Chapter 1: The Alpha's Possession**Her bare feet padded across the hard ground as she ran with all her might. The leaves in the vast forest hindered her sight, but she pushed them aside, desperate to escape. Her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks puffy from crying nonstop for what felt like an eternity."Thief! Catch that thief!" she heard the head guard shout behind her, and the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, all heading in her direction.It was unfair—she hadn't done anything. She had been framed, but who would listen to her? She was nothing but a slave in the castle, her status even lower than that of the Omegas. She hadn’t committed any crime, yet she felt the sharp sting of injustice pressing down on her. Her body ached from hunger, and her head spun as she was deprived of food all day. She would have been dead by now if the head maid hadn't helped her escape from the dungeon.She had lived a miserable life from the very beginning. She didn’t even know the identi
Chapter 2: The Alpha's PossessionThe sound of the broom swooshing against the marble floor was the only thing Zephyr could hear as she remained lost in thought. She stood alone in the dark hallway, lit by torches placed on either side of the walls.She was a slave, her status lower than that of the maids in the castle, yet she had been framed for something she didn’t do. Why? Who would do such a thing? And to make matters worse, she had encountered the Alpha. He had told her she would become his property.An Omega wasn’t allowed to breathe the same air as the Alpha, let alone a maid or a slave. A slave doing such deserved to be cast into hell. She hadn’t known, though. She hadn’t known he was the Alpha. If she had, she would have begged for death. After the guards had called him Alpha, she had run away, unaware of the instructions he had given the guards concerning her case. Why had the Alpha helped her? She was of no use to him. She didn’t even deserve to clean the shoes he wore.Lo
Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession**---Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard.Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred."Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged.Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.Damon turned to leave when a young, beautiful lady quickly wound her arms around him.Amber Leofric, the daughter of the Alpha of the Nightshade Tribe, was the epitome of beauty. She wore a blue gown made of bright, expensive silk, and her blonde hair was neatly arranged in a bun. Like every other lady of high society, she was here to seek a future with the most handsom
**Chapter 4: The Alpha's Possession**Zephyr stared at him, unable to form words. His dark aura almost consumed her, and she was scared—scared for her own life. She hadn’t known it was his cub. The little thing was hurt, and she had just wanted to help. Zephyr looked at the helpless cub in her arms. She shouldn’t be in the same space as the Alpha. She wanted to step back, but the wall hindered her, and then his face loomed over hers."I'm sorry, my lord. I didn't know it was your cub. It was hurt, and I..." Zephyr bit her lip nervously as she avoided his soul-piercing gaze.Her eyes were still fixed on the cub in her arms, but his silence made her even more afraid. That’s when she looked up to meet his gaze.His lips tilted up into a sardonic smirk as he stared at her with intrigue. He took a step away from her. "Come here, Rayven," he said to the little cub in her arms. The cub didn’t waste a second before jumping from her arms and landing smartly on the floor next to its master."
Chapter 5: The Alpha's Possession**Damon sat on his bed in the cold, quiet room, staring at the limp woman on his bed emotionlessly. She had offered herself to him, despite knowing the chances of survival were slim. He had taken her countless times and doubted she would survive the next hour—women were indeed brainless. Damon got up from the bed, left in his black pants, and put on his black shirt before leaving the room.He went outside the castle and watched the full moon as his eyes changed from gray to ink-black. He headed toward a tree where Rayven sat on a branch with his back resting against the thick bark. His other leg swung to and fro as he bit into an apple in his hand.Damon climbed up and sat on another branch. It was virtually impossible for an onlooker to see them in the tree; they were like predators, waiting for their prey."Do you feel that, Damon? The crazy energy coming from the full moon?" Rayven asked, his black orbs turning to gold."Not in the mood to play wit
Zephyr's throat ran dry as the realization of what she had said and what she was doing sank in. She was refusing to offer her body, and she wasn’t refusing just anyone—she was refusing the Alpha.Zephyr quickly bent her head low to avoid his heated gaze. She felt like running away, but where would she run to? No one in history had ever escaped the wrath of Damon Alaric.Damon's eyes never left her. He watched her fumble and lower her head to avoid his gaze. He never really wanted to bed her; he just needed to know if his messed-up wolf was attracted to her for sex or something more. He was hoping the latter was the case; otherwise, he would kill her himself if she was the one—his cursed mate.Daman's smirk quickly faded, replaced by a grim look. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. Perhaps this little girl was forgetting who was standing in front of her. The idea of someone disobeying, a human slave at that, didn't sit well with him."You'd rather die, huh?" Damon's deep chuckle sen
Chapter 7: The Alpha's PossessionZephyr gulped as she tried to process his words."Leave," he said, and Zephyr quickly stepped away from the door. Just like that, the door opened on its own, and she bolted out.She placed her hands on her chest as she ran all the way to her room. Her heart was a beating mess as his words echoed in her ears, and she facepalmed herself. She was utterly confused. She had heard stories about how ruthless the Alpha was, and they weren’t just folktales. Why had he saved her in the forest in the first place? And then, when she tried to commit suicide, he saved her again.The punishment for a maid or slave attempting to end their life was immediate death, but the ruthless Alpha had overlooked it. What was even more shocking was when he demanded her presence in his room to bed her. Yet, even after she refused him, he didn’t harm her. He hadn’t even touched her after asking her to strip.Why? Why was she receiving such special treatment despite being a lowly s
Chapter 8: The Alpha's PossessionFrom a distance, Damon watched the local carriage ride away with a maid and his slave in it. Something about the Viscount exchanging words with her unsettled him. His eyes narrowed slightly."Alpha Damon," a man in an expensive gray fur coat called, bowing deeply. It was Duke Wilson, a man of average height who had aged more than his appearance suggested. Damon had chosen to keep him at arm's length because of his sharp wit."I've received complaints from the Eastern region. My trip there, however, was successful. I convinced the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack to reach an agreement with us. All that remains is for you to sign it, milord," Duke Wilson said, bowing slightly as he handed Damon the parchment."You've done well, as always," Damon replied, placing the parchment in his coat pocket."My daughter, Nirvana, is of marriageable age, and she wishes to spend a day with you. She is of excellent manners and exquisite beauty. I hope you will consider
The sound of someone diving into the water was the last thing Zephyr heard before darkness consumed her. Damon swam swiftly, finding her in seconds and carrying her out of the water. Laying her on the shore, he noticed her skin was as pale as a ghost’s. If nothing was done quickly, she would die.Damon pressed on her chest repeatedly, but there was no response. Her pallor deepened with each passing second. His eyes lingered on her lips, once rosy but now drained of color. Without hesitation, he sealed his lips over hers, drawing the water from her lungs. A moment later, she coughed violently, expelling the water. Her eyes fluttered open briefly before she fell unconscious again.The werewolves who had taken her lay incapacitated. Damon had ordered Rayven to drag them to the castle for further interrogation. Answers would be tortured out of them. Running a hand through his blood-red hair, Damon glanced at the stormy sky. Time was against them; she needed warmth and care to survive, and
Damon sped past the gates, with Rayven close behind him. There was no smile on his face as he rode elegantly on his horse. Did he care about the insignificant human? Absolutely not. He just knew that if he didn’t find her, his stubborn wolf wouldn’t let him rest. He had to locate her. Judging from her lowly status, those creatures wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. Damon's eyes turned pitch black at the thought of her being dead. But then again, she had boldly stood against him, so the chances of her dying seemed slim. He would find her.He didn’t know who to curse—the stupid Moon Goddess or himself—for having such a pathetic, lowly, and weak human as his mate. Someone he could easily snap like a twig. He didn’t need a mate. They were nothing but a damn weakness. If it weren’t for his attached wolf, he would have killed that girl himself. His face hardened at the thought of someone discovering who she really was and then using her against him. Once he rescued her, he might just chain he
The blood of the creature splashed on his face, but Damon remained unmoved as he tossed the creature's head aside. His face held a scornful look as he made his way back to the carriage.Alfred was left with just one of the creatures, who was more determined than ever to tear him to pieces. Alfred shoved the creature to the ground, sat on him, and began delivering blow after blow to his face. The creature’s hand shot up to Alfred’s neck, choking him.“Ride us back home when you’re done playing. I’ll be waiting in the carriage,” Damon said nonchalantly as he walked away. Alfred cursed inwardly.Damon got back into the carriage, his elegant fingers pressing against his temples as he sat, lost in thought. Caesar? Who the hell was that now? Damon suspected the fool had created those creatures to kill him. He thought of reasons why Caesar would want him dead, but then again, he was used to manipulating so many people as pawns to achieve whatever he wanted.Alfred was literally dragging hims
Chapter 8: The Alpha's PossessionFrom a distance, Damon watched the local carriage ride away with a maid and his slave in it. Something about the Viscount exchanging words with her unsettled him. His eyes narrowed slightly."Alpha Damon," a man in an expensive gray fur coat called, bowing deeply. It was Duke Wilson, a man of average height who had aged more than his appearance suggested. Damon had chosen to keep him at arm's length because of his sharp wit."I've received complaints from the Eastern region. My trip there, however, was successful. I convinced the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack to reach an agreement with us. All that remains is for you to sign it, milord," Duke Wilson said, bowing slightly as he handed Damon the parchment."You've done well, as always," Damon replied, placing the parchment in his coat pocket."My daughter, Nirvana, is of marriageable age, and she wishes to spend a day with you. She is of excellent manners and exquisite beauty. I hope you will consider
Chapter 7: The Alpha's PossessionZephyr gulped as she tried to process his words."Leave," he said, and Zephyr quickly stepped away from the door. Just like that, the door opened on its own, and she bolted out.She placed her hands on her chest as she ran all the way to her room. Her heart was a beating mess as his words echoed in her ears, and she facepalmed herself. She was utterly confused. She had heard stories about how ruthless the Alpha was, and they weren’t just folktales. Why had he saved her in the forest in the first place? And then, when she tried to commit suicide, he saved her again.The punishment for a maid or slave attempting to end their life was immediate death, but the ruthless Alpha had overlooked it. What was even more shocking was when he demanded her presence in his room to bed her. Yet, even after she refused him, he didn’t harm her. He hadn’t even touched her after asking her to strip.Why? Why was she receiving such special treatment despite being a lowly s
Zephyr's throat ran dry as the realization of what she had said and what she was doing sank in. She was refusing to offer her body, and she wasn’t refusing just anyone—she was refusing the Alpha.Zephyr quickly bent her head low to avoid his heated gaze. She felt like running away, but where would she run to? No one in history had ever escaped the wrath of Damon Alaric.Damon's eyes never left her. He watched her fumble and lower her head to avoid his gaze. He never really wanted to bed her; he just needed to know if his messed-up wolf was attracted to her for sex or something more. He was hoping the latter was the case; otherwise, he would kill her himself if she was the one—his cursed mate.Daman's smirk quickly faded, replaced by a grim look. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. Perhaps this little girl was forgetting who was standing in front of her. The idea of someone disobeying, a human slave at that, didn't sit well with him."You'd rather die, huh?" Damon's deep chuckle sen
Chapter 5: The Alpha's Possession**Damon sat on his bed in the cold, quiet room, staring at the limp woman on his bed emotionlessly. She had offered herself to him, despite knowing the chances of survival were slim. He had taken her countless times and doubted she would survive the next hour—women were indeed brainless. Damon got up from the bed, left in his black pants, and put on his black shirt before leaving the room.He went outside the castle and watched the full moon as his eyes changed from gray to ink-black. He headed toward a tree where Rayven sat on a branch with his back resting against the thick bark. His other leg swung to and fro as he bit into an apple in his hand.Damon climbed up and sat on another branch. It was virtually impossible for an onlooker to see them in the tree; they were like predators, waiting for their prey."Do you feel that, Damon? The crazy energy coming from the full moon?" Rayven asked, his black orbs turning to gold."Not in the mood to play wit
**Chapter 4: The Alpha's Possession**Zephyr stared at him, unable to form words. His dark aura almost consumed her, and she was scared—scared for her own life. She hadn’t known it was his cub. The little thing was hurt, and she had just wanted to help. Zephyr looked at the helpless cub in her arms. She shouldn’t be in the same space as the Alpha. She wanted to step back, but the wall hindered her, and then his face loomed over hers."I'm sorry, my lord. I didn't know it was your cub. It was hurt, and I..." Zephyr bit her lip nervously as she avoided his soul-piercing gaze.Her eyes were still fixed on the cub in her arms, but his silence made her even more afraid. That’s when she looked up to meet his gaze.His lips tilted up into a sardonic smirk as he stared at her with intrigue. He took a step away from her. "Come here, Rayven," he said to the little cub in her arms. The cub didn’t waste a second before jumping from her arms and landing smartly on the floor next to its master."
Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession**---Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard.Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred."Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged.Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.Damon turned to leave when a young, beautiful lady quickly wound her arms around him.Amber Leofric, the daughter of the Alpha of the Nightshade Tribe, was the epitome of beauty. She wore a blue gown made of bright, expensive silk, and her blonde hair was neatly arranged in a bun. Like every other lady of high society, she was here to seek a future with the most handsom