meant nothing when the people you lived with were lying unconscious behind closed doors and you somehow knew you carried the whole - fault.I stood in the hallway long after I had closed the door, staring at the floor in deep thoughts. Grandma was supposed to be saved at home. It was the only place in the world that my father's men couldn't reach or at least, that was what I had believed. It was the main reason I avoided going to stay over at her place even when I knew she was going to accept me. However, I didn't want to get her into trouble. She was my mother's mother and it was very possible for my father to do the unthinkable to her. My jaw clenched as the doctor's words replayed in my head. “Toxin?”This was clear that it wasn't an

JORDANThere was a long, heavy pause on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of fingers typing rapidly across a mechanical keyboard. "Wait wait wait a minute…Y- you are asking me to poke around in the files of a convicted traitor's family, Jordan.”A loud defeated sigh followed.“If Alpha Magnus catches me running these specific searches, he will have my head mounted on a spike outside the Packhouse.""I will take full responsibility if anyone asks questions, but I need that information before the sun rises tomorrow morning," I insisted, my voice thick with desperation and exhaustion. "Please, Cael. My grandmother's entire life depends on me finding this elusive girl.""Give me an hour to bypass the security firewalls, and I will send whatever fragments I can find directly to your encrypted inbox," Cael promised before promptly terminating the connection.I tossed the phone onto the cushion of my living room couch and sank down beside it, dragging my hands over my weary

EMBERLY The relentless, deafening hiss of the industrial espresso machine reminded me of a childhood memory. It sounded exactly like a dying dragon in one of the cartoon shows I’d watched after school. The poignant memory reminded me of my father, but I quickly pushed the thought away, not wanting to ruin my mood.Father wouldn’t want me crying.Swallowing the lump that had started to build in my throat, I dragged a damp, heavily sanitized rag across the sticky laminate counter for what felt like the hundredth time this hour. My entire body felt as though it had been repeatedly trampled by a stampeding herd of feral wolves, every single muscle screaming in agonizing protest after pulling a grueling double shift on my feet. The overwhelming smells of burnt milk, overpowering vanilla syrup, and greasy fried pastries coated the inside of my nostrils, making my deeply exhausted stomach churn with a sickening mixture of hunger and intense nausea.Beneath the oversized, heavily stained un

EMBERLY "My grandmother is currently recovering in room four-twelve, and I possess every legal right to visit her during the officially posted hospital visiting hours," I shot back fiercely, refusing to back down even as his massive size cast a terrifying, threatening shadow entirely over my smaller, disguised frame.The guard let out a harsh, mocking laugh and stepped completely into my personal space, practically pressing the solid wall of his chest against my bruised shoulders. "I don't care if the Moon Goddess herself is recovering in that room, little boy. I am telling you to walk away right now, or I am going to happily drag you out to the alleyway and beat you into a bloody, unrecognizable pulp."I squared my shoulders and prepared to brace myself for the inevitable physical impact, entirely willing to take a severe beating if it meant I could push past him to reach Grandma Alder. Suddenly, a familiar, incredibly calm voice cut effortlessly through the heavy, suffocating tensi