The Alpha's chosen One

The next morning, I woke up angry. Not because something has gone wrong .Because something had gone too right.The mate bond still buzzed inside me like a second heartbeat, stubborn and alive no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. I could feel him—Liam—somewhere downstairs. Awake. Breathing. Close enough to touch. Too close.My wolf was already pacing.I sat up in bed, dragging a hand through my tangled hair, trying to shut her out. She wanted him. She didn’t care that he was a nobody. She didn’t care about his missing past or the way he stumbled into the ceremony like a half-dead rogue. All she cared about was that he was ours.“I don’t want a mate,” I muttered under my breath.My reflection stared back at me from the tall mirror near the dresser. Sharp eyes. Strong shoulders. Alpha. I’d built everything I had without anyone’s help. I didn’t need a bond to complete me.And yet…Why did I feel hollow when I tried to reject the warmth he brought?By the time I made it to the dining

The moonlight streamed through the windows of my cabin, casting pale streaks across the floor like ghostly fingers reaching for me. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my trembling hands, trying to make sense of what I had just felt in the training grounds.Liam.His touch had seared through my skin like fire. Not in pain—but something far more dangerous. Something I didn’t want. Something that made my wolf stir, whispering that we belonged to him.I clenched my jaw. No. I don't belong to anyone.The wind howled outside, echoing the storm building in my chest. I had trained for years to become the Alpha my people needed. I had fought to be respected, to stand tall in a world that expected submission from a woman. And now? A single bond threatened to unravel all of that.A knock came at the door.I didn’t move.The knock came again, more insistent this time.With a resigned sigh, I stood and opened it—only to find Liam standing there, looking like trouble wrapped in moonlight. His

The night air pressed against my skin, heavy with the scent of pine and the faint tang of damp earth. Even under the pale moonlight, the shadows of the forest seemed sharper, alive with movement I could feel more than see. My hand tightened around the scroll, the fragile paper crumpling slightly under my grip. Tomorrow night. They’ll arrive by tomorrow night.The words burned themselves into my mind. I tried to push away thoughts of Kael, tried to focus on the pack, on the warriors who depended on me. But every heartbeat seemed to echo his name. Every distant howl sounded like a warning—or a plea.I walked toward the central clearing, where the pack gathered to train. The warriors stopped mid-motion as I approached, their weapons clashing softly in the practice sparring. Eyes met mine—respect, anticipation, and a subtle trace of unease. I forced a smile, hiding the storm brewing inside me.“Double the patrols,” I said aloud, more to myself than to anyone else. “No one leaves the groun

The moment I stepped out of the training hall, the wind shifted—sharp, metallic, carrying the heavy scent of blood. My wolf reacted instantly, rising, alert. Blood on my territory? At dawn? That alone was enough to make my heart thrum with danger.But there was something else hidden beneath it… something faint, warm, familiar in a way I couldn’t explain.A pull.No.Not possible.I followed the scent through the trees until I reached the border outpost. Two warriors stood frozen, their eyes wide, their bodies tense like they didn’t know whether to bow or run.“What happened?” I demanded.They stepped aside.That’s when I saw him.A young man lay collapsed at the base of a tree, his body torn open by claw marks. His shirt was ripped, soaked with blood, his breathing shallow and broken. Dirt streaked his skin. Bruises covered his arms. His wolf—whatever it was—was barely hanging on.But his face…Soft, sharp, beautiful in a way that struck too deep.And then he opened his eyes.Grey. St

The night felt colder than usual.A sharp wind cut through the trees, carrying the scent of pine, damp earth, and something else… something that made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand. My boots pressed silently into the forest floor as I followed the patrol route toward the eastern ridge, where the whispers of danger had become impossible to ignore.Behind me, Orion and two warriors kept a respectful distance, but their tension was obvious. No one spoke. No one breathed louder than necessary.War was coming, and everyone felt it.But my mind… my mind was somewhere else entirely.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape the image of Liam unconscious on that stone slab in the healer’s hut. The messy brown hair matted with blood. The long lashes resting against pale skin. The faint glow of his aura that shifted like moonlight through fog.My mate.I hated the word… and yet it kept echoing through my skull like a distant drum.“Alpha,” Orion called softly from behind me. “W