Captured by the Alpha
The scent of pine and wet ground filled Lena Carter’s lungs as she ran. She stepped on broken twigs, and the cold wind hurt her skin. She turned around and left. She did not need to. More and more screams could be heard.
Faster. Move.
Her wolf encouraged her to keep going, but she was too tired to follow. She had been running for hours, and her body was worn out. They found her. After years of hiding, Shadowmoor's guards had finally found her. They were now going after her like an animal.
A branch cut her cheek. She barely moved. She could hear them now—at least four wolves closing in, their paws hitting the ground in the forest. Her heart pounded. Her only chance was to reach the river. If she could get to the water, she might be able to mask her scent and throw them off.
She leapt over a fallen tree
She felt a lot of pain in her head. She was hit from behind by something that knocked the air out of her lungs. She hit the wet ground hard and rolled around a lot before stopping.
Her vision blurred, but she forced herself to move. A low growl rumbled from behind her.
“Don’t even think about it,” said a deep, dangerous, commanding male voice.
Lena froze, her breath worn out. Slowly, she turned her head.
A man stood above her, his golden eyes glowing in the moonlight. Dark hair, sharp features, broad shoulders wrapped in black. She knew who he was even when he was not in wolf form.
Alpha Damian Thorn.
Her stomach turned. He was the only one who could have caught her.
He spoke in a low, steady voice, "Lena Carter. You have been a very tricky criminal to catch."
She clenched her jaw and braced herself with her arms. “Well, I like to keep things interesting.”
His gaze darkened. “You crossed into my land.”
“I was just passing through.”
“You’re lying,” Damian said.
She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, more footsteps came up behind her. A man with dark blond hair and a cocky grin stopped beside Damian. Elliot Grey, who is his Beta.
Elliot thought, "She does not look like much of a danger." "Are you sure she is the bad guy we have been tracking?"
Lena glared. “If you let me go, I promise I won’t bother you again.”
Damian’s expression didn’t change. “Not a choice.”
Lena tensed up. “I see; I think we have a problem.”
Before they could react, she moved. With a burst of energy, she twisted and kicked out, aiming for Elliot. He stumbled back, cursing, but Damian was faster. His hand shot out, grabbing her by the throat, pinning her back down to the ground.
His grip was strong and secure, but it also showed gentleness and kindness.
He said in a cold voice, "I do not have time for this." "You are coming with me."
Lena's heart was racing. "What if I refuse?"
Damian curled his lips into the tiniest bit of a smile. "Then I will make you."
She had a wolf inside her that growled, but she forced herself to stay still. Fighting did not help. Not against an Alpha as strong as this one.
Damian studied her for a moment before releasing her throat. “Elliot, take her back to the packhouse.”
Elliot sighed. "Why is it that I constantly find myself in the position of having to keep an eye on others? It seems like I'm always responsible for watching out for those around me.?"
He grabbed Lena's arm and pulled her to her feet. She scowled. She kept her balance even though her legs were shaking because she did not want to look weak.
“Try anything,” Elliot warned, “and I’ll shift right here and drag you by your scruff.”
She rolled her eyes. “Charming.”
Damian walked forward with confidence, choosing to avoid both of them on purpose. Lena's mind was a mess; she had been trying for years to stay away from packs and him in particular. She could not stand the thought of being caught in this position. She could not let this happen at all. Nobody could make her. She had to find a way to stop it from happening, no matter how hard it was.
Then it hit her.
The scent.
His scent.
She froze in her tracks. Her body responded naturally to the strong presence that was all around her. She felt a deep awareness that turned the energy around her into a force she could feel. It was impossible to miss the smell in the air—it was so strong and earthy that only her wolf could really understand and analyze all of its many layers. It hit her like a tsunami wave and was so strong that it threw off all of her senses and made her mind spin.
At that very moment, understanding hit her like a freight train, slamming through her feelings and thoughts with such force that she could not move. Her heart started beating so fast she could not stop it. Each beat was a frantic reminder of the strong connection she felt with the source of that enticing smell. She felt like the air around her was charged with an electric truth. It was a connection she could no longer deny or ignore. As the atmosphere got thicker, it became heavy with clarity, pushing her to see what was just below the top of her mind.
She whispered to herself, "No. No, no, no. This shouldn’t be happening."
Damian stopped walking. Slowly, he turned his head, golden eyes locking onto her with sudden intensity. She saw it in his gaze.
He had scented it, too.
His expression darkened, jaw clenching tight.
Lena barely breathed as two words left his lips, cold and sharp as steel.
“You’re mine.”
Lena worked hard to keep a calm face. She felt panicked, but she would not let it show. She really did not want to be paired up with an Alpha - this Alpha.
Elliot let out a low whistle. “Well, this just got interesting.”
“Shut up,” Damian snapped, his eyes still locked onto Lena’s.
Lena yanked her arm from Elliot’s grip. “I am not yours.”
Damian took a step closer. The mate bond pulsed between them, thick with tension. “Deny it all you want, but you felt it too.”
Lena's wolf moved, going back and forth between instinct and resistance. She had always been free and never felt like she belonged to anyone. Now she was tied to the strongest Alpha in the area by fate?
No. She wouldn’t accept it.
She forced a smile, crossing her arms. “Too bad. I don’t do mates.”
Damian’s jaw ticked. "This does not work that way."
Lena replied, “Then let me make it clear—I’d rather chew off my leg than be tied to you.”
There was silence.
Then Elliot let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, I like her.”
Damian did not even blink an eye. His wolf was hiding below the surface and was about to get out of hand. "You have no choice."
Lena stepped forward, standing toe-to-toe with him. “Neither do you.”
A challenge. A promise.
And just like that, war was declared.
The Alpha’s PrisonerLena knew she was in trouble as soon as they got to the Shadowmoor packhouse.The building loomed before her—massive, built from dark stone and timber, its walls whispering of old power. A long set of stairs led to the grand entrance, where two guards stood watch. Their sharp eyes locked onto her the moment she arrived, their expressions unreadable.Elliot tightened his grip on her arm as they ascended the steps. “Behave, little criminal.”Lena gave him a mean look but said nothing. Her mind was racing, trying to piece together an escape. This wasn’t just any pack—Shadowmoor was one of the strongest in the region. Damian Thorn was not only a ruthless Alpha but also an unforgiving leader. And now, he was her mate.No. She refused to accept it.The heavy doors swung open, revealing a grand hall lined with warriors and pack members. They all turned to watch her, whispering among themselves. Some looked curious. Others are careful. A few seemed outright hostile.A wom
The Alpha’s PropositionLena did not sleep much. The cold of the dungeon got into her bones, and the thin cot did not warm her up much. But she could not sleep because of him, not because she was uncomfortable.Damian.His words haunted her, tangled with the primal pull of their mate bond. I don’t want a mate. His rejection should have been a relief. Still, it hurt more than she wanted to say.She jumped up when she heard a sharp clanking sound.The dungeon door swung open, revealing Damian standing there, his golden eyes closed. Two guards stood on either side of him, their expressions neutral, but their presence was an unspoken warning.“Come,” Damian ordered.Lena didn’t move. “To Where?”He exhaled, impatient. “You’ll eat. Then we talk.”Her stomach turned. She did not know why she should trust him, but she had to. She could not get acne if she was not fed. As the guards moved out of the way, she forced herself to stand up and squared her shoulders. Damian turned around and led he
Escape or AllianceLena lay awake in the small room they gave her and stared at the ceiling made of wood. The jail was better than the dungeon, but it was still a prison. Damian gave her some time to decide, but she already knew she could not stay. Now she would be stuck in a new way if she agreed to his plan. She would be tied to the Alpha and his war. If she said no, he would never let her go.There must be a different way.She had a lot of ideas, and each one was more risky than the last. It was not easy to get out of Shadowmoor. It was a fortress surrounded by dangerous land and guarded by trained soldiers. But she had learned how to get out of tough spots before.She sat up when there was a light knock on the door. As he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, Elliot smiled at her.He said, "You look like an animal in a cage."Lena's eyes got narrow. "What do you want from me?""I might want to help you."She laughed. "Why would you do that?"He cocked his head. "Becaus
A Deal with the AlphaAs Lena looked into Damian's golden eyes, her breath came in short, sharp bursts. What he said hit her hard in the chest and made her question everything she thought she knew. Stay. Fight with me. It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t a demand. It was a deal.She wasn’t sure what she had expected after agreeing to stay, but she should have known that trust wasn’t earned overnight. The warriors watched her like she was a caged animal, and the pack members whispered behind her back. She ignored them, focusing instead on the task at hand.But was it one she could accept?Damian wasted no time. That morning, he summoned her to the war room again. The air was thick with tension as she stepped inside, meeting his golden gaze.“You wanted a say,” he said. “Here’s your chance.”She crossed her arms, eyeing the map spread across the table. Rogue activity had increased. The northern borders were under constant attack, and even Damian’s warriors were struggling to hold the line.
Strategy and ShadowsAfter deciding to stay, Lena was not sure what she had anticipated, but she should have realised that trust was not something that was gained quickly. The pack members murmured behind her back while the warriors observed her like an animal in a cage. She chose to ignore them and concentrate on the current assignment.Damian did not waste any time. He called her back to the war room that morning. As she entered and saw his golden eyes, the tension in the air was palpable.He remarked, "You wanted a say." "This is your opportunity."Eyeing the map that was laid out on the table, she crossed her arms. There was more rogue activity. Even Damian's warriors were having difficulty holding the line as the northern borders were constantly being attacked.On the map, Lena tapped a point. "They are going to hit here next."Standing next to Damian, Elliot scowled. "How do you know for sure?""Because I understand their thought process," Lena answered. They do not go straight
The Initial ConflictThe warning horns sounded across the camp just as the sun was about to rise. Lena had already woken up and was looking around the thick woodland from the northern watchtower. Between the woods, shadows moved more quickly than any human could.Here were the outlaws.She snatched up the rope ladder and slid quickly down, her boots slamming against the floor. The warriors were rushing to their posts. Already in the war room, Damian gave commands with the assurance of a commander who has witnessed innumerable conflicts.Lena rushed into the room and declared, "They are coming in from the north." "Just as I predicted they would."With no surprise at all, Damian nodded. "Let us make sure they regret it after that."Leaning over the chart, Elliot traced a route with his finger. "We can drive them into the valley, where they will not have any cover, if we cut them off here."Lena gave a headshake. "No, that is just what they desire. They anticipate an ambush, so they want
Hidden SecretsThe pack was on edge from the battle's aftermath. Even though they had won, the rogues had made it clear that they had no intention of giving up. Tension hovered in the air like a storm waiting to break, yet the warriors intensified their efforts and strengthened defences.Lena had a nagging suspicion that things was not quite right. Although the rogues had launched a fierce onslaught, their withdrawal was too well-managed. They had a leader who understood strategy, so they were not just dumb brutes.That implied that they will return.She trained the scouting teams over the course of the following few days, teaching them how to move covertly and identify threats before they materialised. She was aware that some of them still had doubts about her, but she did not give a damn. It was one thing to prove herself to Damian, but quite another to prove herself to them.But Jace seems to have grown fond of her. He even sparred with her during training sessions and showed her s
The Binding TiesThe following morning was gloomy and tense. The entire camp was bathed in a gloomy grey as the clouds above grew with the promise of rain. Lena moved robotically, correcting a warrior's stance, assisting with drills, and nodding briefly when someone talked to her, but her thoughts were not at all there.She was troubled by Kieran's remarks.Lena noticed Damian talking softly to Elliot and Jace by the main firepit after the training was over. She became tense at their solemn looks and hushed voices. She thought about coming closer, but changed her mind and turned to face the camp's edge.The woodland called her back to the place where her world had fallen apart the previous evening, looming like a black curtain."Are you running away again?"Lena turned to see Jace with his arms folded and leaning against a tree. His typical playfulness was gone from his smirk."Just pondering," she remarked."That is what you have been doing a lot lately." His eyes grew softer. "What
The Binding TiesThe following morning was gloomy and tense. The entire camp was bathed in a gloomy grey as the clouds above grew with the promise of rain. Lena moved robotically, correcting a warrior's stance, assisting with drills, and nodding briefly when someone talked to her, but her thoughts were not at all there.She was troubled by Kieran's remarks.Lena noticed Damian talking softly to Elliot and Jace by the main firepit after the training was over. She became tense at their solemn looks and hushed voices. She thought about coming closer, but changed her mind and turned to face the camp's edge.The woodland called her back to the place where her world had fallen apart the previous evening, looming like a black curtain."Are you running away again?"Lena turned to see Jace with his arms folded and leaning against a tree. His typical playfulness was gone from his smirk."Just pondering," she remarked."That is what you have been doing a lot lately." His eyes grew softer. "What
Hidden SecretsThe pack was on edge from the battle's aftermath. Even though they had won, the rogues had made it clear that they had no intention of giving up. Tension hovered in the air like a storm waiting to break, yet the warriors intensified their efforts and strengthened defences.Lena had a nagging suspicion that things was not quite right. Although the rogues had launched a fierce onslaught, their withdrawal was too well-managed. They had a leader who understood strategy, so they were not just dumb brutes.That implied that they will return.She trained the scouting teams over the course of the following few days, teaching them how to move covertly and identify threats before they materialised. She was aware that some of them still had doubts about her, but she did not give a damn. It was one thing to prove herself to Damian, but quite another to prove herself to them.But Jace seems to have grown fond of her. He even sparred with her during training sessions and showed her s
The Initial ConflictThe warning horns sounded across the camp just as the sun was about to rise. Lena had already woken up and was looking around the thick woodland from the northern watchtower. Between the woods, shadows moved more quickly than any human could.Here were the outlaws.She snatched up the rope ladder and slid quickly down, her boots slamming against the floor. The warriors were rushing to their posts. Already in the war room, Damian gave commands with the assurance of a commander who has witnessed innumerable conflicts.Lena rushed into the room and declared, "They are coming in from the north." "Just as I predicted they would."With no surprise at all, Damian nodded. "Let us make sure they regret it after that."Leaning over the chart, Elliot traced a route with his finger. "We can drive them into the valley, where they will not have any cover, if we cut them off here."Lena gave a headshake. "No, that is just what they desire. They anticipate an ambush, so they want
Strategy and ShadowsAfter deciding to stay, Lena was not sure what she had anticipated, but she should have realised that trust was not something that was gained quickly. The pack members murmured behind her back while the warriors observed her like an animal in a cage. She chose to ignore them and concentrate on the current assignment.Damian did not waste any time. He called her back to the war room that morning. As she entered and saw his golden eyes, the tension in the air was palpable.He remarked, "You wanted a say." "This is your opportunity."Eyeing the map that was laid out on the table, she crossed her arms. There was more rogue activity. Even Damian's warriors were having difficulty holding the line as the northern borders were constantly being attacked.On the map, Lena tapped a point. "They are going to hit here next."Standing next to Damian, Elliot scowled. "How do you know for sure?""Because I understand their thought process," Lena answered. They do not go straight
A Deal with the AlphaAs Lena looked into Damian's golden eyes, her breath came in short, sharp bursts. What he said hit her hard in the chest and made her question everything she thought she knew. Stay. Fight with me. It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t a demand. It was a deal.She wasn’t sure what she had expected after agreeing to stay, but she should have known that trust wasn’t earned overnight. The warriors watched her like she was a caged animal, and the pack members whispered behind her back. She ignored them, focusing instead on the task at hand.But was it one she could accept?Damian wasted no time. That morning, he summoned her to the war room again. The air was thick with tension as she stepped inside, meeting his golden gaze.“You wanted a say,” he said. “Here’s your chance.”She crossed her arms, eyeing the map spread across the table. Rogue activity had increased. The northern borders were under constant attack, and even Damian’s warriors were struggling to hold the line.
Escape or AllianceLena lay awake in the small room they gave her and stared at the ceiling made of wood. The jail was better than the dungeon, but it was still a prison. Damian gave her some time to decide, but she already knew she could not stay. Now she would be stuck in a new way if she agreed to his plan. She would be tied to the Alpha and his war. If she said no, he would never let her go.There must be a different way.She had a lot of ideas, and each one was more risky than the last. It was not easy to get out of Shadowmoor. It was a fortress surrounded by dangerous land and guarded by trained soldiers. But she had learned how to get out of tough spots before.She sat up when there was a light knock on the door. As he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, Elliot smiled at her.He said, "You look like an animal in a cage."Lena's eyes got narrow. "What do you want from me?""I might want to help you."She laughed. "Why would you do that?"He cocked his head. "Becaus
The Alpha’s PropositionLena did not sleep much. The cold of the dungeon got into her bones, and the thin cot did not warm her up much. But she could not sleep because of him, not because she was uncomfortable.Damian.His words haunted her, tangled with the primal pull of their mate bond. I don’t want a mate. His rejection should have been a relief. Still, it hurt more than she wanted to say.She jumped up when she heard a sharp clanking sound.The dungeon door swung open, revealing Damian standing there, his golden eyes closed. Two guards stood on either side of him, their expressions neutral, but their presence was an unspoken warning.“Come,” Damian ordered.Lena didn’t move. “To Where?”He exhaled, impatient. “You’ll eat. Then we talk.”Her stomach turned. She did not know why she should trust him, but she had to. She could not get acne if she was not fed. As the guards moved out of the way, she forced herself to stand up and squared her shoulders. Damian turned around and led he
The Alpha’s PrisonerLena knew she was in trouble as soon as they got to the Shadowmoor packhouse.The building loomed before her—massive, built from dark stone and timber, its walls whispering of old power. A long set of stairs led to the grand entrance, where two guards stood watch. Their sharp eyes locked onto her the moment she arrived, their expressions unreadable.Elliot tightened his grip on her arm as they ascended the steps. “Behave, little criminal.”Lena gave him a mean look but said nothing. Her mind was racing, trying to piece together an escape. This wasn’t just any pack—Shadowmoor was one of the strongest in the region. Damian Thorn was not only a ruthless Alpha but also an unforgiving leader. And now, he was her mate.No. She refused to accept it.The heavy doors swung open, revealing a grand hall lined with warriors and pack members. They all turned to watch her, whispering among themselves. Some looked curious. Others are careful. A few seemed outright hostile.A wom
Captured by the AlphaThe scent of pine and wet ground filled Lena Carter’s lungs as she ran. She stepped on broken twigs, and the cold wind hurt her skin. She turned around and left. She did not need to. More and more screams could be heard.Faster. Move.Her wolf encouraged her to keep going, but she was too tired to follow. She had been running for hours, and her body was worn out. They found her. After years of hiding, Shadowmoor's guards had finally found her. They were now going after her like an animal.A branch cut her cheek. She barely moved. She could hear them now—at least four wolves closing in, their paws hitting the ground in the forest. Her heart pounded. Her only chance was to reach the river. If she could get to the water, she might be able to mask her scent and throw them off.She leapt over a fallen treeShe felt a lot of pain in her head. She was hit from behind by something that knocked the air out of her lungs. She hit the wet ground hard and rolled around a lot