Let me go alpha, I belong to your cousin

Aura's POVThe morning following the claim, I woke up unsure of what to expect. He kissed me as if I were his own, and my lips were still tingling and my skin was still burning from his touch. But nobody was beside me. Only the crumpled sheets and the tiniest trace of his scent remained in the air.I sat up slowly, aching in areas I hadn’t been before. My heart ached, not with regret, but with the weight of uncertainty. What now?Would he return? Was that it? Was I just a girl who had her first time with the Alpha, and now he would move on like nothing had happened?A knock shocked me. I drew the covers tightly around me, even though whoever it was had certainly already heard the whispering.“Breakfast is ready downstairs,” came the voice of the kitchen Omega, Tara. “The Alpha said you should eat.”I didn’t answer immediately. My gaze strayed to the slight mark at the curve of my neck—faint, but there. His teeth. His claim.He had claimed me before the entire pack, but now he was gone

Aura's POVStaring at the little white stick in my shaking palm, I sat on the side of my bed. I had never heard anything like the thunderous sound of my heartbeat in my ears. The two weak pink lines looked back at me as I continued to blink, hoping I was having hallucinations.Pregnant. My mouth became parched. With each breath, the reality sank deeper as I encircled myself in my arms. I had a bit of Ryder in me. The Alpha. The guy who had claimed me in the moonlight fell silent in the days that followed, his words and touches being replaced by silence and mystery, respectively. It had been three days since I last saw him. I knew I needed to speak with him. He had to know. I was not allowed to keep this to myself.I put on a heavy coat without trying to dress appropriately and sprinted out the back of the servant quarters, my slippers barely keeping my feet in place. I moved more quickly than my head could process thanks to my legs. Ahead of me, the packhouse towered like a

AuraI was adrift. Or perhaps tumbling. I felt as if I was in a state of death or dream, with no weight in my body. My limbs were too heavy to move, my throat was scratchy and dry, and my head was pounding. But beneath me was warmth—solid, constant warmth. And a smell. It wasn't like the rogues or the forest at all. Earthy, reminiscent of wild herbs and wood wet by rain. A smell that drew me in.“Hey… you’re okay. You’re safe now.”A voice said. Steady, low, and soft. The forest's stinging cold was driven away by a soft, constant warmth. Then I felt the softness of a firm yet unexpectedly cozy bed beneath me. It had a subtle earthy and pinewood scent, not at all like the pungent, overpowering smells of the packhouse.I opened my eyes slowly and blinked against the dim light in the tiny space. Above me was a hardwood ceiling with uneven, rough grain. The aged floors were illuminated by a tiny beam of daylight that spilled in through a small window. This place was silent, old, an

Aura I barely had time to react. My pulse thundered in my ears, my wolf churning beneath my skin, but before I could shift or scream, Kai was there. One second it was only the Calen and me — the next, Kai’s palm clamped onto the scout’s wrist, his grip brutal. I didn’t even realize how hard I was trembling until Kai’s hand clasped my arm. “Let. Her. Go,” Kai said, his voice low, cold, and controlled, but I could feel the weight of something dangerous beneath it.Caleb, the scout, hesitated, straightening his shoulders. He probably wasn’t used to being challenged by anyone, let alone a stranger. “You don’t know who she is, mutt,” he spat. “She’s a runaway from Alpha Ryder’s pack. She’s coming with me.”My gut turned at the weight of those words, yet Kai didn't recoil. "I don't think so," Kai said coolly, but his tone had a piercing edge that made my heart race. "Because I'm now protecting her.”Calen sneered, stepping closer. “You have no authority to decide that.”Kai took a si

RyderI hadn’t slept since the night she vanished.Aura.Her name had become a ghost in my mind, haunting the edges of every thought, and every decision. The pack moved on, the ceremonies went on, and Leona claimed her place beside me in the packhouse. But my wolf had grown restless, roaming inside me with sharp teeth and fierce snarls, lamenting the void she left behind. I should have killed her the night she ran. The thought slithered through my thoughts like a deadly serpent. But how could I? Aura was...mine. My mark burned on her body, a stinging reminder that she belonged to me, even if I was too much of a coward to claim her in front of the pack. Instead, I carried Leona around like a prize, a carefully chosen Luna to satisfy alliances and conventions. But every night since Aura disappeared, her scent has tormented my senses. It stuck to my blankets and soaked into my skin. No matter how much I tried to drown it out with others, it was her face I saw, her body I craved. The