Thorne’s POV
Being Alpha sure has its perks, but to ensure my lifespan in the game, I’ve had to master the art of discipline. Sometimes, that means ignoring sweet temptations that are dangled just within my reach. My latest temptation? Luna Serene, the mate to Alpha Matteo, who was my long time business rival. Matteo hated me, It wasn’t personal, not at first anyway. He despised how I kept expanding all my businesses, swallowing territories, and, unintentionally, his dreams and aspirations. The man was ambitious but clueless when it came to strategies. His wife, however, was the real mastermind, Serene’s sharp mind and sharp tongue often compensated for Matteo’s shortcomings, which was why he had begun sending her to negotiate with me instead of showing up himself. But I wasn’t fooled, Matteo might be the Alpha of his pack, but Serene secretly ran the show. The first time Serene walked into my office, she was all poised and professional. Her dark hair pinned back in a tight bun, her business suit sharp and modest. By our third meeting though, the suits had given way to dresses that hugged her thick figure, and her lipstick turned to a shade of red that was scandalous. I’ll admit it, she was a fine woman, confident and disarming. But some battles aren’t worth the fight, and laying a hand on another Alpha’s Luna is just a shortcut to war. Today, she had really outdone herself. She sat across from me in a dress so sleek and form hugging it left very little to the imagination. The slit up her thigh climbed dangerously high, and when she crossed her legs, she held my gaze with a small, knowing smirk. “So,” she began, her sugary tone smooth and persuasive, “what do you think about this land lease, Thorne? We need it for just five years. And in return, you’ll earn interest on every transaction made on it during that time. After the lease period ends, we’ll finalize the payment and the land will be ours.” Her voice was sweet as honey, carefully designed to lower a man’s defenses. But I wasn’t some teenage lovestruck fool. “Now why would I lease my land to a rival, Serene?” I countered her, my tone casual but firm. I leaned back in my chair as I watched her closely. “Your husband refuses to admit it, but he hates me and everything I stand for. He’s jealous of me, and it’s so painfully obvious.” I stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the immense expanse of my territory with pride. I didn’t need this deal, Matteo needed me, and not the other way around. “Jealousy is such an ugly word, Thorne,” Serene said behind me, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Let’s not reduce this to pettiness. This deal isn’t about personal feelings, it’s about making profit. So surely you’re not going to turn down a juicy opportunity just because Matteo bruised your ego one time or two.” I smirked, although she couldn’t see it. She was clever, I’d give her that. Her words were calculated to appeal to my pride, to bait me into taking the deal just to prove a point. Turning back to face her, I crossed my arms over my chest. “You seem really invested in this, Serene. So tell me, is this really Matteo’s idea, or are you the one driving this little scheme?” She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward toward me, her elbows resting on her dainty knees. The movement was deliberate, drawing attention to the curve of her neckline and her ample cleavage, then her voice dropped to a lower and more intimate tone. “Let’s just say Matteo and I share common goals, but I have my own personal ways of achieving them.” Her admission hung in the air like a loaded gun. I narrowed my eyes into slits, studying her. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that,” I said with amusement, moving back to my desk. I leaned against the edge, keeping my tone light. “But boldness without caution can be dangerous, Luna. You’re playing a very risky game.” “Am I?” she asked with an innocent smile, tilting her head. “Or are you just afraid you’ll lose?” Her words were meant to sting me, but I chuckled instead. “I don’t lose, Serene. That’s something your husband should’ve warned you about.” Her smile wavered for just a second, but she quickly recovered. “Then prove it. Take the deal and show Matteo that you’re the bigger Alpha, literally and figuratively.” I almost laughed at her audacity. “You think flattery will sway me? Try harder please.” Serene sighed and stood up smoothing the creased fabric of her dress. She walked over to my desk and stood just a few feet away. Her eyes met mine squarely, and for a moment, the air between us crackled with heavy tension. “Fine,” she said, her surgary voice soft. “If the deal isn’t enough to tempt you, then what exactly will it take, Thorne? Tell me, what do you really want?” Her words were a like challenge, she was daring me to break the unspoken rules we were dancing around. Before I could respond, an urgent knock at the door interrupted us. One of my guards entered, his expression was urgent. “Alpha Thorne, we have a situation.” I held up my hand to silence him, my eyes never leaving Serene’s. “I’m busy. Whatever it is, just handle it.” The guard hesitated. “It’s urgent, sir. There’s been… an incident near the northern border. And Alpha Matteo’s men are involved.” At the mention of Matteo’s name, Serene stiffened immediately. I straightened up, my instincts now on high alert. “What kind of incident?” The guard hesitated again, glancing at Serene as if he was unsure whether to speak in her presence. “Speak freely,” I commanded him. “There’s been a raid and several of our outposts were hit. Matteo’s men were spotted, but…” He trailed off again, looking uneasy. “But what?” I demanded impatiently. “They weren’t alone, Alpha. There’s another faction involved. It’s… unclear who’s leading them.” I glanced at Serene, whose face had gone pale. Her earlier confidence was gone, replaced by something close to fear. “Looks like Matteo isn’t contented with business rivalries anymore,” I said to her coldly. Serene opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, another guard burst into the room. “Alpha, we’ve captured a prisoner from the raid. They’re demanding to speak with you directly. They said… they have a message from Matteo.” My blood ran cold and my grip on the edge of the desk tightened, this wasn’t just business anymore. “Hold them in the woods, I’ll be there soon” I said, my voice heavy like steel. The guards nodded and left, leaving me alone again with Serene. “Well,” I said, turning to her with a sharp smile. “Looks like your husband is finally showing his hand. Shall we see what game he’s playing?” Her eyes met mine, and for the first time, I saw genuine panic in her face. The silence between us stretched on and on. I could tell she was trying to gauge me just as I was assessing her. “I’m going to ask you this once,” I said, my voice low, the words sharp. I swirled the wine in my glass, watching the red liquid spin as if it’s motion could help me focus. “Why are your husband’s wolves stalking my territory at night?” Selene didn’t flinch, her expression was unreadable. She leaned back in the chair, her posture perfect, as if she had no care in the world. I couldn’t decide if I admired her strength or hated it. “I have no idea, Thorne,” she answered, her voice cold, the words deliberate as she met my gaze, unwavering. “If my husband had any other plans, he certainly never shared them with me. My meeting with you was scheduled by him. If this is his way of getting you to kill me on his behalf, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Her words struck me like a cold breeze. I hadn’t expected her to speak so openly about Matteo. Was she testing me? Trying to see if I would take the bait? “And why would he want you dead?” I asked with an amused tone. “Let’s just say he doesn’t agree with my methods lately. Perhaps he feels threatened by my forwardness, or maybe he doesn’t know how to clip my wings,” she said, a smile curving her lips as she spoke. It was a smile of someone who knew their power, even in the face of danger. I hadn’t expected that answer, but I should have known. Serene had always been a woman of ambition, and with that ambition came the inevitable friction with Matteo’s less than visionary approach. “What do you think the prisoner may have to tell me?” I asked, shifting the conversation. My patience was wearing thin, but I needed to know about this prisoner. “Like I said, I have no idea. I swear,” she replied, her voice earnest, but I didn’t believe her for a second. I didn’t have time to waste on her anymore, and If she wasn’t going to be useful, then I’d have to find the answers elsewhere. My mind started racing. My hands tightened around the glass in my hand, the feeling of the smooth crystal against my palm only adding to my frustration. Before I could stop myself, I squeezed, feeling the glass break under my grip. The sharp shards dug into my skin, but I barely felt it. The pain didn’t register, not when there were more pressing matters at hand. Serene flinched, and her eyes widened in surprise. For a split second, I caught a glimpse of something in her, fear, maybe? Or was it something else? “Is it weird that I find that hot?” she asked, her voice tinged with a strange mixture of fascination and something darker. I stared at her, my expression unreadable. I wasn’t in the mood for games. I wasn’t even sure why she had said it, or if she genuinely meant it. I turned away from her, walking toward the door, not bothering to spare her another glance. “Keep an eye on her. She’s not going anywhere,” I ordered, my voice commanding. I didn’t need to look back to know that my guard would obey without question. I could feel her watching me, her chest rising and falling with nervous breaths, but I didn’t care. Outside the room, I found my Beta, Darius, waiting for me. “Darius,” I growled. “Where is the prisoner?” “He’s being held at the northern border, Alpha,” Darius answered, appearing from the shadows. “We’ve kept him there for you.” I nodded, not wasting any more time. Darius followed close behind, matching my pace. “What’s going on?” he asked in a low voice. “Matteo,” I muttered, my jaw tightening. “He’s playing something, I can feel it.” Darius didn’t respond immediately, as if weighing his words carefully. “What do you think he’s trying to pull?” “I don’t know yet,” I said, frustration bubbling under my skin. “But whatever it is, it’s not good. That meeting was too convenient. The way Serene tried to distance herself from it… she’s hiding something.” “And you think Matteo’s involved?” Darius asked, keeping his voice neutral. I turned to look at him, locking eyes. “I’m sure of it. The way he’s been looking at my territory, the way he tries to oneup me at every turn… This is no coincidence.” Darius nodded slowly, his brows furrowing in thought. “Do you think Serene knows more than she’s letting on?” “I know she does,” I snapped, my voice low but filled with certainty. “She’s playing a game with me, and I’ll make sure she knows she’s not in control. Matteo is just as much of a puzzle as she is, but I’ll figure it out.” When we reached the edge of the woods, I paused. I needed to know what the prisoner had to say, anything that might give me leverage over Matteo and Serene. My wolf stirred restlessly, eager to get this over with, but I needed to keep my wits about me. “Stay close,” I said, looking back at Darius. “This isn’t going to be a simple interrogation.” Darius nodded, eyes sharp. “Understood.” Without another word, I called on my wolf, feeling the shift ripple through me. My bones cracked and rearranged, fur growing where skin had been. Within seconds, I was in my full werewolf form, massive and powerful. The wind stirred the air around me, and I bounded into the woods with a single leap. Darius’s footsteps followed close behind, but I couldn’t afford to slow down for him. My wolf had taken over, and the chase was all consuming. The prisoner was somewhere deep in the woods, probably anticipating my arrival. The trees blurred around me as I ran, my paws hitting the ground with heavy thuds, my senses sharper than ever. Darius kept pace, but I was already far gone. Tonight, I wasn’t Alpha Thorne, the ruthless leader, I was a powerful wolf hunting for answers. And nothing would stop me from getting them.Ember‘s POV The young wolf at my feet lay still, his breaths shallow but steady, and i nudged him with my nose, taking in his scent. He wasn’t from the outsiders, at least, that much I was sure of. His fur was warm, soft, and smelled faintly of the earth, like he’d been hiding in the woods for hours. I bit down gently on the base of his neck, trying to lift him, but he was heavier than I expected. Too heavy for me to carry far. With no other choice, I began dragging him. My jaws ached from the effort, but I refused to let go. He was defenseless, and i needed to help him. Maybe it was the way he seemed so small, even in wolf form, or the quiet trust in the way he let me handle him. The snap of a twig froze me mid step. I dropped the young wolf and spun toward the sound, every muscle in my body tensed. The forest around us had gone unnaturally quiet. My ears twitched, searching for any hint of movement. Paws crunching leaves, faint but deliberate, my heart hammered in my chest, the i
Thorne’s POV As I ran through the woods by the northern border of my estate, the cold wind slicing through the trees, my thoughts raced faster than my paws. Matteo’s sudden interest in the borders of my land made little sense. Why now? And what role did Serene play in his schemes? She was cunning, far too cunning to be reduced to Matteo’s pawn, but her loyalties were as slippery as a rogue’s. Darius was close behind me, his gait steady despite the uneven terrain. I knew he had questions, he always did. But before I could focus on his unspoken concerns, something hit me, a scent so potent it froze me mid stride. I slowed, coming to an abrupt stop, my chest heaving. Darius caught up, looking confused. ‘What is it?’ he asked, but I barely heard him. The scent wrapped itself around me like a command, primal and impossible to ignore. My wolf surged forward, clawing at my restraint, driving me toward it. Electricity prickled under my skin, and before I knew it, I bolted, leaving Darius w
Third person pov Thorne staggered back into the mansion, the wound on his side still raw and bloody, the pain sharp enough to make him hiss with each step. His body was healing, but exhaustion slowed the process. His wolf was strong, but even he had limits, and tonight had pushed him close to breaking point. He grabbed a coat near the entrance, throwing it over his naked body as he shifted back to human, his movements stiff from the lingering pain. Darius followed closely behind, his expression grim as he took in Thorne’s state. “Alpha, let me summon the healers. You’re…” “No.” Thorne’s voice was sharp, cutting off any argument. “I’ll handle it. Leave me.” “But, Alpha…” “I don’t need to repeat myself, Darius,” Thorne growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. He pressed a hand to his side, feeling the sticky warmth of blood against his fingers. Darius hesitated, and tilted his head. “The guards lost the prisoner,” he said. “Overpowered by rogues. But we’re already sweeping
The hard point of her nipple in his mouth stiffened him, sending sparks of desire from his groin all over his body. The weight of her whole breast pressed against his face, blocking his nose and forcing him to attempt to breathe with his mouth, which was filled with saliva. Serene threw her head back and moaned as Thorne sucked and bit into her nipple viciously, grinding her hips in taunting motions on his growing member. His eyes burned red with excitement as he grunted and grabbed her hair with his left hand, pulling her closer to him, he couldn’t have enough. Her sweet coy scent invaded his brain, and he grabbed her soft ass and met her grinding with his own upward thrusts. He was naked under the coat, and he swiftly pushed it to the side, exposing his cock. Serene gasped as he pushed upwards and into her roughly, encountering no resistance as her pussy was already soaking wet from anticipation. His hot pulsing cock invaded her insides, making her exclaim; “Mmhmmh! Oh my god…
In the chill dark of the night, the servants lit spaced, controlled fires and sat around them in cliques, speaking in hushed tones. Kaya, Raphael, and Ember sat around a small fire of their own. Ember stared off into the night, deep in thought, conflicted about the turn of events. Finding a mate had once been the least of her worries, now it was at the forefront. And of all people, it had to be Alpha Thorne, a ruthless, evil man. She knew little about his connection to her family, only that her father had died by his hands during an altercation over pack territory. Her mother never spoke much about it, but the resentment she harbored for Thorne ran deep. She had planned her revenge through her children, Caden and Ember. Except Ember didn’t care for revenge, she just wanted to live far away from all the politics and power plays. Caden was still too young, but she saw how their mother groomed him, feeding him stories to stoke and increase his hatred for Thorne. What would she think no
The next morning, Ember slept in, and Kaya had to plead to carry out both of their duties to earn Ember some time off. The guards were strict, but on seeing Ember’s condition, they granted Kaya’s wish. Raphael was on watch duty in the far east of the border, running patrols in his wolf form, which left Kaya alone to handle the morning chores. It wasn’t unusual for Ember to shield her from trouble, so without her presence, Kaya felt exposed. But she had convinced herself she could manage as It was just a few hours, and if she kept her head down and worked quickly, she could manage unnoticed. She was quietly trimming the hedges near the training ground, the snapping of the shears blending into the far sound of men sparring, when the moment she dreaded arrived. A shadow fell over her, and before she could react, something yanked her backward with a sharp, burning pain in her scalp. A boot, heavy and deliberate, crushed her braid against the ground. The force made her head snap back, a
Back at Thorne’s mansion, the hallways buzzed with noisy activity, intruding on his sleep. He woke up groggily, and the first thing he did was scan his room for Serene. When he didn’t spot her, he sighed with relief and wiped a hand over his face in regret. He had just made a grave mistake. He fucked another Alpha’s Luna, twice. Twice! Unprotected. He groaned, rising from the bed. As he paced the room, his eyes landed on the recliner, where the deed was done. Rage surged in his chest, and he marched over to it, gripping it tightly before flinging it out of the window. Glass shattered, and rained down to the ground floor below. He heard shocked gasps from the staff and pack members who had witnessed the flying chair. ‘Mate’, his wolf groaned in his head. “Oh, give it a rest, will you?!” he hissed, his voice coated with disgust. “She is NOT worthy.” Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with emotion from the mate bond. All the feelings he had locked away the previous night, just to have hi
Against her will, Ember shivered, not from fear, but from the sheer proximity of Thorne. Her mouth felt frozen and her thoughts sluggish. All she could do was focus on his pale, handsome face. The dark stubble over his strong, sharp jaw testified to his ruthlessness. His biceps and toned body evident through his half buttoned shirt. The mate bond threatened to pull her toward him, her wolf chanting ‘Mate, mate, mate’ in her head. It took all her willpower not to throw herself at him. Shoving her attraction aside, she let anger take over instead. She scowled at him silently, meeting his gaze as she twisted her hands uncomfortably against the ropes. Thorne ran his eyes over her, cold and assessing, his expression tightening with a look of disgust. She looked every bit the lowly slave, wearing a dirty, baggy dress that hung off her slim frame. Her reddish-brown hair was a tangled mess around her face, her eyes sunken, revealing exhaustion and hunger. Patches of dried mud clung to her
Ember was taken aback.Did he just say… mate? To who?Her wolf snarled violently at the silver wolf as he took a tentative step toward her. Her sneer meant ‘watch it.’But the silver wolf did not stop, he kept moving forward in slow, deliberate steps, sniffing the air like it intoxicated him. When he came within biting distance, Ember snapped her jaws at him in warning, but with lightning fast speed, he struck her muzzle with his huge paw. Ember recovered immediately and latched onto his leg, biting down with force until she tasted blood.Anger flashed in the silver wolf’s red eyes, and he barked, swiping at her again, this time with more force, sending her rolling away from the carriage.As Ember stood up, she saw him sniffing the back of the carriage where Kaya and her mother lay unconscious. The moment she rushed at him, his voice came into her head again, assertive, with a hint of warning.‘Mate.’Ember approached the carriage cautiously, her wolf still bristling. The silver wol
The night wind was cold, biting into Ember’s skin as she rode in the back of the carriage with Kaya, Luna Zyrah, and Raphael, while Caden sat at the front. They had taken blankets along, draping them over the sleeping women to protect them from the harsh cold.Ember was silent, trying her best to ignore the ache of the mate bond. It took every bit of her self-control not to shift into her wolf form and run back into Thorne’s arms. She had thought she was ready to leave him, but her wolf wanted otherwise. She whined and pawed at the edges of Ember’s mind, resurfacing every time Ember pushed her back into her subconscious.Raphael noticed. He contemplated asking her about it but wasn’t sure she would want to talk, especially with her brother at the front, who was obviously annoyed with the arrangement. Then, seeing her discomfort, he asked anyway.“Are you okay?” Raphael peered at her with concern.“Yeah,” Ember responded softly, her eyes never leaving the direction of Thorne’s mansio
Ember stared at Thorne defiantly, her chest rising and falling with pemt up rage. She had already checked out mentally, and being forced to stay in a place she didn’t want to be in was going to be hell.Thorne met her gaze with the same intensity, then he said something that stunned her.“If you leave this territory, make sure you never come back. My guards will tear you apart if you so much as step a foot in.” His voice was icy. He meant it.Ember was at a loss for words. She had been ready to fight for her right to leave, not for him to cut her off completely. Before she could respond, Thorne waved a hand at his guards. They released Caden immediately, the chains clattering to the floor as he stood up, glaring at Thorne.“Let’s go get our mother, Ember,” Caden said, grabbing her arm and leading her out the door. Her gaze locked with Thorne’s until they stepped into the hallway, the mate bond thumping in her chest.Caden walked briskly, like he already knew where their mother was, he
Ember sat on her vanity, running a brush through her hair when she felt it, a sudden feeling of high alert. She peered around the room as though someone was hiding in the shadows, watching her.Before she could react to the sinking feeling in her chest, she heard a loud crash. It sounded like it came from Thorne’s wing. Maybe he was having a tantrum, who knew what had angered him this time. She was about to continue preparing for bed when she heard muffled snarls and more crashing.She stood up immediately, moving to her window. Some guards in the courtyard were racing into the mansion amidst the growling and crashing coming from Thorne’s room.The mate bond tugged at her, and before she knew it, she found herself running out of her room toward Thorne’s wing, her heart pounding, different scenarios playing in her head. What if they were under attack?Before she reached his door, more than five guards rushed ahead of her, storming inside to the sounds of shifting bodies, more growlin
Caden stealthily moved through the darkness, his footsteps light against the damp earth. The towering walls of Thorne’s estate loomed ahead, but he didn’t slow down. He had one goal, to put an end to the monster who had taken his mother captive.Matteo’s words rang in his head, “Thorne has her. If you want to save her, you know what to do.”His fingers curled into fists as he lept, gripping the rough stone of the wall. It wasn’t easy, but years of training made it possible. He scaled it swiftly, dropping onto the other side without a sound. The mansion was ahead, bathed in soft moonlight, and he could see the large balcony that led straight to Thorne’s bedroom.Caden took his time getting there, making sure no guards were in sight. When he reached the balcony, he tested the glass door. It was locked.No problem.He pulled a small blade from his pocket, he wedged it into the gap between the door and the frame, twisting until he heard a soft click. The lock gave wa
Ember sat by Kaya’s side in the pack clinic, running her fingers through her short blond hair. Kaya had never spoken about it outright, but Ember knew how attached she had been to her hair. It was the one thing that made Kaya feel unique in a world of fantasy and powerful beings, it had made her feel special and distinguished. Long and thick enough to turn heads, it shone in the sun like it had a life of its own.And Darius had ruthlessly taken it from her. Ember scowled at the thought of him, barely containing her anger. She couldn’t wait to witness his end. He was going to pay for his crimes against her family, people like him always got their karma in the end.Kaya’s fingers twitched slightly, drawing Ember closer to the bed.“I’m here. You’re okay,” Ember whispered, tracing the side of her face. “Wake up soon so you can recover and become a wolf like your parents always wanted.”Ember thought about what the nurse had said and couldn’t understand why Kaya, or anyone, for that matte
Caden walked into Alpha Matteo’s office. The space was grand, filled with sculptures and plaques, reflecting Matteo’s obsession with making an impression. He had been training relentlessly every day, honing his stealth and fighting skills, waiting for the day Matteo would summon him with the news he so desperately wanted to hear, the mission on Thorne. Although he itched to march down to Thorne’s territory and engage him in battle to avenge his father, he respected Matteo’s decision to observe the coast first. Matteo was seated in his black, plush office chair, a thick, lit cigar in hand. As he heard Caden enter, he turned his head to regard him but burst into a coughing fit, the smoke evidently getting into his lungs. “Alpha,” Caden said, bowing in respect. “Caden, boy,” Matteo rasped in the middle of his coughing fit. Caden waited patiently as Matteo grabbed his cup of whiskey, downing it in one loud gulp to soothe his throat. “I’ve seen you training tirelessly, boy,” Matteo sai
Warning: This content contains mature themes and material intended for adult audiences. Viewer/reader discretion is advised. “Where the hell have you been?” Serene asked, her voice barely containing her anger. “You left me all alone in this wretched place for three days!” Darius didn’t respond. He walked into the inn room, brushing past Serene, who was holding the door open. “Well?!” she yelled again, following him with her arms crossed over her chest. “You’re disgusted by me, aren’t you? So I thought to give you some space. And I needed the air,” Darius said flatly. He took off his shirt, the fabric soiled with grime and mud. “You were taking air for three days?!” Darius ignored her. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Serene stomped over and tried to open it, but he had bolted it from inside. “Open the damned door, Darius!” she screamed, pounding her fists against the wood. “Ugh!” she yelled in frustration. Inside the bathroom, Darius sighed as he washed himself. W
Thorne drafted out the notice in his office. It was to be delivered to the soldiers quarters concerning his need for a new beta. A date would be set, and all the interested wolves would attend, sparring against each other until the winners from each group competed for a chance to be trained personally by him. Then he would choose a beta from them within a month after judging their skills in combat and delegated leadership. After penning down the last sentence and stamping the document, he sighed, having accomplished that task. “Jameson,” he called, and his office door opened as one of his guards answered. The guard marched toward his outstretched hand and bowed sharply before taking the envelope. “Deliver this to the Captain of the Guard. I expect the preparations to commence as soon as possible.” “Yes, Alpha,” Jameson said, bowing again before leaving the office. Thorne sighed again. There was only one name on his mind. Ember. But he wasn’t ready. Not yet. He wasn’t ready for