All Chapters of Alpha’s thirst for Ember : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ember’s POV It’s been two years since I last saw my mother and brother. After the attack, I woke up in what resembled a concentration camp. Humans and werewolves from different raided places were crammed together in horrible conditions, their faces painted with despair. Fortunately, I didn’t stay there long. The very next day, I was dragged out of the camp and shoved into a filthy old van. From snippets of conversation among the traffickers, I learned that a hundred of us had been sold to Alpha Thorne, the most feared and revered Alpha in the plains. “They say he’s so cruel and evil, no other Alpha dares to challenge him,” whispered Kaya, a wiry human girl I’d met at the camp. Her fiery red hair was so long it nearly dragged on the ground. I’d braided it into one thick plait to keep it out of the way. “I’d kill him if I had the chance,” I muttered in a flat tone, glaring at the men outside. “Shhh! Keep your voice down,” Kaya hissed, glancing around nervously. “You don’t want tha

Ember’s POV Living in Alpha Thorne’s territory had its advantages. It was so vast that I rarely had to worry about crossing paths with him, and I intended to keep it that way. The last thing I needed was for him to discover I was the daughter of his old rival. If he ever figured that out, I had no doubt my days would end in misery, or worse. My duties here were simple: cleaning the servants’ quarters and tending to the decorative flowers and trees scattered across the estate. The gardens were beautiful, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of life in this place. They reminded me of home, though that memory was fading faster than I cared to admit. Kaya, of course, never left my side. I suspected her loyalty wasn’t entirely selfless. As a human among wolves, she counted on me for protection. The other werewolves in the servants’ camp could be brutal, and my presence seemed to keep them at bay. Not that I minded, having someone to talk to kept the loneliness from swallowing me whole

Embers POV I crouched low, pressing my belly against the forest floor. The undergrowth scratched at my fur, but I didn’t move, not yet. The woods were alive with sounds, crickets, rustling leaves. but beneath that, I could sense something foreign. The air carried an unfamiliar scent, sharp and invasive, cutting through the familiar musk of Thorne’s clan. It wasn’t just one smell either. There were several, overlapping and distinct, all screaming the same thing, outsiders. The young wolf at my feet lay still, his breaths shallow but steady. 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 scruff 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.

Mature Content Warning:This chapter contains mature themes, including explicit language, and scenes intended for adult audiences. Reader discretion is advised.Third person pov Thorne staggered back into the mansion, the wound on his side still raw, 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. He grabbed a coat near the entrance, throwing it over himself as he shifted back to human form, 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

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 had been 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