Kael’s Point Of ViewI hated everything about this place. The cracked sand beneath my boots. The cold air that clung to my skin. The scent of sweat, blood, and dominance that filled the training ground like poison.Every morning, I woke up with the same dread sitting heavy in my chest, another day of being pushed to my breaking point. Another day of being reminded that I didn’t belong here. That I was weak. Useless. That my wolf hadn’t stirred a single damn day in my life.I wasn’t a warrior. I never wanted to be one. I had been sentenced to this life. Forced into a camp of snarling, muscle-clad beasts who looked at me like I was already half-dead. And most days, I felt it. Like I was barely clinging on.But today… was different.Only slightly.Only because of her.Alina.Just thinking her name was enough to keep my legs moving when every part of me screamed to collapse. She had written again yesterday, words I’d read at least a dozen times since. They echoed in my mind, soft and stea
Kael’s Point Of ViewDarkness surrounded me like a second skin. My body ached in places I didn’t know I could feel pain. Every muscle throbbed, every breath hurt, and even blinking felt like a task. But it wasn’t the pain that kept me from sleeping, it was the silence. The quiet absence of Mira’s knock. The missing letter from Alina. The strange, brutal ambush from my trainer. None of it made sense.And I knew better than to believe that anything was a coincidence in Iron Fang.The moment I heard footsteps down the hallway, I quickly lay perfectly still on my cot, eyes half-lidded, body limp on the cot, pretending I was still unconscious. My breathing was shallow, even, measured—like someone teetering between sleep and death.Then I heard the door creak open.Footsteps entered. Two sets… no, three. Heavy, slow, cautious.I kept my breathing steady.“Still out cold,” one voice muttered. Karrik.The head warrior.I knew his tone… always flat, always cold. But now, there was something el
Alpha Thorne’s POVThe dim glow of the hearth cast flickering shadows across the stone walls of my chamber. The room reeked of aged whiskey, a testament to the countless bottles I'd consumed in a futile attempt to drown my mounting frustrations. Each sip burned my throat, but it was a mere whisper compared to the inferno raging within me.Alina.The mere thought of her name sent a surge of possessive anger coursing through my veins. She was mine… my breeder, my property. I bought her… Yet, she dared to defy me, to resist the bond I wanted to create with her. And all because of that insipid weakling I was forced to call my son. The very notion made my grip tighten around the crystal tumbler, the glass threatening to shatter under the pressure.I slammed the empty glass onto the mahogany table, the sharp sound echoing through the chamber. The room spun slightly… a consequence of the alcohol but my resolve was clear. Tonight, I would claim what was rightfully mine before I lose out on th
Alpha Thorne’s Point Of ViewThe sun had barely begun to rise when a sharp knock rattled my door.“Alpha,” a guard’s voice called from the other side. “Gaius has arrived. He’s waiting for you in the throne room.”I sat up instantly, my head still heavy from last night’s indulgence. My temples throbbed from the wine, but the news sobered me enough to shake off the fog. Gaius. Finally, Perhaps now I’d get some answers about what the hell happened last night… that infernal pain when I tried to claim Alina. It was unlike the first time.. This time it felt like an invisible force that seared into my very bones and flung me back like I was some damn pup. Something was wrong with this prophecy. It had to be.I threw on a robe, my steps hurried and impatient as I made my way down the long halls of the pack house. Servants scattered as I passed, lowering their eyes and scurrying out of the way like frightened rats. Good. They should be afraid. They knew I was never in the mood for niceties.T
Alina’s Point of View~~Sixteen Years Ago~~The sun hung lazily in the afternoon sky, casting golden light over the courtyard. The scent of fresh earth mixed with the lavender bushes that bordered the space, filling the air with a calming fragrance. I sat cross-legged on a small wooden stool, struggling to knit a tiny sweater.“Mama, look!” I giggled, holding up the uneven fabric. The stitches were lopsided, the pattern a mess, but I was proud.Luna Arlene, my mother, smiled warmly, her silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she reached for my creation. “Oh, my sweet Alina,” she chuckled, gently smoothing the fabric. “It’s… unique.”I beamed. “I made it for Damien, Caleb, Eli, and me! So we match!”She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re always trying to include them, aren’t you?”Before I could answer, a sharp howl split the air.Panic erupted.The peaceful afternoon turned to chaos as warriors rushed past us, swords gleaming under the sun. My mother was suddenly on her f
Alina’s Point of ViewI never expected to be anything but invisible. The shadow in the corner. The one who worked, cleaned, and silently endured whatever the pack threw my way. If I could just keep my head down, maybe they'd forget I existed, maybe they'd stop reminding me of how much of a burden I was.But today… today was different.I walked through the pack house, as I always did with my head down, hands moving instinctively as I wiped down tables, swept floors, tidied up rooms. No one ever saw me, but I had become adept at it. People in the pack had long since stopped looking at me. I wasn’t the daughter of the Alpha, I wasn’t even a daughter to them. I was just… there.The weight of my life had settled around me like a second skin, heavy but familiar. But that all came crashing down when I was called to Papa’s office.I froze in the hallway when the summons came. It was a rare occurrence… Papa didn’t bother with me unless he had something unpleasant to say or he needed someone to
Alina's Point of ViewThe air felt heavy around me as I crossed the threshold of the Iron Fang Pack’s territory. Each step on the cold, hard ground sent tremors through me, my feet unsteady, my heart sinking deeper into my chest with every inch. I had been here for hours now, but the land still felt foreign, thick with an energy that twisted my stomach into knots.The towering trees cast long, menacing shadows across the path ahead, their branches reaching out like skeletal hands trying to pull me into the darkness. It was as if the very earth beneath my feet was alive with a hunger, and I was its prey. I had been summoned, but that was the only thing that had been certain in all this. I wasn't walking into a marriage; I was walking into a nightmare.My breath came out in shallow gasps as we passed the warriors of the pack, tall, fierce men who didn’t even spare me a glance. But it wasn’t out of respect; it was because I was nothing to them. Just a girl, no different from the animals
Alina’s Point of View A deep, guttural snarl ripped through the air, and before I could even process what was happening, Alpha Thorne was off me, his massive frame turning toward the intruder. My body sagged in relief for just a moment, my lungs gasping for air that had felt stolen from me. But the relief was short-lived. I barely had time to register the tension between them before Alpha Thorne moved with the speed of a predator, his fist slamming into the stranger with such force that the man staggered back, hitting the stone wall with a dull thud. The impact sent a sickening jolt through my own body, even though it wasn’t me who had taken the hit. "Fucking weakling!" Alpha Thorne bellowed, his voice dripping with disgust. His presence was like a storm, suffocating the entire room with his fury. The stranger wiped at his lip where blood had started to pool, his expression unreadable. He didn’t strike back. He just stood there, silent, his chest rising and falling steadily as if
Alpha Thorne’s Point Of ViewThe sun had barely begun to rise when a sharp knock rattled my door.“Alpha,” a guard’s voice called from the other side. “Gaius has arrived. He’s waiting for you in the throne room.”I sat up instantly, my head still heavy from last night’s indulgence. My temples throbbed from the wine, but the news sobered me enough to shake off the fog. Gaius. Finally, Perhaps now I’d get some answers about what the hell happened last night… that infernal pain when I tried to claim Alina. It was unlike the first time.. This time it felt like an invisible force that seared into my very bones and flung me back like I was some damn pup. Something was wrong with this prophecy. It had to be.I threw on a robe, my steps hurried and impatient as I made my way down the long halls of the pack house. Servants scattered as I passed, lowering their eyes and scurrying out of the way like frightened rats. Good. They should be afraid. They knew I was never in the mood for niceties.T
Alpha Thorne’s POVThe dim glow of the hearth cast flickering shadows across the stone walls of my chamber. The room reeked of aged whiskey, a testament to the countless bottles I'd consumed in a futile attempt to drown my mounting frustrations. Each sip burned my throat, but it was a mere whisper compared to the inferno raging within me.Alina.The mere thought of her name sent a surge of possessive anger coursing through my veins. She was mine… my breeder, my property. I bought her… Yet, she dared to defy me, to resist the bond I wanted to create with her. And all because of that insipid weakling I was forced to call my son. The very notion made my grip tighten around the crystal tumbler, the glass threatening to shatter under the pressure.I slammed the empty glass onto the mahogany table, the sharp sound echoing through the chamber. The room spun slightly… a consequence of the alcohol but my resolve was clear. Tonight, I would claim what was rightfully mine before I lose out on th
Kael’s Point Of ViewDarkness surrounded me like a second skin. My body ached in places I didn’t know I could feel pain. Every muscle throbbed, every breath hurt, and even blinking felt like a task. But it wasn’t the pain that kept me from sleeping, it was the silence. The quiet absence of Mira’s knock. The missing letter from Alina. The strange, brutal ambush from my trainer. None of it made sense.And I knew better than to believe that anything was a coincidence in Iron Fang.The moment I heard footsteps down the hallway, I quickly lay perfectly still on my cot, eyes half-lidded, body limp on the cot, pretending I was still unconscious. My breathing was shallow, even, measured—like someone teetering between sleep and death.Then I heard the door creak open.Footsteps entered. Two sets… no, three. Heavy, slow, cautious.I kept my breathing steady.“Still out cold,” one voice muttered. Karrik.The head warrior.I knew his tone… always flat, always cold. But now, there was something el
Kael’s Point Of ViewI hated everything about this place. The cracked sand beneath my boots. The cold air that clung to my skin. The scent of sweat, blood, and dominance that filled the training ground like poison.Every morning, I woke up with the same dread sitting heavy in my chest, another day of being pushed to my breaking point. Another day of being reminded that I didn’t belong here. That I was weak. Useless. That my wolf hadn’t stirred a single damn day in my life.I wasn’t a warrior. I never wanted to be one. I had been sentenced to this life. Forced into a camp of snarling, muscle-clad beasts who looked at me like I was already half-dead. And most days, I felt it. Like I was barely clinging on.But today… was different.Only slightly.Only because of her.Alina.Just thinking her name was enough to keep my legs moving when every part of me screamed to collapse. She had written again yesterday, words I’d read at least a dozen times since. They echoed in my mind, soft and stea
Alina’s Point Of View The sun had risen hours ago, yet Mira still hadn’t shown up.At first, I thought maybe she’d been caught up in her chores or reassigned temporarily… Alpha Thorne's schedule could be unpredictable, and so could his moods. But as the day dragged on and every ticking second turned to an agonizing minute, the unease began to fester inside me like rot.Mira was never late. Never.She’d been my only ally in this hell disguised as a home. The only one who’d whisper a kind word or risk sneaking in stolen parchment and ink for me to write letters I shouldn’t be writing. And now nothing.I pace the length of my room for what feels like the hundredth time, chewing on the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. Something’s wrong. I can feel it in my bones.My feet carry me into the hallway before I even realize what I’m doing. I stop every servant I pass, forcing my voice to remain calm when I ask, “Have you seen Mira today?” Each of them shakes their head, mumbling a confu
Alpha Thorne's Point Of ViewSomething is definitely off.I can feel it like a thorn lodged beneath my skin, an itch I can’t quite reach. Alina is hiding something. The thought gnaws at me, sinking its claws into my mind, refusing to let go.I stand in my private chamber, gazing out over the training grounds where my warriors drill relentlessly under the morning sun. The rhythmic clashing of steel echoes in the distance, but my thoughts remain fixed on Alina. That damned letter.She had torn it to shreds before I could reach for it and read it, her fear barely masked behind those defiant eyes. If it was a letter to her family, she wouldn’t have reacted so desperately. There was no way she'd be writing to them and even if she was, her family sold her to me for mere protection; they obviously had no love for her, no reason to care about her well-being and she knew this, so the odds of the letter being for her family was a zero. What, then, was so important that she would rather destroy
~~Alina's~~The moment the door slams shut, my body sags with relief. My breath rushes out in a shaky exhale, my heart still hammering from the encounter. I press a trembling hand to my throat, wincing at the tenderness there. Thorne’s grip had left more than just bruises… it had left a clear warning. What would be the consequences if he ever finds out about us?.I glance at the torn scraps of paper scattered across the floor, my unfinished letter reduced to worthless fragments. It had taken me almost an hour crafting those words, I was at the end of the letter before he had almost caught me. If he had read those words I so passionately wrote, if he had discovered my connection with Kael…. A shudder rolls through me.I can’t let this happen again. I have to be more careful, I couldn't risk putting Kael in more problems than he is.With renewed determination, I grab another sheet of parchment from my desk. The ink bottle rattles as I hastily dip my quill, my hand unsteady but my resol
Alpha Thorne’s Point Of ViewI woke up feeling eager to see how my plot was working so far.The moment my feet hit the floor, it moved on its own accord. The bathroom was first then I got dressed and left for the East wing. The morning air around the training ground is thick with sweat, dirt, and the sharp scent of blood. I stand behind the safe room in the training grounds, watching with cruel satisfaction as my sissy of a son is forced through another agonizing drill.Kael is on his hands and knees, his body shaking with exhaustion. His muscles are tight, his breaths shallow, but karrik wasn't showing mercy he was being drilled more than the trained warriors around him. They showed him no mercy. Every mistake earns him a swift punishment either a strike across the back, a harsh shove to the ground, a demand to push harder, run faster, fight better.I relish the sight. Karrik was doing the job so well.Weakness disgusts me. And the fact that my own flesh and blood embodies what I s
Kael’s Point Of ViewThe sun is merciless.My legs tremble, my breath comes in ragged gasps, and every muscle in my body burns with relentless agony. Sweat drips down my face, stinging my eyes, but I barely have the strength to wipe it away. I can feel the bruises blooming across my ribs, the sharp sting of fresh cuts on my back where the whip bit into my skin earlier. My hands, raw and blistered, barely hold onto the weight I’m forced to carry."Move faster, you slug!" Karrik’s voice booms across the training field. "Or do you need more encouragement?"Encouragement. A word that, in this hell hole, only means one thing… punishment.I grit my teeth and push forward, my bare feet scraping against the rough terrain. The pack warriors around me train with precision, but I can tell they aren't being pushed like I am. It was more than obvious. They aren’t being broken, it seemed more like my father had them stock to my back.This isn’t training.This is a sentence.I push through another s