Alpha Val: His Secret Babies

Spoils for him

The rough ride in the truck finally came to an end. When it stopped, the sudden silence that filled the air also felt as scary as the screaming from before. Issa, who was now handcuffed, was pushed out. This was a totally different place, and she had woken up from the gaze of fainting to cold and sharp air. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she held on to one small, desperate thought: her children. Aries and Athena—they had been discovered by the wolves in their hiding spot and had been brought out to the open.

Now they were still with her, although not beside her; they were huddled beside Lena and a few other women who had survived. Everyone was bruised, shaking, covered in dirt, fresh and dried blood.

This time, though she was bound, her hands were not tied with harsh ropes that cut into her skin. The smooth hard rope tied her wrists in a gentle and almost careful way. Then, instead of being dumped on the ground or tossed back into a truck, she was laid down in something different: a carriage that was made entirely of animal skin and thick and soft furs.

The softness of it felt so out of place—not after everything she had just been through. It made her stomach twist.

Standing right above her was the masked werewolf—the same one who had carelessly tossed her to nowhere. His blue eyes glowed behind the shiny metal mask. He didn’t move. He just stood there like a statue, his strong, tall body giving off a strange calm energy that made Issa’s skin crawl. His breathing was slow and steady, like he wasn’t bothered at all by the chaos they’d just escaped or by the scared, shaking humans who were now under his control.

He seemed untouchable, like nothing could hurt him—and like he didn’t care about the pain he caused.

Even though she was scared, Issa couldn’t stop herself from looking at him. He filled the space around him with this raw, heavy power that made her skin tingle. Even with him standing still, he looked strong and dangerous.

The journey started again. The carriage moved smoothly this time, nothing like the rough truck ride from earlier. Trees and shadows blurred past outside. But Issa couldn’t look away from him. Her eyes followed the shape of his body, the way his muscles moved under his clothes. He hadn’t said a word since. And somehow, she felt like it was better if he was actually talking.

Then, all of a sudden, his hand moved. Slowly and deliberately, he reached up and took off his mask.

Issa’s breath caught in her throat. It was like everything stopped. Time, her heartbeat, everything just paused. Her blood felt like ice. Her vision blurred for a second before sharpening again, zeroing in on the face now uncovered in front of her.

It was him.

That same broad forehead, sharp jawline, strong nose. And his eyes—this time, not gold like she’d seen through the mask, but a bright, ice-cold blue. The blue-eyed Alpha. The one people spoke of like a legend. And now he was standing right in front of her, staring straight at her with no mask to hide who he really was.

He’s real.

He’s the one.

The blue eyes weren't just in her mind after all.

It was real. It was that Alpha from that night.

The truth hit Issa like someone had punched her. Her mind flashed back to that night five years ago—the selection, the soft and gentle way he’d taken her, how loving and tender he had been. He was the father of Aries and Athena. The secret she’d been protecting all this time led straight back to this terrifying, powerful man who was now standing in front of her. His current aura was devoid of anything calm and loving. The Alpha of the Skyhowlers. The brutal Alpha was the man she had somehow longed to meet again.

Her heart was now beating frantically against her ribs. She was still, waiting and searching his face for any sign that maybe he had recognized her or that he remembered her from years back. But there was nothing. His expression was calm and curious, like he was just looking at some stranger.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice deep and quiet, cutting through the tensed air. It wasn’t really cruel, just cool and serious, like he honestly wanted to know. Like she was some interesting puzzle he had just noticed.

Issa’s throat felt dry. She had to stay calm and act like she didn’t know him. She had to act like she was just another scared human. Her life—and her kids’ lives—depended on it.

She looked up at him with wide, blank eyes, forcing herself to breathe slowly, even though she wanted to run. Her mind raced, trying to think of the right words to say, the right tone to sound believable and not expose herself in any way.

He kept watching her, his blue eyes moving slowly across her face, then down to her lips. His gaze dropped to her bound hands and then back to her face. The Alpha’s brow twitched, just a little, like something was bothering him. Like he was trying to remember something that wouldn’t quite come to him.

“I’ve smelled you before,” he said quietly, almost to himself. His voice was low and rough, sending a cold shiver down Issa’s back. He wasn’t accusing her of anything. It was like his instincts knew her scent from somewhere in the past, but his mind hadn’t caught up yet. He wasn’t fully connecting the dots. The memory was there, but it was just out of reach at the moment.

Issa held her breath. Her heart was racing faster than a cheetah. He didn’t remember her. He didn’t remember her face. Nor that night. All he recognized was her scent—a faint memory buried somewhere in his instincts. That thought scared her, but at the same time, it gave her a small bit of hope.

To him, she was just another human. Nothing special. Just part of the crowd.

The carriage rolled to a stop. The Alpha, now without his mask, stood taller in the open air. His power felt even heavier now, almost like the wind itself bent around him. His blue eyes scanned the other women, moving from one frightened face to the next. Then his voice rang out—loud and strong, leaving no room for argument.

“Take them to my chamber,” he commanded, his eyes landing back on Issa. There was something cold and possessive in that look, like she wasn’t a person, just something that belonged to him. He waved his hand in a careless motion.

“They are spoils.”

The word hit Issa like a slap. Spoils? Property.

He didn’t see her as a person. He didn’t know she was the mother of his children. To him, she was just another thing to own, to use. It was a harsh reminder of the cruel world she was trapped in now.

The guards moved to follow his order, pulling the other women to their feet. Issa forced herself to stay calm, to keep her face blank and unreadable. Her eyes flicked toward Aries and Athena, still curled up with the others, their small faces pale with fear.

They were too young to understand the terrible truth—that the man who had just claimed them as spoils was their father, and he didn’t even care.

Issa clenched her jaw.

“Move,” the guards commanded, their voice stiff with authority.