LOGIN~NYRA~
“Nyra! Nyra!” I woke to a sharp tug through the mind link. “Yes,” I answered groggily. “Wake up, Nyra. There’s an intruder.” Aaron’s voice sharpened my senses, every nerve sparking awake. “An intruder?” “Yes. Come down soon.” The link cut off. I scrambled out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. Hot water stung against my skin, my shoulder wound—once raw—was gone, leaving only a faint scar. Good thing no one knew. Yanking on a black tank top and track pants, I raced downstairs, heart thudding. Aaron and Knox were waiting, tense. “What happened?” I demanded, joining them. “A man attacked our patrols at night,” Knox said as we headed toward the grounds. “Why didn’t they kill him?” “He’s human,” Aaron muttered with disdain. Human. My pulse spiked. “Then why the trial? Uncle can just command him,” I pressed. “That’s the problem.” Knox’s tone was grave. “Alpha command didn’t work on him.” “What?” My steps faltered. That was…impossible. Humans bent instantly under Alpha’s will. Always. Does that mean — No. Don’t overthink, Nyra. “What happens now?” “The council members are here. They’ll decide.” I swallowed hard. Council. “Why did the council get involved?” Aaron asked, voicing the question sitting like a stone in my chest. “That human carried silver and matches. He attacked our men deliberately. They suspect he knew what we are.” Aaron frowned. “We don’t kill humans… but if the command doesn’t work, then—” “Execution,” Knox finished. The word felt like ice in my veins. Not that I fear blood, but something doesn't feel right. We entered the training grounds. My gaze swept over the gathered crowd—elders, council, warriors—and then froze. I sensed him before I saw him. My mate. Bound in chains at the center of the grounds. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be him. Not here. “Nyra?” Aaron called softly. I tore my eyes away, following them up the stage where Uncle, Aunt and council members presided, deep in discussion. We took our places behind them. But the pull burned through me, in every vein, fierce and undeniable. 'We need to save him!' Nina, my wolf, snapped in my mind. 'Let’s wait for their decision,' I muttered. 'He’s our mate. They can’t kill him!' I ignored her. She wouldn’t understand. Even I couldn’t. Why did he come here? Why did he attack? Why didn’t my command erase his memory? 'He's our mate.' 'Is that why he's immune to my command?' I asked. 'Answer me, Nina' Fucking great. Now she's ignoring me. Alpha Allen stood, his voice cutting through the crowd. “Why did you carry silver knives? Who sent you?” “No one sent me,” the human spat. “Why attack our men? Who told you about silver?” “Speak or you’ll be dead,” Uncle’s Alpha voice thundered. The man’s glare burned. “You monsters kill without mercy. But I won’t let that happen. I’ll end you.” “Human.” Uncle Daniel sneered. “Let's just kill him.” “But he’s human,” Aunt argued weakly. “A human who is immune to my command!” Uncle roared back. Alpha Allen exhaled, weary. “There’s no other choice. Finish him and file the report.” “No!” Nina’s growl reverberated inside me. “Save him now!” “Nina, please—” But the warrior stepped forward, sword raised. My wolf surged. “Now! Save mate! You can’t sit here!” Pain split through my skull as I tried to hold her back. “Nyra,” Knox whispered beside me, concern in his eyes. I clenched my teeth. 'Please, Nina, don’t. Everyone will know—' 'I don’t care!' The shift tore through me. My body cracked, bones snapping as Nina forced her way out. Knox stumbled back as my wolf growled at him. Then, without hesitation, she leapt over the elders and landed in the dirt, the crowd scattering in terror. Her paws pounded against the earth until she stood before him—our mate—snarling at the warrior. He faltered, dropping the sword and backing away. “He’s mine! My mate!” Nina’s Alpha command boomed through the mind link, echoing across every wolf in the pack. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Confusion. Shock. Horror. Knox’s face paled. “Impossible,” he whispered. Aaron’s eyes darted between me and the human, wide with disbelief. 'What have you done, Nina?' I whispered. 'The right thing,' she replied, unapologetic. “Nyra!” My uncle’s voice roared with fury.~NYRA~ “What took you this long—” The words never make it out. They die the second the window slides open, and I’m hit by a strong wave of earth and smoke. Him. Not Aaron. Bare skin meets the dawn’s cold—his chest pale in the low blue light, hair tousled like sleep tried and failed to claim him. Yet his eyes are sharp. Too focused. Awake in a way that has nothing to do with morning. The ledge beneath my boots is cold, slick with early dew. I don’t move. Can’t. One wrong shift and I’d slip—down the stone, into the quiet below. Or closer. The wind cuts through me, threading under my jacket, raising goosebumps along my arms. It smells like pine, damp earth, and—unmistakably—him. My fingers curl instinctively against the stone. My pulse stutters, loud in my ears, racing down my spine and into my hands. For a breathless second, the world narrows to the space between us—the open window, the cold air, the thin line of control I’m gripping like the edge of the ledge itself. And I
~ETHAN~ “So… you two will be sleeping together?” “No!” “Never!” Her voice cuts over mine—sharp, absolute, leaving no room for negotiation. For a split second, her eyes snap to me. And then they’re gone again. She’s been doing that. Looking—then retreating. Like eye contact itself is a line she refuses to cross twice. Aaron lets out a nervous laugh, the kind people make when they don’t know what else to do. One look from her shuts him down instantly. His mouth snaps closed. His shoulders stiffen. Why does he fear her? She’s just a woman. A dangerous one—sure. Too fast. Too sure of herself. But still just a woman. I’ve watched him take down five men without hesitation. He's strong. So why does one look from her freeze him where he stands? “Then he’ll sleep on the couch,” Aaron says. “Or—the rug. We can’t let him sleep on the floor.” “There’s no need,” she says, tone final. Not raised. Not harsh. Just decided. Just her. “He’ll stay here… with you.” “Wh
~NYRA~ He leans in… closing the only gap between us. And then I feel him — hard, undeniable. The world slams still. A jolt surges through me — heat, anger, hunger — all at once. My breath stutters. My instinct roars. I wrench free, twisting out of his grip with force and fury, stumbling as my back hits the shower wall. I need this distance to breathe again. Without looking at him, I snatch the towel, wrap it around myself, and step away—putting inches, air, sanity between us. Only then do I look back. Ethan stands there, chest heaving, hair dripping into eyes that are dark and reckless and still hungry with something he doesn’t understand. Steam coils around him like it’s trying to drag him back toward me. I shut that possibility down with a single breath. “Don’t try that again.” My voice is crisp, steady, unshaken despite everything burning under my skin. And I walk out, leaving him in the heat, in the chokehold of almost, in the moment neither of us will
~NYRA~ “Ethan.” His name leaves me like a blade—sharp, clean, meant to cut. Steam coils around us in thick, rolling waves, turning the shower into something small and suffocating. A cage. A battlefield. The water beats down my back, hot and merciless, and every drop that hits my skin feels like, somehow, it echoes inside him too. He stands in front of me—drenched, cornered, rigid with rage he doesn’t have space to put down. His chest rises against my forearm—slow, deliberate—like a test of how far I can go before I snap. And the worst part? I am hyper aware of everything. Every pulse thundering under his skin. Every stutter in his breath. Every wrong, impossible thread of the bond humming beneath my ribs, sharpening my senses until the entire world narrows down to a single focus. Him. His eyes lock on mine—bright, fevered, defiant. “Why the fuck are you attacking me?” he rasps, voice cracked and unsteady. My grip tightens on instinct—then slips, fractionally, like even m
~NYRA~ “I don’t feel anything,” he cuts in. A clean fact, it slices through me—even though I never asked for this bond, the truth still lands like a bruise under my ribs. “Good,” I snap. “Maybe that’ll make this easier.” His eyes narrow. “Easier for what?” “To use this bond,” I lean forward until the air between us tightens, “and then break it.” His nostrils flare. He steps closer, slow, deliberate, until heat rolls between us. “You wolves,” he murmurs, face inches from mine, “are absolutely insane.” “You haven’t seen my insanity,” I say, quiet as death. “If I didn’t need you to become Alpha, I’d have killed you and ended this shit show already.” His brows twitch. “Alpha?” he echoes, eyes flicking toward Aaron like he’s piecing together a language he’s never heard. Understanding snaps into place: He’s human. A clueless, infuriating, fragile human. He knows nothing. Absolutely nothing. "You know nothing." I say. His jaw hardens. “Not everyone grows up as a mo
~NYRA~ Satisfaction hums beneath my skin as I walk out of the dungeon, the cold stone still clinging to my clothes, the metallic scent of blood and rust trailing behind me. His defiance cracked. Not fully—just enough to show the fracture beneath. And that—goddess help me—felt good. 'It wasn’t', Nina growls, low and disapproving. 'Don’t hurt mate.' 'Mate or not', I huff back, 'this is what we need. What the pack needs.' She wails at that, but doesn’t fight me. Not on this. “Nyra!” Aaron’s voice cuts through the hallway, sharp as a blade. I turn. He strides toward me, the afternoon light slicing across his features—brows drawn, shoulders tense. It makes him look older, more Alpha than he’ll ever admit. “So?” he asks quietly. “What happens now?” 'Not here. My office', I mind-link. His jaw twitches, but he nods and leads the way. The office door shuts with a soft thud behind us—still too small, too cramped, smelling faintly of old paper and the lemon cleanser the




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