The Alpha Heat
258 Words
The moon hung low and full, casting a silver sheen over the dense woods of the Shadowfang Pack territory. The wind was sharp with the scent of pine, blood… and her.
Alpha Seth paused near the treeline, his golden eyes narrowing as his wolf surged beneath his skin. He had smelled her before—faintly, fleetingly—but now the scent was thick, tangible. She was close.
He shifted, the last remnants of fur vanishing as his skin reformed. His bare chest glistened with sweat, muscles taut, eyes scanning the darkness.
And then, she stepped into the clearing.
She moved like midnight—dark curls cascading over her shoulders, eyes glowing faintly with something feral. Her bare feet were dirty, her cloak torn, but she held herself like royalty. Or something wilder.
“Rogue,” Seth growled.
Her smile was all teeth. “Alpha.”
Electricity snapped between them. His wolf roared inside him, not in rage—but in recognition.
Mine.
But she didn’t bow. She didn’t submit. She met his gaze, defiant and unyielding.
“You’re trespassing,” he said, stepping closer.
“You’re watching,” she countered, arching a brow.
The tension ignited like fire. And then—
She turned to run.
And he chased her.
Through the trees, through the dark, through the wild.
When he caught her, it wasn’t a fight.
It was a claiming.
And the moon watched as Alpha Seth took the rogue beneath the trees, heat and hunger devouring restraint.
He didn’t just take her body.
He marked her soul.
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