My Alpha Savage

Alpha Killian

HAZEL MOREAU

“Please. Please, don’t hurt him. I’ll do anything. Please.”

I screamed until my voice cracked, trying to get free, but the man holding me didn’t budge. His arms locked me in place, dragging me back every time I tried to crawl toward my brother. The cold floor scraped my knees, but I didn’t care.

They didn’t stop. Two of them kept kicking him, over and over, fists slamming into his sides, boots cracking into his ribs. His blood smeared across the concrete, and all I could do was cry and beg.

“Please! Just stop! I’ll pay anything; I’ll find the money, please!” I struggled to get free.

The man behind me just grunted, keeping me down like I was nothing.

The others laughed.

“You’ll pay?” one said, grinning. “With what? Got gold stashed in your bra, sweetheart?”

They called out a number. An absurd amount in gold that even if I worked for fifty years, I'd barely be able to make half of it. I gasped.

They laughed even louder.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, sweetheart.”

"Please," I sobbed desperately.

“Your brother thought he could cheat our boss and get away with it, huh? Taking suppressants, selling them, then refusing to pay?”

Suppressants?

I blinked, confused. They thought he’d been selling them?

He wasn’t. He’d been giving them to me. Every week. Since I turned sixteen and we ran away from home. He'd been helping me hide my secret so I could have a normal life here in the outlands, a dangerous place for omegas. The suppressants were the only thing keeping me from being sold as a s*x slave to an Alpha.

But they didn't know that. They thought he was keeping all the money to himself. They had no idea what I was, because if they did, I'd already have been sold.

They thought I was a beta. Like my brother.

I froze as it hit me, heart thudding in my chest. My brother knew what these people were. What they did to omegas. That’s why he kept me hidden. That’s why he gave me the pills. That’s why

“Useless,” one of them muttered, nodding toward me. “No use for her. Nobody wants beta pussy.”

They laughed again as they continued to beat him.

I screamed, tears burning down my face. “Please! I’ll do anything, just stop hurting him!”

He was barely moving now, groaning weakly, his face covered in blood. My heart broke.

No!

Then a man stepped out of the shadows. He wasn’t big, a beta, but the others went quiet the second they saw him. He didn’t look at me first. He looked at my brother, still bleeding on the floor. Then his eyes met mine.

“Anything?” He asked me, his voice rough and dry.

“Yes,” I whispered hurriedly. “Please.”

He raised a hand. The others stepped back.

My brother slumped against the ground, chest barely moving.

The man circled me slowly. I stiffened. I didn’t like the way he looked at me—slow, calculating, like he was trying to figure out what I was worth.

He snapped his fingers. One of the men yanked me up, forcing me to my feet, gripping my arms tight. I struggled, panic rising. The leader stepped closer, tilting his head like he was inspecting meat.

I started shaking. No. No, no, please not that. Not like this.

“She’ll do,” he said.

My stomach dropped.

“W-what?” I asked.

“You want to save your brother’s life?” he asked again.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“You said you’ll do anything?”

“Yes. Anything, but please don't hurt him anymore!”

He smiled then, his teeth. “You have one chance.”

I let out a shaky breath, some small part of me hoping, maybe, maybe this won’t be so bad, maybe I could save my brother. I couldn't let him die because of me.

“You just need to take something." He pinched his fingers together. "A small, useless thing that no one will miss.”

I waited. Dread growing.

“From the Alpha of Darkmoor.”

My heart stopped.

There was only one Alpha known by that name.

Killian Draven.

A leader among Alphas. Feared even by other Alphas for his deadly touch. Some said it was a gift from the moon. Others called him a curse sent by the moon to destroy all that lives and breathes.

No one who crossed him lived to tell the tale.

And now… they wanted me to steal from him.

My eyes widened. “Alpha K-Killian?”

He smiled wider. “See? She’s not that dumb after all.”

My brother’s voice broke through the silence.

“Don’t!” he shouted. “Don’t send her to him! Please! She doesn’t know—she doesn’t—just take me instead! I'll do it, please!”

They dragged him away despite his pleas.

“No, NO!” I screamed, pulling against their grip. “Please, don’t take him! Don't hurt him.”

The door slammed shut.

The man turned back to me, calm like nothing had happened.

“So,” he said, “would you be willing to do it? To save your brother’s life?”

My throat tightened.

“Or would you rather watch him die because of you?”

My legs trembled.

I looked up at him, heart racing, stomach in knots.

“…Yes,” I whispered.

And just like that, everything changed.

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So here I was, hiding in the shadow of a pillar, heart pounding in my chest like a war drum, watching a hall full of drunk Alphas celebrate another bloody victory. Laughter roared, tankards slammed on tables, bodies pressed together, and half-naked Beta women draped themselves over power-drunk men like prizes.

They were celebrating Alpha Killian’s win. Another conquered territory. Another pack forced to kneel.

But they didn’t know why.

They said it was all over a ring. A useless thing. Barely worth the blood spilled.

But I knew better.

It was the same ring I was sent to steal. The ring that he now wore was a silver band with a black stone. It looked simple, but I knew it wasn't. Too much blood had been spilled for it to be. And if, by the moon's grace, I was successful tonight, more would be spilled.

I didn't want that. No one deserved to die because of me, but my brother would if I failed. I refused to let that happen, not after everything he'd done for me.

I pulled my hood lower over my face, inching along the far wall, head down, silent. I was just another shadow in the noise, just another servant no one noticed, completely invisible.

Then it hit me.

A slow burn in my belly that turned sharp. I staggered slightly, one hand shooting out to catch the wall and hold myself upright.

No. Not now.

Another cramp followed, worse than the first, curling low and deep inside me. My stomach clenched, and something inside me fluttered, hot and wrong.

Oh goddess.

I hadn’t taken my suppressants in over a week. I thought I’d have more time. Just one more day.

But it was happening.

And I was in a room full of Alphas. My body turned cold.

I held my breath and forced my body to move, ignoring the heat blooming in my core. Every step felt like fire licking beneath my skin. No one had noticed yet.

I glanced back at Alpha Killian, and my heart raced as I spotted him leaving the hall, flanked by a handful of high-ranking Alphas. This was my only chance.

I grabbed the nearest tray from a passing table and moved, head down, into their path, trying to look like just another clumsy servant.

I’d done this a thousand times before, slipping through crowds, brushing close, lifting what I needed to survive. When you’re on the run with nothing but the clothes on your back, survival turns into a skill. One you sharpen with practice. One you can't afford to mess up. I was sixteen when my brother taught me; my innocent self had felt guilty for stealing people's hard-earned silver. My brother made me realize that I had to do what was needed to survive. Just as I was about to do now.

As I stepped into Killian's path, I felt a flutter in my stomach, a sudden awareness of his presence. His scent was intoxicating, like the dark forest after rain, and it made my head spin. I shook it off, focusing on the task at hand.

I bumped into him, my body pressing against his solid frame for a brief, electrifying moment. "Sorry," I muttered, my gaze fixed on the ring. He didn't move, and I bounced off him like he was made of stone. Someone cursed behind me, scolding me for daring to bump into the Alpha, but I was already moving, my fingers brushing against his as I slipped the ring from his finger.

Twist. Lift. Gone.

I had the ring.

My palm tightened around it, and I turned, ready to vanish into the crowd. But his hand shot out and yanked my hood down.

I froze.

The hall seemed to stop breathing.

Killian stared at me, face unreadable, eyes cold and strange, taking in my black hair, pale skin, and wide eyes.

Shit! I had to leave now.

And then someone shouted.

“Thief! She’s a thief!”

I bolted, feet slipping on the polished floor.

But he was faster.

His hand closed around my neck and slammed me back against the wall.

My breath caught.

This was it.

Everyone knew what he could do. Alpha Killian, the alpha of Darkmoor. He would use his gift on me, destroying me with just a touch. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed to the moon, Please let my brother live.

But nothing happened.

Seconds passed. A breath. Another. But I was still whole, breathing, and not screaming in excruciating pain. Confused, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me like I'd just performed some impossible magic trick.

The Alpha beside him frowned deeply. "Why isn't she dead?"

Killian looked just as baffled by that question. Slowly, he released his grip.

I slid down the wall, my legs shaking so badly I could barely stand. My heart felt like it might explode from my chest.

And then the real nightmare began.

A vicious cramp tore through my abdomen, doubling me over. I gasped, clinging to the wall as my knees threatened to give out.

No, no, not here, not now.

The pain struck again, deeper this time, sharper, like molten metal pouring through my veins. My body convulsed against my will, a strangled cry escaping my lips.

The stolen ring slipped from my numb fingers, hitting the floor with a soft chime.

My body betrayed me completely then. Heat exploded through every nerve, every cell, transforming me into something I'd never been before. The suppressants completely were gone from my system, and my omega nature was announcing itself to every alpha in the room.

The sweet, unmistakable scent filled the air—thick with need, impossible to ignore or mistake for anything else but the undeniable call for a worthy mate.

The hall fell into the kind of silence that comes before a storm.

Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and I watched as understanding dawned on their faces. Shock gave way to hunger, civilized masks slipping to reveal the predators underneath, ready to stake their claim.

I pressed myself against the wall, desperate to become invisible, to disappear, to be anywhere but here.

Then Killian's voice cut through the silence like a blade, rough with something that might have been desire or might have been fury.

"Omega."