ALPHA'S BANISHED MATE

THE DANCE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

The loud music, the laughters, cheering of the wolves slowly faded as I stood frozen. Everything else blurred except him.

His eyes.

Silver.

Sharp as moonlight.

Locked onto mine.

And I couldn’t look away.

I should have turned.

I should have run.

But my feet betrayed me.

Step by step, he moved toward me. Each movement deliberate. Controlled. Powerful. Like he owned the earth beneath his boots.

I heard my wolf growled inside me, restless yet captivated.

He stopped a few feet away, his height forcing me to tilt my head slightly to meet his gaze. His broad chest rose slowly beneath the dark cloak draped over his shoulders, the faint scent of pine and something darker—a scent I couldn’t name—wrapped around me.

I felt light-headed. My breathing too shallow.

Say something, Ava. Say anything.

But no words came.

He extended his hand.

No name.

No greeting.

Just the quiet invitation.

I hesitated.

And then I placed my trembling fingers in his palm.

I felt sudden heat rushing through me as out skin touched. He held me firmly but careful as if he knows he could break me if he wasn’t careful.

He led me forward, silent.

We stepped into the center of the crowd. They happily gave way to us. The music changes into a slow, pulsing beat. The rhythm awoken a different kind of pleasure in me.

He turned to face me fully now.

One hand slid carefully around my waist, the other holding mine, fingers laced together.

I felt his strength in every point of contact.

Not threatening.

Not forcing.

Just soft warmth on my skin.

Dominant. Quietly commanding.

My throat tightened as he drew me closer.

“You’re trembling,” he said softly, his voice was low but s****l.

“I’m not,” I whispered, lying.

He didn’t argue.

Instead, he began to move.

A slow, steady rhythm. His steps guiding mine, leading me as if we’d danced together all our lives. I didn’t think. I didn’t fight.

I followed.

Every movement made me blush. My heart beat faster every time I felt the warmth of his skin against mine

I was aware of every inch of him.

His strength.

His control.

His quiet power.

I tried to focus on the dance. On the music. On anything except my body that is leaning towards him or his fragrance that keeps arousing everything I thought i couldn’t feel anymore.

His fingers tightened around my waist subtly, pulling me closer.

“You’re running from something.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Silence.

A moment passed.

He smiled softly and said, “Don’t run from me.”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know who he was.

But somehow, I felt at peace. I felt like I found what I was looking for all my life.

I looked up, unable to stop myself.

And in that moment, under the moon light , I wanted him to kiss me.

Not because I needed it.

But because I wanted it.

I wanted to forget who I was.

What I was.

I wanted to be his for just a moment.

I swayed into him. His chest pressed against mine, our bodies moving in sync in slow rhythm. His hand, heavy and warm at the small of my back, kept me from slipping.

He lowered his head.

I felt his breath against my skin.

But he didn’t kiss me.

Instead, he whispered softly into my ears.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured.

I let out a shaky breath. “Why?”

“Because I shouldn’t want you.”

The music slowed further, fading behind the pounding of my pulse. My body was no longer mine. It was heat, and fire, and the overwhelming need to stay in his arms.

He spun me suddenly, pulling me back against his chest. His hand flattened over my stomach, holding me there as my back pressed to his chest.

His dominance wasn’t in words.

It was in touch.

In silence.

In the way he held me like he had every right to.

And I let him.

Because for the first time in my life, I wanted to surrender.

The song ended.

But he didn’t let go.

Neither did I.

Finally, I whispered, “Who are you?”

He paused for a moment, then replied softly:

“No one you’ll remember.”

But I knew that was a lie.

Later that night, when the music faded, everyone had left one after the other. Everywhere had turned quiet suddenly.

It was just the both of us, standing under the moon light. He held my hand softly, taking me with him.

So I followed him quietly because my body needed to.

Because my soul was already bound.

We found a clearing beyond the party lights. Silent. Secluded.

He sat beside me beneath the trees, the moonlight silvering the lines of his jaw beneath the mask.

I wanted to ask him to take it off or just kiss me till my lips can’t take it anymore.

But I didn’t.

Instead, we sat in silence.

And when he reached out and took my hand, i felt my heart racing at full speed.

There were no words. No promises. No questions.

He just slowly brushed his lips against mine. It was soft and short. My body crave for more so badly.

I think he could feel that too because without thinking, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a deeper kiss.

I felt fire burn in my stomach.

It was happening and worse, it was happening fast.

His lips were no longer on mine, he had gone lower.

I felt his fingers teasing the tip of my n*****s as his lips were busy kissing my neck.

I gasp silently. I couldn’t take it any more but it seemed he was just starting.

He pulled me against the tree softly. The moon shined brightly on me.

I stood naked. His eyes scanning every inch of my body.

I closed my eyes, feeling embarrassed.

My only consolation was that my face was masked and so was his. It could hide the embarrassment on my face.

His stare was killing me, I needed to distract myself with something. “I….I’m…” before I could finish, he covered my mouth with his lips, pressing me against the tree with his body.

I had barely registered that when he gently lifted my legs above his waist.

That was it…. I just knew I was finished.

He thrust slowly inside me at first but then pulled out. He looked at my eyes as if he was waiting for my permission.

That was the perfect moment to stop everything but I couldn’t.

I let my body take full control.

I pulled him closer, kissing him deeply. That was all he needed.

This time he thrusted in deeper, I could feel his hardness inside me.

I screamed in pain but he didn’t stop.

I didn’t want him to stop.

As much as it hurts, I loved every part of it.

We had lasted quite a while there. I must have drifted to sleep, because when I opened my eyes—

He was gone.

The space beside me was cold.

I sat up, heart pounding, eyes scanning the trees.

Nothing.

No footsteps.

No scent.

Just silence.

I felt a sudden emptiness as I stared at where he laid beside me.

I was back to reality. I had slept with a stranger and now he was gone.

I laughed softly. What was I expecting?

And just like that... I was alone again.

A sharp c***k of branches jolted me.

I stood up fast.

And then I saw them.

My father’s men.

Five wolves in black suits.

Their faces were blank. Merciless.

“Ava Nightwind,” the lead warrior barked, stepping forward. “You are ordered to return. By command of the Alpha.”

I stumbled back, shaking my head. “Please. Not yet.”

Two of them advanced.

I tried to run.

I didn’t get far.

Their hands clamped onto my arms, forcing me still.

“No!” I screamed, thrashing wildly. “Let me go!”

I cried out, twisting, pulling, trying to summon strength I didn’t have.

But it was no use.

The warriors dragged me back toward the border.

Away from the forest.

Away from the night.

Away from him.