Claimed by the Straight Alpha
They were more than allies—they were the perfect complement to Ester and me, to the power of the white wolf, to the claim of an Alpha who refused to let go.
By the time the first light of dawn crested the ridge, silver and soft, the village was fortified, the pack rested and bonded, and Ester and I remained intertwined, wolf pressing, pulse vibrating, claim solidified. His immortal essence pulsed faintly, divine threads glowing softly, male fertility radiating as a quiet, unspoken testament to the depth of his power.
I pressed a final kiss to his temple, teeth grazing lightly, wolf coiling fully. “Forever,” I whispered. “Always. Mine. Irrevocably. Eternally. And no one will ever take you.”