All Chapters of The One He Chose: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The ScholarshipLife in the human world was different. Not easy, not safe, not entirely kind—but different.The woods had spat them out as exiles. The Blue Moon pack had branded them traitors, though no proof had ever been laid against Henry’s mother. One day, they had been wolves belonging to a family and a name. The next, they were ghosts walking among humans, stripped of identity.Henry learned quickly what survival meant.“Keep your head low,” his mother would whisper whenever they entered the human town. “Never let them know what you are.”And so he didn’t.At ten years old, Henry became the shadow of his mother. She took work at a laundry shop, scrubbing the sweat of human men from shirts and uniforms. At night, she returned with her hands bleeding, but she always smiled at Henry.“This world doesn’t ask who we were,” she told him. “It only asks what we can do.”Henry believed her. He had to.Strange but peacefulYears passed. The human world never fully welcomed them, but it t

Henry had barely gotten used to the rhythm of the scholarship school. Every hallway still felt like a gauntlet, every whisper an accusation of what he was—“the exile’s son, the rogue’s boy.” But for the first time, he also felt a flicker of possibility. Books, teachers, even the scent of ink and chalk—it was all so human, yet so freeing.But freedom had a way of never lasting.It began in the courtyard. Henry was sitting under the shade of a tree, quietly eating his lunch, when a shadow fell across him. He looked up and froze.It was Elias.Not Elias the student, not Elias the stranger. Elias, the newly restored Alpha of the Blue Moon pack. His presence was a storm dressed in calm skin. His shoulders carried authority, his eyes burned with the weight of command.“Henry,” Elias called, as if they shared a secret only wolves could hear.Henry’s hand stiffened around his sandwich. The whispers of nearby students rose quicker. They recognized Elias, too. An Alpha didn’t just appear at a s

Henry had always believed that effort could outpace circumstance. If he studied harder, listened and endured hard times, he could outrun the weight of his name. Blackwood Academy became his proving ground.By the middle of the term, whispers about him still circled like restless crows, but they no longer clung to him. Teachers noticed. His essays were great than most, his answers precise, his determination impossible to ignore. Even the head of mathematics—known for chewing through students’ confidence with nothing but an arched brow—was forced to concede, “You have a natural gift for structure, Henry. Few see the world with such order.”Henry accepted the compliment. He never boasted, never looked smug, though inside his chest there was a warmth he hadn’t felt in years. For once, he was being measured not by exile or bloodline, but by merit.But in the corners of his life, mysteries pressed closer.Every evening, when Henry returned to the apartment Adrian had arranged for him and hi

Elias, the Alpha sat on his study, staring at the letters on his desk. Each one bore his crest. Each one carried words he had written with care, with honesty, with hope. And each one had vanished into silence. No reply. No acknowledgment and nothing. It had been years since he had first reached out to Henry's school, and still the boy—no, the young man now—remained beyond his grasp. Elias’s hand tightened into a fist. The parchment in his knuckles crumpled. “I’ve given him everything I could in words,” Elias muttered. “A promise of safety. A place in his rightful pack. A life free of whispers. Why will he not answer me?” The fire in the hearth burned, but it did not warm him. Deep down, Elias knew. The letters were not failing to reach Henry. They were being stopped. Intercepted. Burned before they ever touched his hands. And there was only one man with the access and the motive. Adrian, the school principal of Blackwood Academy. Elias’s chest tightened. He had respected Ad

Henry’s eighteenth birthday had always seemed a far-off dream, a number other boys tossed around casually while he lived one day at a time, scraping by. Yet now, the day had arrived—and it didn’t feel like freedom. It felt like the world had placed chains of gold and silver around his neck. Damien’s visit earlier had already upended everything. The billionaire’s sudden appearance at their modest apartment, the black envelope heavy in Henry’s hands—it was almost too much to process. He had tucked it away in his drawer, unopened, afraid that even reading it would change his life forever. But there was still his mother, Evelyn, smiling through the evening as neighbors and a few classmates filtered into their home. Balloons sagged against the walls. A cake with frosting sat on the table. Music sounds from a speaker that crackled every few minutes. For one precious moment, Henry allowed himself to forget everything. He laughed when his mother smeared frosting on his cheek, accepted a gi