All Chapters of Married to the Beta, Desired by the Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The pack house breathed at night. Stone walls sighed with old magic, floors creaked under silent paws, and moonlight sliced through tall windows like silver knives. I shouldn’t have left my room. Kaden’s gentle kiss goodnight still burned on my forehead—safe, responsible, everything I was supposed to hold onto. But the ache wouldn’t let me stay still. I padded barefoot down the shadowed corridor, nightgown whispering against my legs. The air carried pine and distant rain. I told myself I needed water. I lied. He was there. Darius stood at the far end of the hall, back to me, staring out at the forest like it held secrets he needed to crush. Moonlight edged his frame, but I didn’t let my gaze linger. I felt him first—his presence pulling at something deep and dangerous inside me. He didn’t turn, but his shoulders tensed. My scent must have reached him. A low growl rolled from his chest—quiet, involuntary, vibrating through the stone and into my bare feet. “You shouldn’t

Chapter 2 The moment Darius stepped into the clearing, the air turned thick, charged with something unspoken. Every wolf around me perked up—ears twitching, shoulders tensing, the low hum of the crowd falling silent as if a single command had silenced them. Even the torches seemed to dim, flickering lower in recognition of the power that had just entered the space. He moved with lethal grace, the kind that didn’t need to rush because the world bent to it. Black suit razor-sharp, tailored to every inch of his six-foot-four frame—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, long legs carrying him forward without a sound. Jet-black hair swept back but falling slightly forward, catching the torchlight in a way that made it gleam like polished obsidian. His face was angular, high cheekbones, strong jaw shadowed with faint stubble. Scars—thin white lines along his knuckles, one faint slash near the edge of his jaw—told stories of battles won. The alpha tattoo curled dark on the side of

Chapter 4 Morning light filtered through the tall windows of the pack house dining hall, turning the long oak table gold. The room was already full when Kaden and I walked in—wolves of all ages scattered around the table, plates piled with eggs, bacon, fresh bread, and fruit. The air smelled of coffee, fried meat, and the faint undercurrent of wolf musk. Conversation paused for half a heartbeat when we entered, eyes flicking to us—curious, assessing, some friendly, some guarded. Kaden’s hand rested lightly on my lower back, guiding me toward two empty seats near the center. He didn’t hover, didn’t make a show of it—just steady presence. I appreciated that more than I wanted to admit. “Morning, everyone,” he said easily, voice carrying without effort. “This is Arelia. My wife. Your beta.” A chorus of greetings rolled back—some warm “welcome”s, a few nods, a couple of younger wolves grinning wide. I managed a small smile, the mask slipping into place automatically. Sit. Nod. Don’