All Chapters of Claimed by the Straight Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

William’s POVMy name is William, and I am the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack. To the outside world, my name carries weight—authority, strength, and leadership. But when I strip all of that away, I am simply a wolf who has been waiting far too long for the other half of his soul.My wolf, Night Storm, came to me early. I was only twelve, far younger than most of the boys in my pack. The first shift, the first echo of his voice in my head, was a blessing—but also a curse. Because the moment a wolf awakens, he begins to long for his mate. Storm has been waiting for as long as I can remember, restless, hopeful, pushing me to search at every gathering, every festival, every border crossing.I am twenty-four now. Twelve long years, and still no mate. Each time I meet another wolf, Storm stirs with hope—only for both of us to be disappointed.I have searched. I have crossed territories, attended every pack alliance event, and welcomed rogues who sought refuge—half-hoping one of them would be ou

William's POVSleep refused to claim me last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—the boy from the beach.Why him? I didn’t even know his name. But there was something about him, something that had sunk claws into my thoughts and refused to let go. His eyes had been stormy with pain, his aura fractured yet oddly compelling. Most people avoided me, but he… he had almost walked toward me, like he was drawn in.That thought unsettled me.I growled under my breath and threw the sheets aside. Enough. I was Alpha of the Moonlight Pack. I had an empire to run, enemies watching for any weakness. I could not afford distraction—not from a stranger on the beach, not from anyone.I showered, letting the icy water snap me awake. The mirror fogged as I ran a hand through my damp hair. My reflection stared back: sharp cheekbones, eyes so dark they often looked like polished obsidian, and the weight of leadership etched into every line of my face.I dressed quickly—black shirt, black pants, b

William’s POVThe moment our hands touched, it happened.The spark. The rush. The undeniable surge of something so primal and ancient that it shattered every layer of control I had built as an Alpha.Mate.The word roared through me like thunder splitting the sky, not in my own voice, but in Night Storm’s. My wolf, my other half, the creature who had been waiting for this day as long as I had, howled with triumphant joy inside my chest. The sound vibrated through every bone, shaking me to my very core.But as that one word reverberated in my head, shaking loose everything I thought I knew about fate, my body went rigid. My heart stuttered, then raced so hard I thought it might break free from my chest.Because the man standing before me — the one with wide, nervous eyes and trembling fingers still pressed against my hand — was no woman. No soft, delicate vision I had pictured through years of longing. No dream wrapped in silken hair and gentle perfume.It was him. Ester. The young man

William's POVMy entire life, I had prepared for the moment I would finally meet my mate. Every night since the age of twelve, since Nightstorm first stirred within me, the thought had lingered like a constant whisper: They’re out there. They’re waiting for you, just as you’re waiting for them.But when the moment finally came, it was nothing like the storybooks promised. There was no rush of certainty that filled me with joy. There was no instant peace. Instead, there was fire—raging, scorching fire—burning through my veins, demanding submission to a bond I had spent years imagining but had never truly prepared for.And it was him. Ester. The man who had walked into my office looking so fragile, so painfully human, his hands fidgeting with nervous energy, his eyes refusing to meet mine until I demanded it. The man whose scent had haunted me from the beach, whose sadness had carved into my chest like claws. The man I had tried to convince myself was just a stranger I would never see ag

Nut's POV The night was colder when I left William’s chamber, though perhaps it was only my heart that felt it. The Alpha had closed himself off again, as he always did when the weight of the world pressed too heavily on him. But tonight, there was something different in his eyes — something raw, almost fragile.He had finally spoken the words aloud. Mate.I should have felt surprise, but instead what I felt was relief.For so long I had watched him carry his burdens alone, locking away every weakness, every flicker of hope or fear behind walls no one else was allowed to touch. He had been a fortress — impenetrable, unyielding, untouchable. To most, he was nothing but power and command. But I had known the boy before the Alpha. I had seen him bleed, grieve, fight, and rise again. I had been there through every shadow. And in all those years, I had prayed that something, someone, would break through his armor.Now, it seemed the Moon Goddess had answered in the form of a bond neither o