The Alpha’s Contract Mate
I feel my wolf pulse in triumph, powerful and alive.
The elders rise, murmuring among themselves. The cousin glares at me, his jaw tight, clearly trying to mask the defeat. He expected to win easily, to embarrass me, but instead, he’s humiliated in front of everyone. I don’t speak. I don’t need to. My victory is written in my stance, my strength, and the silence that surrounds me.