A glass ain't bad
676 Words
Alpha Fenrir’s POV
I was halfway down the stairs when raised voices reached my ears.
Anna’s scent sharpened—controlled, steady—but the other scent was one I knew too well. Queen. A woman who never understood boundaries and thrived on places she was neither welcome nor wanted.
I descended the remaining steps, ready to end the exchange. Disrespect toward my Luna—my future wife—was disrespect toward me, and I would not tolerate it.
But I stopped.
Anna didn’t need me.
Her back was straight, her chin lifted, her voice calm yet firm. No fear. No hesitation. She dismantled Queen’s insults with dignity, placing her firmly back in her lane without raising her voice once. Pride surged through me so fiercely my wolf stirred.
This is my Luna.
When I stepped forward, my presence alone was enough to make Queen retreat. Still, Anna turned to me and gently—but unmistakably—declined my protection.
It stung.
Not because I doubted her strength, but because every instinct in me demanded I shield her from anything unpleasant. Yet, when our eyes met, I understood. She wasn’t rejecting me—she was asserting herself.
Before I could dwell on it, she surprised me.
“Alpha,” she said softly, a playful glint in her eyes, “can I snack with you?”
The request caught me completely off guard.
A laugh rumbled from my chest before I could stop it. Of all the things she could ask for, that was not one of them. Amused—and intrigued—I extended the invitation instead.
“Then you’ll share a drink with me in my office.”
She agreed.
The walk there was… slow.
Anna paused often, discreetly steadying herself, her body still adjusting to changes she refused to complain about. I offered my arm twice. Both times she declined, determined to reach the destination on her own strength.
I admired her stubbornness almost as much as I worried about her fragility.
She refused my room when I suggested it, choosing my office instead.
And somehow, that made the moment feel even more intimate.
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Anna’s POV
Alpha Fenrir’s office was exactly what I expected—commanding, neat, and heavy with authority.
Dark wood shelves lined the walls, ancient pack records and artifacts resting beside modern files. A large desk dominated the room, but my attention wasn’t on the space—it was on him.
He removed his jacket slowly, loosening his collar as if trying to ease tension he refused to acknowledge. His presence filled the room, warm and powerful, yet he moved around me with surprising gentleness.
“Sit,” he said, pulling out a chair—not as a command, but as care.
I obeyed.
He poured a drink for himself and handed me a glass of juice, watching carefully as I took it. His eyes softened when I finally relaxed into the chair.
“You handled Queen well,” he said after a moment.
I shrugged lightly. “I won’t allow anyone to intimidate me anymore.”
His gaze darkened—not with anger, but with pride.
“I saw that,” he replied. “And it took everything in me not to intervene.”
I smiled. “Thank you… for trusting me to handle it.”
Silence settled between us, comfortable and charged. His wolf brushed against mine, a quiet acknowledgment that made warmth bloom in my chest.
“You should have accepted my room,” he said eventually.
I shook my head. “This feels safer. Neutral.”
A slow smirk curved his lips. “You think my office is neutral?”
I laughed softly. “It feels like you—strong, controlled… but thoughtful.”
His expression softened completely then.
“I am proud of you, Anna,” he said. “Not just as my Luna—but as a woman who knows her worth.”
My throat tightened.
In that moment, sitting across from the most feared Alpha, I didn’t feel small or fragile.
I felt seen.
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