Alpha Val: His Secret Babies

A Night With Ruthless

Her new reality became clear the moment they shoved her into a large room with grey stone walls. Three other human women were already there, their faces laced with tiredness and hopelessness.

“Strip,” a female guard ordered, her voice hard and emotionless.

Issa froze for a second, her body tensed. Strip? It’s been ages since she last heard that word. Strip. But when someone shoved her roughly from behind, she knew she didn’t have a choice.

She watched the other women, their faces blank and void of emotions, start pulling off their torn clothes. Issa did the same. She had no reason to hesitate; she let her worn-out clothes fall to the floor. Now they all stood there, naked and exposed, completely helpless in front of their captors.

Then a guard came with water. The buckets of ice-cold water were dumped over them without warning. It was freezing, like being hit with a block of ice. The shock made Issa gasp, but the guards didn’t react. They didn’t care.

Issa already knew from her years in the wolves’ world that it really doesn’t mean they wanted them to be clean. They just wanted to exercise their control over humans—to show that they were superior.

“The Alpha will come to make his choice,” another guard said, sounding bored. “And you will be presented to him. You have to be clean. You have to be ready.”

Once the rough ‘bath’ was over, the women were given new clothes. But not regular clothes. They were dressed in silky robes that clung tightly to their bodies, showing every visible curve there is. The fabric was soft, almost too soft, but it felt strange and wrong against Issa’s skin. She knew it wasn’t meant for comfort. It was a reminder that she wasn’t seen as a person anymore. She was now property. A common property.

Her hair, which was still wet from the bath, was left loose and falling over her shoulders. She wasn’t sure of what would happen the next minute. She wasn’t sure of why the Alpha would want to pick them. Or why she was even chosen amongst the four needed women in the first place.

Then her thought snapped back. It was the scent. That damn wolf's nose. That clung to every damn scent like its life depended on it. Her mind wandered to Aries and Athena. She wondered where they were kept and if they were safe.

“They are with Lena, she will keep them safe,” her brain whispered to her.

They waited in the vast room. The air in the room felt heavier with every passing second. No one spoke, not even to each other. None of them moved. Time seemed to be stretching longer and longer as they waited for the moment they all feared—when the Alpha would come to make his choice.

Issa’s stomach twisted. Her hands felt cold and shaky. It reminded her too much of that terrible experience from years ago, and the night that had changed her life forever.

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That night, Val felt the usual mix of excitement and quiet satisfaction. The battle had been victorious, and once again the Skyhowlers had soared. He had won. The land was his now.

But something else tugged at the back of his mind; it was something that he couldn’t quite name.

The human women, the spoils of the war. It was expected that he would choose one amongst them. Part of showing his power. It was more like a ritual, proving he was in control.

He walked into the room set aside for the ritual. Right away, his senses picked up on the sharp mix of smells: human scent and too much heavy perfume. Something he hated so much. Disgusting.

Four women stood in a row, their heads bowed down, not looking at him. They all wore the same silky robes, their hair washed, and their skin cleaned.

Val’s eyes moved over them, cold and distant. To him, they were all just part of the prize. He’d seen fear in a thousand faces before. None of these women stood out. Like every single one of them he had taken after wars, there was nothing special about them.

But then, his nose caught something. A faint scent beneath all the heavy perfume. It was… something different. Something familiar yet so—

It was her.

The woman from earlier. The slave.

The one who had made something inside him stir in a way he didn’t understand. His wolf reacted too, letting out a low, curious growl deep in his chest.

What is it about her? he thought, wildly searching his brain for answers.

He moved toward her—slow and steady, each step deliberate. The other women faded into the background. Right now, he only saw her.

She kept her head down, her body stiff. She was a little tensed, but she wasn’t shaking like the others. That was different. It was strange. Every single one of them, every time, had always been shaky, weak, like they wanted to dissolve into the earth. He liked it. Weakness had always annoyed him.

Then he leaned in slightly and breathed her in again. Sniff… slow and deep, letting her scent fill his lungs.

“Familiar,” his wolf growled.

The word echoed quietly in his mind. It wasn’t the kind of familiar he felt around pack members or other Alphas. He had many spoils, but… this scent he couldn’t—he couldn’t place his finger on it. This was different. It stirred something deeper inside of him, something his wolf felt too.

Val frowned, his brows pulling together as he tried to figure it out. He knew every scent from his past—every human, every fight, every victory. But her? There was something about her that made a quiet memory flicker just out of reach, like trying to remember a dream after waking up.

Is my head playing tricks on me again? he thought, subtly frustrated.

He pushed the feeling down, forcing his thoughts to clear. There was no real reason for this woman—a mere slave, who was nothing—to affect him like that. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her before, back when everything was chaotic. That had to be the reason.

His eyes studied her face closely. Cold and careful. There were no emotions. Her features seemed plain, there was nothing special compared to the others. Just soft and, of course, forgettable.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice low and firm. It wasn’t a question. It was an Alpha’s command.

Slowly, Issa lifted her head. Her wide, dark eyes met his. He saw fear there, but under it—something else. A kind of weak but stubborn defiance he didn’t expect. Something raw and unbroken. That caught his interest.

He reached out. His hand moved slowly, on purpose. He wasn’t rushing. He needed to feel her, to confirm what his senses were telling him. His fingers brushed along her jaw, feeling the smooth, warm skin under his touch. Softer than he expected for a human who’d lived wild.

Her scent was strongest here—clean, sweet, different from the fake perfumes and fear around her.

His thumb traced over her lower lip, soft and full. He felt the tiny shudder her body made, the fast beat of her heart beneath his fingers. But her eyes stayed on his, full of both fear and something else—something he couldn’t quite name. Like she knew something he didn’t.

Val pulled his hand back suddenly. The feeling from before—the strange pull toward her—shook him for a second, but then it faded. His usual focus returned. He was Alpha. She was just one of his spoils.

He would figure out why she felt familiar later, when things weren’t so busy and his head was clearer.

Turning to the two female guards nearby, Val spoke calmly, his voice firm:

“Dismiss them,” he ordered, glancing at the other three women. His look alone told them they didn’t matter to him anymore.

Then, without looking at Issa again, he gave his final command:

“Dress her properly for the night. I’m having her.”