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The Precious Bundle
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2025-05-16 23:05:49I head toward the healer's den. Serena’s cub will be healthy, strong—perfect for the tribute.
The thought makes my stomach turn, but I push the revulsion away. This is what it means to be Alpha. To make the hard choices so others don't have to. To bear the weight of those choices alone.
And yet, Lyla's words ring in my ears. "You have the power to change things."
Do I? Could I end the tribute without bringing the wrath of the Slavers down on my pack? Is there another way to satisfy them, to keep my people safe?
I reach the healer's den, a small cabin set apart from the main lodge. Inside, the air is warm and thick with the scent of herbs and birthing mothers. Rosemary meets me at the door.
"Alpha." She greets me with a respectful nod. "You've come about the tribute?"
"Yes," I say, the word bitter on my tongue. "Is she close?"
Rosemary nods, her expression carefully neutral. "Any moment now. The mother doesn't know, of cour
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Stolen by the Alpha The Precious Bundle
I head toward the healer's den. Serena’s cub will be healthy, strong—perfect for the tribute.The thought makes my stomach turn, but I push the revulsion away. This is what it means to be Alpha. To make the hard choices so others don't have to. To bear the weight of those choices alone.And yet, Lyla's words ring in my ears. "You have the power to change things."Do I? Could I end the tribute without bringing the wrath of the Slavers down on my pack? Is there another way to satisfy them, to keep my people safe?I reach the healer's den, a small cabin set apart from the main lodge. Inside, the air is warm and thick with the scent of herbs and birthing mothers. Rosemary meets me at the door."Alpha." She greets me with a respectful nod. "You've come about the tribute?""Yes," I say, the word bitter on my tongue. "Is she close?"Rosemary nods, her expression carefully neutral. "Any moment now. The mother doesn't know, of cour
Stolen by the Alpha The She-Wolf's Time Is Now
The weight of the Alpha mantle sits heavy on my shoulders. I pace the length of my quarters, my wolf restless beneath my skin, craving the freedom of the forest. But freedom is a luxury I can't afford, not when the entire pack is watching me right now.The Elders' warnings about the tribute echo in my mind. Lyla called it barbaric—she made that much clear. But what choice do I have? The pack comes first. Always.I stop at the window. The new moon hangs invisible in the night sky, its absence a fitting mirror to the hollow feeling in my chest. Two days have passed since the meeting with the elders. Two days of funeral rites for our fallen young. Two days of waiting for the birth that will bring both life and death in the same moment. I watch the dark tree line, my body tense with anticipation and dread. Any moment now, Rosemary will come with news that Serena has gone into labor. Any moment now, the countdown to my most hated duty will begin.The pack has s
Stolen by the Alpha Deliver the Tribute
"I had matters to attend to," I reply, taking my place at the table. The Alpha's chair, slightly larger than the rest, feels like a trap today rather than a seat of power."Yes. The aftermath of your... indecision." Elder Cordelia's voice carries a bite that belies her grandmotherly appearance. She's always been the most traditional of the council, the staunchest defender of the old ways. "You waited too long." Her voice is sharp like a winter wind slicing through bare branches. "The tribute was due a month ago. You've been stalling, searching for alternatives that don't exist.""We've already lost too much," Elder Garrett adds.The room is heavy with judgment. They know about the Slavers. They know about my hesitation. But the rest of the pack doesn’t, and they won't if I can help it."With respect," I say, fighting to keep my voice level, "I believe it's my responsibility as Alpha to question traditions that demand the sacrifice of our own.""With respect," Elder Cordelia echoes, he
Stolen by the Alpha We've Been Waiting
It's barely a heartbeat later when I'm summoned by the Elders. The scent of the woods is heavy around me, a comforting reminder of home despite the chaos that threatens to unravel us. Their call echoes through me, an undeniable command that stirs my wolf within.The walk back to the lodge feels longer than usual, each step weighted with the burden of what's to come. I could shift and make the journey shorter, but I prefer the time that my human feet buy me. Word has already spread—I can see it in the faces of my pack that turn toward me as I approach, in the hushed conversations that halt at my presence, in the scent of fear and grief that hangs in the air.Four families waiting to learn that their children are never coming home. A fifth that doesn't yet know their unborn child is already marked for sacrifice.And somewhere, Lyla, whose faith in me has been tested again and again, and always finding me lacking.One last tribute. One last terrible choice made in the name of duty. And t
Stolen by the Alpha Between Duty and Conscience
I wash the blood from my hands in the icy stream, watching as crimson swirls dissolve into clear water. If only the stain on my conscience could be so easily cleansed. The tribute. A sterile word for a monstrous practice—sacrificing a newborn cub to the Slavers each year to keep our pack safe. A tradition older than I am, passed down through generations of Alphas, each bearing the weight of this terrible choice. Until now, I've convinced myself it was necessary. Unavoidable. The price of our continued existence. But Lyla's voice echoes in my mind, challenging everything I thought I knew. Everything I've done in the name of duty.The cold water numbs my skin, but does nothing for the hollowness spreading inside me. Four young wolves dead because I hesitated. Because I listened to the doubts that have been growing since Lyla discovered the truth twelve months ago.The memory of that night is seared into my mind. Lyla had been tracking unusual movements at the borders of our territory, c
Stolen by the Alpha They Left a Message
EthanThe Slavers. The description matches what we know of them—humans who have dedicated themselves to hunting and controlling our kind, who have somehow gained power over us through dark means we don't understand."They had weapons," she continues, her voice growing fainter. "But also . . . chains. Special chains."The infamous chains of the Ironfang Slavers—forged with some magic that can bind even a shifted werewolf, preventing transformation and sapping our strength. I've never seen them myself, but the stories have been passed down through generations, cautionary tales to keep young wolves from straying too far from pack territory."They surrounded us," Mia says. "We tried to fight, to run, but..." Her eyes fill with tears. "They killed Raj first. Made us watch. Said it was a demonstration."My stomach turns at the casual cruelty of it. They didn't just want to send a message—they wanted to inflict maximum terror and pain in the process."And then?" I prompt gently when she fall
Stolen by the Alpha Written in Blood
EthanThe forest welcomes me, a familiar embrace of pine and earth as my paws dig into the soft ground. Around me, five of my strongest pack members run in formation—their silver and dark-furred bodies weaving between trees with practiced ease. I lead them on the border patrol, my senses heightened in this form, alert to any sign of intrusion into our territory. My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries.The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.The darkness of the night cloaks us, weaving a shroud of secrecy as we weave through the towering evergreens that loom like ancient sentinels around us. It’s a perfect n
Stolen by the Alpha Salt and Desperation
KalenThe kiss is salt and desperation, her whimper swallowed by my growl as her hips arch into mine. Every thread of restraint burns away. Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking until my scalp burns. I crowd her against the tree, one knee wedged between her thighs, letting her grind against denim until her breath comes in ragged bursts. Every gasp is a blade twisting deeper into the cursed part of me that wants things I can’t have. She tastes like vengeance and reckoning, like every forbidden thing I’ve ever craved. Her teeth graze my lip, drawing blood, and the metallic tang ignites something feral, possessive.I tear myself away, breathing ragged. Her pupils are blown wide, lips swollen, chest rising and falling like she’s just run for her life.“Kalen,” she rasps. Just my name.It undoes me.My hands find her waist, her thighs hooking around me as I lift her, her back scraping bark. There’s no g
Stolen by the Alpha Cunning Hunter
Kalen"No!" Lyla thrashes like netted prey. "Not again! Not again!"Her terror is a live wire against my skin. I cage her gently between my arms and legs, mindful of her nails, absorbing the blows until her screams die to whimpers."Breathe, hellwolf." My palm settles over her racing heart.She stills, sucking in a deep breath and holding it so long I fear she’ll pass out. Then she whispers, “Kalen.”One word. A statement.My name.My heart trembles.“I’m here.” I whisper the words, my lips grazing her cheek.She relaxes against me, a shuddering gasp shaking her body.Focus. On her. Keep her focused. "Name five things you smell," I murmur. Grounding her in this moment."Pine resin. Iron blood. Your... your stupid musk."I smile. "Two more.""Wood smoke." A shuddering inhale. "Rotted meat."Ice floods my veins. The same decay-smell from J
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