LOGINalpha Tane POV -
Standing on land not ruled by my pack wasn’t unfamiliar to me. As Alpha of the Lycans of the Silver Moon Pack, I ruled the outskirts, commanded my people, and when necessary took what wasn’t freely given. Territory, power, loyalty… all of it bowed before me. I was feared. Respected. Unchallenged. There was nothing left in this world that felt uncharted except the emptiness beside me. Twenty-nine years old, and still no Luna. I’ve tried. Moon knows, I’ve tried. I’d brought countless females into my home, chosen the strongest, the most obedient, the most ambitious… but when it came time to claim them, to make them mine, something in me refused. None could compare to the woman who haunted my dreams. Every night she came to me her scent, her voice, her touch. And every morning, I woke in torment, aching for someone who may not even exist. That hunger twisted inside me, turning my restraint into rage. The little she-wolves who threw themselves at me only reminded me how hollow the act was. I’d take the edge off using their throats to destress rough and unfeeling but it was never enough. Their whimpers did nothing but echo the void she left behind. They’d throw themselves at me urging for more but it disgusted me no one could ever compare . Disgusting. All of it. Tonight, though, was not about indulgence. Rumors had reached me of an Alpha named Darius—young, ambitious, twenty-four, leading a modest pack on the outskirts of the city where the borders of our lands nearly met. Unclaimed. No Luna. A meeting had been arranged to discuss his progress, his strength, and whether his pack would bend knee or break. Normally, my word alone was law. My commands weren’t questioned. But something about this meeting… this Alpha… this night… had my instincts prickling with unease. The car ride stretched on in tense silence, my Beta, Jake, beside me. Five minutes out from Crescent Pack territory, I found myself slipping into that dangerous haze again remembering every inch of the dream I could never escape. Her breathless pleas, the way her body trembled beneath mine, how she’d clenched around me until I thought I’d lose control and finally release only to wake before release like edging yourself for a full three hundred and sixty five days . Three hundred and sixty-five days of being edged by a fantasy I couldn’t reach. The jolt of the tyres grinding onto gravel snapped me back to reality. The packhouse loomed ahead nothing grand, but sturdy, disciplined. As I stepped out, the night air hit me, cool and heavy with pine and earth. My boots crunched against the gravel… and then A scent. Faint, yet unmistakable. Watermelon soap. Lavender. And pine. Sweet but grounding, calming in a way that made my wolf stir, restless beneath my skin. Calm. A feeling I never allowed myself to feel. My senses sharpened instantly, scanning every face that dared approach. Searching for… something. Eyes I didn’t know I was looking for. “Alpha Tane.” The voice came from a tall man approaching with confidence, bowing his head respectfully. “Darius, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.” I extended my hand, grip firm, gaze steady. He had no idea what storm had just been unleashed on his lands. We made the way to his office when a little slutty she wolf wrapped her arms around him begging to be introduced , he scoffed urging me to head to his office and he will be there as soon as he had the situation resolved The thud of My shoes hitting the tiles , everything freshly cleaned Jake beside me walking down the corridor when I haulted the scent again looming in the air begging me to follow it , Jake looked at me Confused never seeing anything entice me Out of my senses , “ what happening “ a low possessive growl brewed in the pit of my chest , dad unsettled , “ my mates here “ I commanded him to search down the hall while I took ahead urging him to bring me any female within proximity I didn’t see anyone until I hit Darius’s office , there she was a small petite little she wolf , the one who haunted my dreams , they’d positioned her as a maid , I watched as she fell captivated to my scent I knew she’d felt it to she stumbled right into me I got lost in her intoxicating scent she apologised abruptly lost in her eyes I leaned in and whispered in her ear “ there’s no need to apologise my little wolf “ she froze , I didn’t expect her to freeze but what she did next left me wanting more .. she ran, “ I’ll find you my little wolf “We barely made it halfway across the grounds when everything shifted. A group of warriors were finishing their training drills, sweat gleaming on their backs as they sparred. I didn’t pay them any mind—I never did. I wasn’t the type they looked at. Or so I thought. One of them—Garrin, a tall brown-haired warrior known for being bold to the point of stupidity—glanced up from the sparring ring. His gaze slid over me without shame. Not a flicker of respect. Not a drop of restraint. I stiffened, discomfort prickling over my skin. Before I could step away, Tane’s hand closed around my hip in a silent, territorial command. His body went rigid, the shift in his energy chilling and electric all at once. “Eyes. Off.” His voice was a low snarl—almost too low for human ears. But Garrin heard. He flinched, but not quick enough. His gaze flicked back to me, curious… fascinated. A mistake. A dangerous one. Tane moved so fast I barely saw it—one second he was beside me, the next he was
His words , Anywhere you want, little wolf. I follow you, echoed through me long after they left his lips.No one followed me.I was the girl who checked rooms twice before entering, who avoided hallways when warriors passed through, who kept her eyes down around ranked wolves. No one ever cared where I went… or if I came back.But he waited silent, patient in a way that made my pulse stutter.I swallowed, forcing my voice to steady.“The training grounds are closest,” I murmured, and turned, my steps stiff at first.I half expected him to walk ahead like every dominant male I’d ever met.But he stayed right beside me long strides slowed to match mine, body angled protectively like he would intercept any threat before I even saw it.The air felt thick. Charged.I could smell nothing, but I felt something building, like static crawling over my skin.When we stepped outside, the late afternoon sun cast warm gold over the dirt paths and stone walls. Wolves trained beyond the treeline, th
I burst through Alpha Darius’s office door so hard the frame rattled, rage swallowing me whole. I didn’t knock. I didn’t breathe. I demanded answers I should have been relieved to receiveDarius barely lifted a brow, calm as always in the face of my outbursts.“Ah, Ivory,” he said smoothly. “We were finalising your paperwork for your release.”Release.The word hit like a blow.“So you’re just going to throw one of your maids out to a pack she knows nothing about?” I snarled before I could stop myself. “My mother is here. And I’m not leaving until I know exactly who I’m leaving with.”My voice cracked on the last word, the edge of fear twisting beneath the fury.But Darius didn’t snap back. He didn’t command me to lower my tone.Instead—he inclined his head slightly toward the man beside him.And then the entire room shifted around his presence.The stranger from my dreams—towering, carved from shadow and wildfire—stepped forward with the same calm certainty he’d always had in those d
As much as I wanted to ignore this meeting, it had to be done. Business demanded discipline, but every thought in my head was consumed by her—my mate.The moment I’d learned she was listed among the maids of Crescent Pack, rage had coiled in my gut like a serpent. A maid. My Luna, reduced to servitude? The thought alone made my wolf, Dax, snarl within me. The anger only eased when I saw her—unharmed, though far from where she belonged.She was coming with me. There was no question, no choice in the matter. I would not leave these grounds without her at my side, whether she accepted it yet or not. Something told me she wouldn’t yield easily, and that defiance… Moon help me, it stirred something primal in me.Little she-wolves rarely showed me anger; most trembled when I entered a room. But she was different. Fierce. Unbroken. Every snarl, every flash of her eyes felt like a challenge I was born to meet.Her scent drew me down the corridors, heady and unmistakable. Sweet ripe berries an
I ran through the halls, heart pounding, until I reached the maids’ quarters. My hands trembled as I slammed the door shut and locked it behind me. My chest rose and fell in frantic bursts, the echo of his voice still thrumming through my mind.It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.The man from my dreams the phantom who haunted my nights and left me gasping awake he couldn’t exist beyond the veil of my imagination . And yet, the scent that clung to the air told me otherwise.… I let my day dream take me away the heat that still burned under my skin thinking of him inside of me , this time it wasn’t just darkness I could make out his face , the scent of my arrousal snapped me out of it , I needed something to take the edge offI pressed my palms against the cool wall, trying to steady my breath. Every thought of him sent shivers down my spine his touch, his command, the power he held over me. The memory of his voice was a chain around my soul, pulling tighter with every heartbeat.I lay ba
alpha Tane POV - Standing on land not ruled by my pack wasn’t unfamiliar to me. As Alpha of the Lycans of the Silver Moon Pack, I ruled the outskirts, commanded my people, and when necessary took what wasn’t freely given. Territory, power, loyalty… all of it bowed before me. I was feared. Respected. Unchallenged.There was nothing left in this world that felt uncharted except the emptiness beside me.Twenty-nine years old, and still no Luna.I’ve tried. Moon knows, I’ve tried. I’d brought countless females into my home, chosen the strongest, the most obedient, the most ambitious… but when it came time to claim them, to make them mine, something in me refused. None could compare to the woman who haunted my dreams.Every night she came to me her scent, her voice, her touch. And every morning, I woke in torment, aching for someone who may not even exist. That hunger twisted inside me, turning my restraint into rage. The little she-wolves who threw themselves at me only reminded me how h







