Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Pretty Little Pup : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

The scent of home hit her before the town came into view—pine sap, river wind, and the undercurrent of wolves. Real wolves. Not the disguised dominance of a classroom or the puffed-up growls of immature Alphas at the university. This was pack air. And Elara Grey breathed it in with a giddy smile as her boots crunched the gravel of the old road leading to her family’s modest cottage.She hadn’t been home in six moons. Six whole moons since she last saw the forest she was born in. Or her parents. Or them—the Alpha and his Luna. Gods, especially him."Elara!" her mother, Maelin, called from the porch, apron dusted with flour. She wiped her hands hastily on her hip and pulled her daughter into a tight hug. "You’re early! We thought you’d miss the new moon feast."Elara clung to her mother with one arm and dragged her heavy suitcase behind her with the other. "Caught an earlier caravan from the North Ridge checkpoint. Didn’t want to miss anything."Maelin kissed her cheek before pulling ba

Elara stepped out onto the moonlit balcony, her bare legs trembling as the evening breeze swept against her damp lace panties. The air kissed every inch of exposed skin, a cooling contrast to the heat building inside her. Behind her, the door clicked shut, and she knew—without seeing—that the Alpha had followed.His presence engulfed her like smoke and flame. He didn’t speak at first. He simply stood behind her, close enough that she could feel his body heat brushing her spine. Every breath was a command. Every second, a test.“I told you,” he said, voice deep and razor-smooth, “to step outside. I didn’t say you could look away.”Elara’s breath caught in her throat. She turned her head, glancing over her shoulder.He stood behind her, arms crossed over his chest, the moonlight casting his features in shadow and silver. His eyes—piercing, sharp, and molten with lust—held her in place. He looked like power made flesh.Elara whimpered. "Alpha... please."He took a step closer, his finger

Alpha's 's POVThe night clung to her like silk, wrapping the world in a quiet haze, but within Caelin, there was a storm. His heart thundered like hooves against stone, each beat filled with need, dominance, and the terrible ache of restraint. Elara was still trembling, bent over at the railings, flushed, panting, glistening under the moonlight, the picture of obedience and temptation. She had done so well—so beautifully well—but she wasn’t finished.Caelin's voice cut through the night like a blade."You will not come, Elara," he warned, every syllable heavy with control. "Not unless I allow it."The girl moaned softly, her hands still between her legs, clinging to the command like a lifeline."Yes, Alpha," she whispered, her voice trembling.But that wasn’t enough. Caelin moved, slow and deliberate, coming up behind her like a shadow with purpose. Hishand reached down, thick fingers curling over Elara's wrist."That’s mine now."He drew Elara’s hand away with quiet authority, repla