Claimed by the Straight Alpha
The pull of Zane was intoxicating, overwhelming, primal—and terrifying.
Zane moved closer, and I could feel the raw predatory energy emanating from him. Every muscle in his body hummed with alpha dominance, his wolf brushing against mine in a dangerous, sensual challenge.
“Your wolf is strong,” Zane murmured, eyes dark, glinting with silver light. “Stronger than most Alphas. But even strength bends… eventually. And this wolf,” he said, gesturing toward me, “he is perfect. Half immortal, half divine. He could bear life. He could make kings tremble. And he is mine. I will claim him.”