Alpha Magnus

Chapter 4:If I Let You, I Might Fu*ck You

Magnus Thorn POV

"I killed my mate, and now the Moon Goddess sent me another."

My mate had been dead for a long time. I thought the Moon Goddess no longer cared about me. But she sent me a new mate… a woman who shattered my world.

When my eyes fell on her, I felt my heart, the part I thought had died long ago, jump for a moment.

It wasn’t the shock of beauty that stopped me… it was weakness.

That pure, naked weakness, soaked with fear and brokenness, which she wrapped around herself like a shield that protected nothing.

And I… I show no mercy to the weak.

But she wasn’t weak in the way I was used to. There was something… something God cursed just for me.

I had seen hundreds of women. A thousand bodies, a thousand faces.

But this one? Mira? It was as if she was born to be a curse on my soul.

Her beauty wasn’t just tempting. It was provocative.

Her blue eyes asked for no mercy… they warned me.

As if saying, "Come closer… and drown."

I stepped closer.

And I didn’t want to survive.

I lifted my hand slowly, gripped her small jaw with my rough hand, testing if she was real or a hallucination my shattered mind created.

I forced her to look at me, and when she did… I forgot everything else.

She was scared, yes, but beneath that fear… was fire.

Was it hatred’s fire? Or the fire of life? I didn’t know.

But I knew one thing: I wanted her.

I wanted to break her… no… I wanted to understand her.

And to possess her. Every part, every scream, every shiver.

I whispered, voice merciless: "Do you want to survive?"

She answered, a sound like a whimper: "Yes…"

I felt something pulling me closer, as if every atom of her begged… not for my mercy… but for my madness.

I leaned close to her ear, whispered things unspoken, humiliating, terrifying: "If I let you, I might f**k you… I might consider a solution… might set you free."

She froze in my hands, eyes wide with shock.

I saw tears gather… but she didn’t cry, not a single drop.

And then… I realized I would never forget her.

Then came the slap. She slapped me, and in her weakness, she shocked me.

It wasn’t pain that woke me… but defiance.

The insults she threw in my face cut like a blade—not hurting, but awakening. I had released her hand, but she was bold enough to stand in front of me and slap me.

I could crush her. I could make her beg at my feet. But I… was fascinated.

I looked at her, cheeks flushed with anger, not fear.

Her lips trembled… not from terror, but from burning fire.

I smiled… for the first time.

But it wasn’t a man’s smile. It was a wolf’s smile, seeing prey try to bite.

"Well done, Mira."

"Now, I am truly eager to see how long you’ll stay intact… here in this cursed prison, you will suffer hell."

I stepped closer, studying her trembling, her defiance, her femininity she didn’t even know she possessed.

Then I whispered, letting my breath brush her neck: "You will pay for your rebellion… I will make you regret every word. Every night… every day… you will remember my name… as you cry."

But the truth I wouldn’t admit even to myself…

was that I was the one who would remember her.

I was the one who would suffer each night, thinking a girl like her… remained unbroken.

I forgot the case, the prison, the criminals, and my personal reason for standing here. She had captivated me, and everything beneath my chest was alive, my heart in pieces.

Today, I have hundreds of lovers and women running after me, yet I am still a slave to the memory of my former mate. Now I discovered I had a small mate, a fierce cat who entered my world.

Being a harsh Alpha and leader of the wolf organization had made me lose my Luna, the one I killed with my own hands. And today I face my mate again—but she is an enemy. I must know her connection to Max.

I stepped closer… then another step.

I felt her close, her trembling breaths filling the room, making my heart stir in a way it hadn’t since my mate’s death.

I lifted my hand, gripped her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look at me.

Her blue eyes trembled… and her fear was clear… cutting me like a knife.

But I show no mercy to the fearful.

I asked her in a low, sharp voice, as if cutting steel: "What is your connection to Beta Max?"

She shivered.

Her trembling was visible. I could see it, feel it in every tiny movement of her body.

I narrowed my eyes, my voice colder: "Is he your lover?"

She didn’t answer. Her silence… enraged me.

I stepped closer, smaller than she could resist, whispering another threat: "Your lover?"

She looked at me, tears shining, lips trembling… yet she didn’t step back.

Then came my deadliest voice, the one that makes any other wolf obey:

"Or just a w***e spending time with him in a shady hotel?"

She gasped, pained, broken… her whole body shivering under my hands.

Pride… cold… fear… and the truth that she was an Alpha’s daughter, a girl who knew nothing of wrong.

I stared at her long, reading every movement, every blink, every crack in her composure.

Then I whispered, quieter than ever: "Tell me."

She lifted her head with difficulty, eyes meeting mine, voice trembling: "I… love Max."

"But what was between us never passed friendship… I didn’t know what he does… didn’t know why he’s against you."

I placed my hand on her cheek, closer… to feel her, to see everything in her.

I swallowed, and said in a steady voice, leaving no room for argument: "I am Alpha Magnus Thorn."

I stepped closer, forehead touching hers, listening to every tremble within her.

"I am the law of this pack."

She paused slightly, and I knew she felt the awe.

Then I said in a cold voice, heavy in the air:

"And the law says: what I choose… I take."

"Everything here… belongs to me, Mira Ashford."