All Chapters of The alpha's forbidden desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

18 Chapters

chapter 1

Standing at the altar, in front of everyone he loved and cherished, Silius couldn't bring himself to look at him. But he could feel him. He could feel that stare burning into his skin from somewhere in the crowd — intense, unwavering, and hauntingly familiar. It wasn't new. It never had been. Mathew had always watched him like that, like an eagle eyeing its prey: silent, calculating, possessive. The kind of stare that didn't ask permission to exist. It simply took up space in a room and dared anyone to challenge it. The smirk on Mathew's face only grew wider as the seconds dragged on, feeding off Silius's anxiety the way a leech feeds off blood — patient, certain, satisfied. Silius felt sick. His stomach twisted into knots so tight he thought he might fold in on himself right there in front of the altar, in front of God, in front of everyone. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to run — run far, and never look back. But he knew Mathew. Mathew would follow. Even to the depths of hel

chapter 2

LAYLA POV The wind blew softly carrying with it the sweet smell of wet wood and lemon. I sniffed the air again and again as I drove closer to the pack house. I knew what the smell meant. my mate is close by. perhaps in the pack house ahead as the smell grew stronger. I fought against my wolf, shifting nervously as I drove faster. I have waited all these years for this. I could imagine the smile on mum's face when she finds out I have found my mate. I know dad would be happier. i wished my mate to be all I'd always imagined; tall, built, definitely not ugly and not to miss out, a war wolf. I have always had a thing for war wolves. Dad is the beta of the pack and a war wolf. He adores mum and my brother Theodore, if not for his loyalty to you alpha and the pack, dad's first priority would have been his family nonetheless it isn't too bad as it is his next priority. so, I guess I wanted my mate to be strong as well just like my dad. The scent of my mate hit me intensely as I drov

chapter 3

THEODORE POV"slow down... Jason". I shouted. I ran behind him."catch me". he replied as he changed into his wolf in mid-air, he raced faster into the woods leaving dust, rotten leaves and twigs in his wake.I groaned as I watch him disappear into the woods ahead. I hated that I couldn't shift into a wolf yet. A late bloomer, my dad always told me. It's been two years past the normal time for a young pup to shift at thirteen, while others can wait till around fifteen. I'm seventeen years now and six months but haven't done anything other than shift my eyes to my wolf's.“That's cheating”. I chased after his trail of dust, sweating profusely under the mid-day sun.Jason, calous is my best bud. We've been together since we were pups. He morphed quite earlier than usual, at twelve years ten months. It was surprising even to alpha derrick. His grey fur wolf was kind of big for his age – too big – which was funny as he was scranwy then. Now, he is medium built and tall at six feet compare

chapter 4

I took few steps backwards as the men stepped forward steadily. Jason snarled. His arms dropped till he held one of my hands in a death grip. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. The nearest patrol point was miles from where we were. We had ventured deeper into the woods today. Not even a scream can catch a patrol wolf's attention this far. Though we were still within packs boundaries, both of us area long way from home. I stared at jason. He turned to look at me. We shared a knowing look. If we were to survive and perhaps get home in one piece, there's only one thing we've got to do. Run. I ran alongside Jason. We snaked our way around trees, jumping fallen trunks. I could hear the growls of wolves behind. My lung burned as I drew in air as fast as I could. My face dripped with sweat as my hand threatened to slip from Marcus. I glanced briefly to see him return my stare. He was worried. So was I. We burst out into a path that leads directly to the pack. A little longer then we'

chapter 5: Into the Ridge

The forest had a heartbeat.Theodore felt it the moment his feet crossed the boundary — a deep, rhythmic pulse that seemed to rise from the earth itself and travel up through his soles, rattling his bones. He had always been told the Ridge was dead. A cursed stretch of woods where wolves went in and never came out. Where the trees grew too close together and the darkness between them was the kind that had teeth.He had believed it.Until thirty seconds ago when the alternative was being torn apart by twelve jet-black wolves with murder in their eyes.He ran.Low branches whipped across his face, drawing thin lines of fire across his cheeks. His lungs were already burning from the sprint across the patrol path and his ankle — the one jason had snapped back into place with brutal efficiency — throbbed with every stride. He ignored it. Pain was a conversation he could have with his body later. Right now his body needed to move.Behind him, he heard them stop.The growling cut off so sudd

chapter 6: Not What They Said

Theodore had been told three things about the Ridge Forest growing up.One: nothing lived there. Two: nothing that went in came out. Three: if you ever found yourself at its boundary, you ran the other direction and you thanked whatever you believed in that you had not crossed it.He was currently walking deeper into it, following a stranger who had offered his name like it was a minor inconvenience, and everything he had been told was unraveling with every step.Things lived here.He noticed it gradually — the way you notice a room has music playing when you have been standing in it for several minutes already. A pair of birds cut across a gap in the canopy above, their wings bright against the grey-silver light. Something small and fast rustled through the undergrowth to his left and was gone. The trees themselves were alive in a way that went beyond biology, their roots wove together above ground in patterns almost too deliberate to be accidental, forming natural archways and alcov

chapter 7: Something About Him

The room they gave Theodore was small.Not unkind — there was a bed with a decent mattress, a window that looked out onto the side of the compound where the silver-barked trees began, a washbasin with clean water, and a folded set of clothes that were not his but were close enough in size to suggest someone had looked at him carefully before choosing them. There was also a door. Theodore checked it immediately, the moment the escort left him alone.Locked.Not a guest room then. A holding room with better manners than a cell.He washed the dried blood from his face and changed into the provided clothes — dark, practical, the same kind of thing the Ridge wolves had been wearing — and sat on the edge of the bed and let himself, for exactly sixty seconds, feel the full weight of everything.Jason. Captured or worse, out there somewhere in Atridge territory. The chase across the patrol path. The border crossing. The wolves that had frozen at the tree line like children afraid of the dark.

chapter 8: Everything They Got Wrong

Theodore woke to birdsong.That was the first unexpected thing. He lay still for a moment with his eyes closed, letting his other senses do the work before his vision joined them — a habit so deeply drilled into him by years of border living that it operated independent of conscious thought. He listened. Birds, multiple species, close and unhurried. Wind moving through a dense canopy. Somewhere further away, the sound of something rhythmic and heavy — axe work, maybe, or construction. Voices, low and purposeful. The smell of woodsmoke and food and underneath both, that clean herbal note he had noticed the night before.No alarm. No aggression. No immediate threat.He opened his eyes.Grey morning light came through the window in a single clean shaft, falling across the foot of the bed. The room was exactly as he had left it — small, plain, locked. His old clothes were folded on the chair where he had left them. The tray from last night had been removed at some point while he slept, wh

chapter 9: The Cost of Running

They brought Marcus in on a stretcher.Theodore heard them coming before he saw them — the measured cadence of people carrying weight carefully, the low voices of the two Ridge scouts coordinating movement through the compound entrance. He had been standing at the edge of the central ground for twenty minutes, arms crossed, watching the tree line with the focused stillness of someone who had decided that moving would make the waiting worse.When the stretcher cleared the tree line he was across the compound in seconds."Marcus—""I'm alive." The voice was rough and stripped of its usual steadiness but it was Marcus — unmistakably, entirely Marcus — and the relief that moved through Theodore at the sound of it was so physical it was almost embarrassing. "Stop looking at me like that. I've had worse.""You haven't," Theodore said."I definitely have. The time with the Voss border wolves—""That was worse for me. You thought it was funny."Marcus made a sound that was approximately a lau

chapter 10: The Healer's Verdict

The healer's name was Sable.Theodore learned this from the apprentice who brought him to her treatment room the morning after Marcus arrived — a young wolf who offered the name with the slightly nervous efficiency of someone who had been told to be helpful and was taking it seriously. The room itself was at the far end of the medical building, smaller than Marcus's, smelling of dried herbs and something sharper underneath that Theodore couldn't identify and didn't ask about.Sable herself was already inside, arranging instruments on a low table with her back to the door. She didn't turn when he entered."Sit," she said. "The ankle."He sat on the low examination bench and unlaced his boot. She turned then, looked at his face first the way healers always did — taking inventory of something beyond the visible injury — and then crouched to examine his ankle with both hands, her touch practiced and impersonal."You've been walking on this.""Carefully.""Carefully," she repeated, in the

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