Kidnap the Alpha? He’s Obsessed With Me.

The night was pitch black, cold rain drumming down on Brooklyn’s streets. It stung Mia’s face the second it hit. Mia clutched her phone. Her boyfriend’s last text glared at her: “I don’t care if we break up—you’re paying my debt.” Tears mixed with rain streamed down her cheeks. She stumbled along the curb, homeless and lost. She was twenty-five, a social worker at a nonprofit animal shelter for three years. Her salary barely kept her afloat, and she’d skimped every penny to build a home with her boyfriend—the first real home she’d ever wanted. But he cheated on her, dumped her, and left her with a $100,000 debt. Collection calls blew up her phone. Her landlord gave her an ultimatum: pay up by tomorrow, or get evicted. And if she did, the shelter—her whole world—would shut down. The hundreds of strays inside? They’d either be shipped off or put down. The universe was out to get her, plain and simple. She was too soft to hurt an ant, and life was crushing her. She worked two jobs, only to get exploited. She begged friends for help, only to get mocked. Even her boyfriend had run off with her last savings, leaving her to clean up his mess. She wandered aimlessly, mind blank. Before she knew it, she was on the wooded outskirts. Rain soaked her to the bone, and she shivered uncontrollably. She was about to collapse, tears ready to burst, when a faint whimper cut through the storm. It wasn’t a cat, not a regular dog—weak, but with a ferocity that made her heart clench. As a shelter worker, she knew that sound. Mia bit her lip, forced herself to stand, and followed the sound deeper into the woods—each step heavier than the last. The farther she went, the clearer the whimper. Under an old oak tree, she found it—a beast with thick dark brown fur, bigger than a German Shepherd, its front left leg gushing blood. Rain made it look pitiful, but its wild, menacing aura stayed strong. “Poor baby, did someone hurt you?” Mia’s heart softened, pushing her grief aside. She inched closer, hand outstretched. “Don’t be scared. I’ll take you back, get you help—okay?” She thought it was just a stray—abandoned, beaten, helpless. Who’d expect a real wolf to be lurking on Brooklyn’s outskirts? But this was Eliot—the Alpha Wolf King, ruler of the clan, feared by all. Days ago, his own kind betrayed him. He was badly hurt, powerless, stuck in wolf form, curled up in shame and agony. Eliot wanted to snarl, but pain pinned him to the ground. He could only stare at the girl—soaked to the bone, red-eyed, her scent clean and gentle, no malice at all. That kindness made his tense nerves relax, if only a little. It didn’t resist, so Mia knelt closer, careful of its wound, and touched its head. It didn’t pull away. Instead, it nuzzled her fingertips—soft, needy, like it trusted her. Mia’s heart warmed. She stroked its fur, voice soft. “Good boy, hang in there. I’ll get you back to the shelter, bandage your leg, and get you food—okay?” She summoned all her strength, lifted it, slung it over her shoulders, and stumbled toward the path. A few steps in, it went limp, head resting on her shoulder. Its warm breath fanned her neck, a faint metallic scent—but not unpleasant. It calmed her. She patted its back, like she did with scared strays. Rain poured harder, turning the path to mud. Her clothes were freezing, arms aching, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She knew—leave it here, and it’d die from pain or become prey. Just like her, trapped, clinging to this tiny hope—a wounded “stray.” Eliot stayed quiet the whole way—no struggling, no growling, just faint whimpers, like he was holding on, or answering her. His head rested on her shoulder, his warm body pressed to hers. That warmth seeped into his frozen heart—a feeling he’d never known, not in all his years as king. He breathed in her scent—clean, gentle, free of malice. It moved him. She was different from every human he’d ever met: soft, yet unbreakably tough. She could barely keep herself afloat, yet she was determined to save him, a complete stranger. Mia fought to carry it back to the shelter. It was pitch black, only emergency lights glowing. The hallway was empty, stray whimpers echoing, making it lonelier. She supported it to the infirmary, fumbled for supplies, and started treating its wound. “This might hurt,” she whispered, cutting away fur to reveal the gash. It was deep—no stick could have done this. A sharp weapon, torn edges, brutal, like it was meant to kill. Mia’s heart raced, unease prickling. But it looked so weak, she pushed the thought away. She disinfected the wound. It tensed, growling low, but didn’t hurt her—just stared at her with amber eyes, no anger, just sadness. Mia’s heart ached. She moved even softer, murmuring apologies. “I’m sorry, almost done. You’ll feel better soon.” Her fingers brushed its fur gently, and Eliot relaxed, resting his head on her knee, his breathing slowing. He nuzzled her hand, as if thanking her for her kindness. He stayed quiet while she bandaged him, amber eyes fixed on her—even in wolf form, those eyes were his. He watched her serious face, her furrowed brows, the way she paused when she hurt him. He ached for her—this silly girl, her life in shambles, yet worrying about him. When she finished, she collapsed, gasping for air. She looked at it, curled up, breathing steady. Tears fell again. She stroked its fur, voice hoarse but tender. “You can stay here. I’ll take care of you, feed you, until you’re better—just like the others.” It lifted its head, nuzzled her palm, then licked her fingertips—careful, like it was comforting her, promising to stay. Mia’s heart melted. She pulled its head into her arms, chin on its head, voice cracking. “We’ll look out for each other, okay? I’ll protect you, and you… stay with me?” Eliot didn’t make a sound, just nuzzled her chest, like he agreed. She had no idea she was holding the wounded but deadly Wolf King, Eliot. No idea this rescue would change her life—and tear the wolf clan apart. Eliot closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of her fingertips. A faint smile tugged at his wolfish mouth. His power was returning—soon, he’d shift back to his human form. And this girl who’d saved him, who’d taken him home like a stray? He’d never let her go. Those who betrayed him, who owed him—he’d make them pay. But her? This soft, silly girl? He’d protect her, dote on her, make her happy. She was the only one crazy enough to take Wolf King Eliot home and bandage his wounds. Mia didn’t know her kindness was etched into his heart. All she knew: tomorrow, debt collectors would come, she’d have to save the shelter, and take care of this “big dog.”She stroked its head, smiling. “Rest, good boy. I’ll get you warm water and food—nothing fancy, but it’ll fill you.” She stood to leave, and its teeth gently closed around her wrist. It was so light— Just a gentle hold, no pain—only reluctance in its eyes. Mia chuckled, patting its head. “I’ll be right back. I won’t leave you.” Eliot let go, watching her back. His amber eyes blazed with obsessive possessiveness. Looking at it, her despair faded. Maybe she wasn’t done for. Maybe this “big dog” would save her. Night deepened, and the strays in the shelter drifted off to sleep. Only the emergency light glowed faintly, lighting her tired but gentle face, and the “big dog” beside her—docile-looking on the surface, but oozing untamed power beneath. When Mia fell asleep, the “big dog” snapped its eyes open. Docility was gone—only hatred and obsession swirled. Its gaze was cold as a snake’s, chilling to the bone.