The Alpha's Broken human Mate

I had been careless. The box was warm that evening, restless and almost alive under the loose floorboard within my room. It always answered to strong emotions, and today, sadness had delved darker than it should have. It was the remembrance of my father’s death. I take out the box from its hiding place to hold it. For only just one brief instant. Just long enough to remind myself that he loved me enough to leave behind. That was my mistake. The door was kicked open without notice. Victor emerged from the entrance, imposing and sinister, his dark hair banded now with strings of silver. Power appeared to be a second hide to him, but his gaze fixed instantly on the box I held in my hands. “What is that?” he asked calmly. Too calmly. I hold the wood in my hand more tightly. “Noth-ing, His eyes darkened. “Bring it here.” I didn't move. With one quick action, he crossed the room and pulled it from my hands. As his hands touched it, the box turned cold. Stone cold. Dead. Vict

In another clan named Obsidian Crown Pack, located at Northern Blackridge Mountains territory. We're known to be Ruthless. Unbreakable. Ancient. Symbol of A black crown wrapped in silver thorns. The Obsidian Crown Pack is not the largest pack—but it is the most feared. They do not expand. They do not negotiate. They do not lose. For over a century, no enemy pack has successfully crossed their borders and lived to tell the tale. ★Alpha Kael★ I hated ceremonies. They were pointless displays of dominance wrapped in silk and wine—things warriors didn’t need to prove their worth. And yet here I was, standing in the council hall while my mother faced us with the kind of expression that brooked no refusal. “You will attend,” she said. Her voice was calm. That was what made it dangerous. “The Nightfang Pack has extended a formal invitation. Declining it would be an insult.” “They are testing us,” I replied. “Nothing more.” My mother’s silver hair was braided tightly against her

At the border of Nightfang Pack which was built and marked by old stone pillars etched with warning runes—ancient symbols meant to repel enemies and announce dominance.They did neither. The moment Kael stepped passed the boundary invisible line, the forest reacted.The wind changed direction, carrying with it strange scents—pine, iron, damp earth… and something else.Something wrong.Kael stopped mid-step, his muscles tensing. “There,” he whispered.Behind him, Ronan gripped the strap across his chest tightly. “You felt it.”Silas stayed quiet t, but his eyes had darkened, pupils wide as if the world had suddenly transformed into something dangerous and intimate all at once.The pull struck again.Not violent.Not sudden.But deep—threading itself beneath skin and bone, tugging low in their cores with a persistence that made breathing feel unnecessary.Kael inhaled slowly.And froze.Human.The scent was clear.Soft. Warm. Fragile.Yet right through it was something ancient—silvere

Elara did not stop running until her lungs really hurt.She silently walked through servants’ door, walked past the stone pillars and the flickering candlelight, she holds her skirts in trembling hands as she ran from the garden as if it had caught fire or was on fire. Her heart beats so fastly that it felt as though it might burst out of her chest.What was that?No—Who was that?She layed her back against the cold wall of an empty passageway, sliding down slowly until she was down on the floor, breath coming in broken gasps. Her fingers dug into her collarbone, right over the place that still pain’s.It hurt.An ache—not a wound.Deep. Pulling. Alive.Elara shuts her eyes tightly, yet his face still appeared in the darkness anyway—silver eyes glowing softly, not cruel, not hungry, but knowing. As if he had discovered something within her she had spent ten years trying to hide.Mate.The word came out strong, with a chilling intensity. “No,” she murmured hoarsely, rejecting it bot

The scents in the garden I used to spent my childhood was faintly fading away, now filled with the scent of Jasmine and firewood. The party at the Manor had ended last night, leaving only the moonlight and whispers to stay. I came here because no one could find me, And yet… I fill presence behind me. Three Shadows came out from behind the stone walls, moving with elegance. Kael.Ronan.Silas. My heart started to race as the threads that connects us tightened under my skin, Each of them stood like they had captured the moment in their minds. Kael spoke first, “ You shouldn't have come here alone," his voice low and steady. anger wasn't in his voice—just an intensity which made my chest ached. I whispered quietly. “I… wanted to think,” my voice came out small, and soft in the cold night air. Ronan's hand touched my shoulder lightly, not pressing too hard, but enough to give warnth down my spine. “And yet, here you are, thinking…dangerously. Silas eyes, mixed with