The Alpha's Greatest Mistake

Lina was woken by a heavy strike on her head, the impact sharp and brutal, sending a sharp pain through her skull. A broken gasp tore from her lips as her body jerked violently, her hands instinctively flying up too late to shield herself.For a moment, she could not breathe. Her chest tightened painfully, her lungs refusing to cooperate as shock held her still. Her thoughts were slow and tangled, as though her mind had been dragged through something thick and suffocating.She blinked rapidly, trying to force her eyes open, but the darkness remained absolute. It pressed in from every direction, swallowing everything, leaving her disoriented and terrified.A dull ringing filled her ears. The pain in her head throbbed steadily, spreading outward, making it difficult to think clearly. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her lips trembling slightly as she tried to steady herself.Her body felt unfamiliar, almost distant, as though it no longer belonged to her. Every slight movement sent a

After the day of the assembly, every week one or two girls were sold. Armed men in cars came to buy them. One of the girls who cooked and served both the men and the girls in the camp told LinaThe girl moved quietly, almost blending into the background. She was of average height, slim but not weak, her movements controlled and careful. Her skin was deep brown, smooth but dull from years of exhaustion.Her hair was tied back into a loose, uneven bun, strands falling slightly around her face. Her eyes were what stood out the most. Dark, tired, but alert. The kind of eyes that had seen too much and learned to survive anyway.She did not look directly at Lina when she spoke. Instead, she focused on the tray in her hands, arranging plates with steady precision.“I have been here for five years,” she said quietly.The words settled heavily.Five years?Lina felt something move inside her. That was not survival. That was a lifetime in a place like this.The girl continued, her tone calm, al

The silence after the crash did not feel like absence. It felt like pressure.Like the world itself had leaned in, waiting to see whether she would break.Lina stood motionless for a moment, her chest rising in uneven pulls, each breath sharp and unsteady as though her lungs had forgotten their rhythm. Her ears rang faintly, a high, distant sound that made everything feel slightly unreal.The smell hit her next.Burnt metal. Smoke. Something oily and bitter that clung to the back of her throat and refused to leave.Her body ached in places she could not immediately name. Her head throbbed in slow, heavy pulses. Her arms felt detached from her, like they no longer belonged to her. Even her legs trembled as though they were arguing with the idea of holding her upright.If she stayed here one more second… would she collapse?She looked at the car.Or what was left of it.The black Range Rover Sentinel had become something unrecognizable. The front was crushed inward like paper crumpled in

Lina woke again, but this time the heaviness in her body no longer held her down the way it had before. It lingered only as residue, like pain that had already happened rather than something actively happening to her. Her breathing steadied slowly as awareness returned without resistance pulling her back under.She did not move immediately. The ceiling above directly facing her as she listened to the quiet of the room, letting herself confirm she was still here. The memory of the forest returned in fragments—water, breath, shifting shape, and Elena’s eyes, each detail sharp like the first time.Her fingers held slightly against the blanket as confusion still lingered. That moment in the forest had not dissolved with sleep or exhaustion. It remained intact inside her memory, too real to dismiss as imagination breaking under pressure.Morning light filtered through a small window, spreading across the wooden floor in thin, pale lines that softened the edges

The road leading to the Pack House curved gently through the center of the territory, wide and carefully maintained, as though every part of it carried importance. The ground beneath Lina’s feet was smooth stone, clean enough to reflect faint light where the sun touched it through the trees.Everything around her felt organized and intentional.The further they walked, the more Lina noticed how different this place was from anything she had known before. The buildings were spaced with precision, large enough to hold presence without crowding each other. Nothing looked neglected or temporary, even the air carried order.Tall trees surrounded the paths naturally, they had been shaped carefully around the territory instead of cut down completely. Lanterns hung between carved wooden posts, unlit for now, but positioned evenly along the roads as though the entire pack transformed at night into something quieter and more watchful.People moved