Sofia had always lived a quiet, peaceful life among humans, unaware of the secrets buried deep within her. That all changed when she accidentally hits a young wolf child on a secluded forest road. The child dies because he had not activated his wolf curse so he was still human. The incident triggered a curse, awakening parts of her she never knew existed. Now imprisoned in the royal pack’s cell, Sofia awaited judgment, fear and guilt gnawing at her. She didn’t know who these people were, but their dominating presence terrified her. The guilt of having killed a child weighed heavily on her, but even more unsettling were the strange changes she began to experience in her body,changes she didn’t understand were leading to her first shift with the coming full moon. “Is she in here?” Alaric, the Alpha King, demanded, his voice cutting through the silence. His anger was palpable as he entered the cell. The guards pointed to where Sofia huddled, trembling in the corner. But when Alaric saw her, his fury dissolved into shock. The fragile woman before him was his.... his mate? The revelation hit him hard, filling him with both anguish and confusion. Sofia, though lost in her fear, felt an inexplicable pull toward this powerful, angry man,which she didn't understand. Alaric’s mind raced. How would his pack react to the news that their Alpha’s mate had killed one of their pups? He faced an agonizing choice: protect Sofia and risk the pack’s wrath or reject his mate to maintain his loyalty. With the full moon fast approaching, his decision would determine not only his leadership but also his bond with his mate.
View MoreThorn's POV.The weight of grief was unbearable. My chest felt hollow, a deep ache settling in where my heart used to be. How could Alaric stand there and speak of accidents? How could he possibly expect me to believe that the death of my son,the only thing in this life that truly mattered,was an accident?No. My boy was gone, and someone had to pay.I paced the floor of my quarters, my mind racing, a thousand thoughts crashing into each other. The echo of my son’s laughter, his voice, his small victories in the training yard,they haunted me now. Alaric had tried to play the role of mediator, to keep the peace, but his words had only fueled the fire inside me. It wasn’t just the boy’s death that burned in my veins. It was everything. Years of being sidelined, of watching Alaric rule over this pack like some invincible king, while I stood in the shadows, always the loyal warrior. But loyalty had its limits, and Alaric had just crossed mine.He could claim it was an accident all he want
Alaric's POVThe door to the dungeon slammed shut behind me, but the echo seemed distant, muffled by the storm of thoughts crashing in my head. I could still feel her presence, the lingering scent of her filling my lungs as if I’d been submerged in it. My mate. She was in that cell,MY MATE. And now, nothing was making sense.The halls of the pack house felt different. They stretched longer, each step feeling heavier. My mind raced back to those moments in the cell. Her wide, fearful eyes, the confusion and guilt that twisted across her face. She was supposed to be an enemy, a murderer, but when I looked at her... all I saw was the other half of my soul. My mate, and she didn’t even know it yet.Before I could fully process what had just happened, Braylon appeared ahead of me. His expression was tight, controlled, but I could see the unease flickering behind his eyes. He probably already knew something was wrong,he always knew.“Alpha,” Braylon greeted, stepping aside to let me pass.I
Sofia's POVThe cold stone floor of the dungeon pressed against my legs, but I hardly felt it. The guilt was too heavy, suffocating. Every time I closed my eyes, the boy’s face appeared, lifeless, the awful truth crashing over me again: I’d killed him. By accident, sure, but it didn’t matter. He was dead because of me.The air was thick with the smell of damp and despair, but I barely noticed as footsteps echoed down the corridor. When the cell door creaked open, I lifted my head, heart racing. Several men entered, their faces hard, and I instantly felt small. Their attention wasn’t on me, though. Their focus was on one man in particular.I didn’t have to be told who he was. His presence spoke for itself. Power radiated off him like heat from a flame. He was taller than the others, broader too, and though his expression was set in a fierce scowl, it was impossible not to notice how handsome he was. It was the kind of handsome that belonged in a movie, not in the middle of this nightma
(Alaric's POV)The meeting room buzzed with tension as my pack warriors debated strategies for upcoming border patrols. I sat at the head of the table, trying to focus, but the weight of leadership pressed heavily on my shoulders. Every word from my warriors felt like static, meaningless in the face of the unease gnawing at me. My thoughts kept drifting, consumed by an undercurrent of dread that I couldn’t shake.Suddenly, Braylon’s voice pierced through the fog of my mind. “Alaric, I need to speak with you. It’s urgent.”I raised an eyebrow, the foreboding sense intensifying. “What is it?”“The head warrior’s son was killed by a human girl. She’s in the dungeons now.”A cold chill swept through me. “Killed?” I muttered, my pulse quickening. “How?”“An accident. She hit him with her car.”The news struck me like a physical blow. I could feel the air leave my lungs, my heart racing with a mix of fury and disbelief. “I need to see her,” I said, my voice low and tight. I stood abruptly
(Sofia's POV)I should have turned back the moment the trees started closing in. They seemed taller tonight, more oppressive, the branches reaching across the sky like skeletal hands trying to blot out what little light remained. The path ahead was dark, unfamiliar, and yet, I kept going. I didn’t care where I was headed. The aimless drive was all I had left to hold onto.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather cold against my skin. The hum of the engine was a dull background noise compared to the echo of my thoughts,thoughts I couldn’t outrun, no matter how fast I drove.I missed them. God, I missed them so much. It had been years, but the ache was still there, lodged in my chest like a thorn I could never pull out. My parents. The people who had given me everything, who had loved me unconditionally… and who had been taken from me without warning. I could still remember that day as if it had happened yesterday.The phone call in the middle of the night. The police officer’s
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