The Alpha Was Never Hers

Magnus’s POV Twenty minutes later, I sat half-slouched on Aysel’s couch, the scent of herbs, blood, and cooked food mingling in the air. She was across the room at the small dining table, swinging her bare feet as she ate a bowl of dumplings-content, careless, pretending not to watch me. But before my men speak,…

They all whispered the same thing: Aysel burned it because she couldn’t stand the idea of that ancestral home being transferred to Celestine. If she couldn’t have it, no one would. For the first time, Luna Evelyn saw how cold her youngest daughter’s eyes could be. Aysel only laughed softly. “So you do know how…

He rose swiftly, intention sharp, ready to confront Aysel-but Lykos’ dry remark halted him. “Hah, what’s Aysel plotting now? Even using a stranger in her games. Clever little wolf.” Damon’s amber eyes narrowed as he watched Celestine bite her lip, her small frame tense. “Who doesn’t know Aysel has wanted you since she was a…

Knox Draven didn’t last two minutes. His temper flared like a cornered wolf; he retaliated with a half-hour of futile counterattacks, eventually smashing Celestine’s carefully chosen device in pure rage. My proxies reported back with precision. “Boss, unless they cut themselves off from the world entirely, we’ll keep at them like shadows. Three days of…

My wolf paced inside me, torn between irritation and something far more dangerous. There was a pull between us, primal and unexplainable, and I hated it-hated how easily he seemed to read me without even looking. “Get some rest,” he said finally. “You’ll need it.” “For what?” He smiled into my hair. “For surviving me.”…

“Then I’ll learn to be steel.” That earned me another low laugh. “You already are.” The next few days fell into a strange rhythm. Because of him, my nocturnal habits vanished. We slept early, woke early. I’d go out for breakfast runs-always careful not to draw attention from nearby packs-and he’d cook when I returned.…

“What’s for dinner? How about sour fish?” “We’re out of green onions. Bring some back with the fish.” “I want strawberries and yogurt. Pretty please?” “Emergency! Snacks running low! (???)” Anyone reading them would think she was the Alpha, and I was the one paying her ten million to stay fed. But after weeks together,…

I didn’t correct her. In fact, I rather liked the sound of it. I gave her a polite nod. “I know him,” I said smoothly. “That man’s a married scoundrel who’s been stalking my mate. He can’t take no for an answer-even after I told him we’re bonded. Claims he’ll ‘take her back’ no matter…

“Got it! My husband’s already washing his hands to open the package-so careful, ha!” “Mine’s posting ten pictures on social media now!” “Pics or it didn’t happen!” I let out a soft snort of amusement. Even without shifting, my hearing caught every nuance of their voices, every playful jab and gleeful shriek. To them, this…

Her brows furrowed, the tension in her posture, the way her tail flicked subtly beneath her sleeping form-even in civility, wolves reveal themselves. “And if I don’t agree?” she asked, sharp, wary, but curious. “Then you continue to think,” I replied, letting a dangerous grin curve my lips. “I only accept one answer.” Others might…