CHAPTER TWO
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Ivy didn’t remember falling asleep.
But she remembered the sound of Asher’s voice, low in her ear after he kissed her for the second time.
“I told you,” he’d whispered. “I’m not safe.”
She hadn’t cared.
Now, hours later, she was jolted awake by the sound of shattering glass.
She threw the covers back, heart pounding, body still aching from his touch.
It was still dark. Somewhere around 3 a.m. The estate was silent. Too silent.
Until she heard the growl.
Not from a dog.
Not human.
Low. Deep. Echoing through the walls.
Her bare feet moved silently across the marble as she crept into the hallway, robe clutched tightly. Every instinct told her to go back. But something else inside her — curiosity, need, hunger — pushed her forward.
She turned the corner near the west wing.
And froze.
The hallway was dark except for the flickering security lights.
Blood smeared the white wall.
And there — standing at the end of the corridor — was a figure.
Huge. Broad. Bare-chested.
And his eyes... glowing. Silver.
Asher.
His back was to her. But she recognized the way his muscles coiled beneath skin. He was breathing heavy. His knuckles were stained.
On the floor behind him — two men. Unconscious. Maybe worse.
She didn’t speak. She didn’t move.
But he turned anyway. As if he’d known she was there all along.
His gaze locked onto her, and for a moment, Ivy saw something else in him.
Something not human.
His jaw was tight. His hands were still curled into fists. His chest rose and fell like a beast barely leashed.
“Ivy,” he growled. “You need to go back to your room. Now.”
“What happened?” she asked, voice trembling.
He stalked toward her. Slowly. Like a predator.
“They broke into the estate,” he said. “Russian syndicate. Sent a warning.”
“To you?”
“To all of us.”
She swallowed hard. “What are you?”
He stopped right in front of her. His breath was hot on her face.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes,” she said. “No more lies.”
He reached for her hand. Placed it flat against his chest.
His skin burned hot.
And beneath it — she could feel it — something alive. Something pulsing.
Then he leaned down and whispered against her lips:
“I’m a wolf, Ivy.”
She gasped. But he didn’t stop.
“I was born to a bloodline that rules the northern territories. Wolves that shift beneath the moon. Wolves who lead packs and destroy enemies. Wolves who never take mates... unless they’re chosen by the bond.”
She stared at him, frozen.
“You’re not just dangerous,” she whispered. “You’re...”
He leaned in. “I’m the one thing your body wants... and your mind fears.”
Then he kissed her again.
Hard.
Faster this time. Rougher.
She didn’t resist.
She couldn’t.
Her fingers gripped his back as he lifted her, carrying her into the nearest room and kicking the door shut.
She was on the bed in seconds.
His mouth was everywhere — her collarbone, her throat, the swell of her breasts.
Her robe was gone. So was his self-control.
And when his teeth grazed her skin — almost biting — she gasped.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered.
“I’m holding back,” he groaned. “You don’t know how much I want to claim you.”
“Then do it.”
“No.” He pulled back. “Because once I do... you’re mine. Forever.”
Ivy didn’t hesitate.
“Then take me, Asher.”
And he did.
The room was pitch black.
Only the sound of heavy breathing and the rustling of silk sheets filled the silence.
Ivy lay beneath him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her breath caught between moans and gasps.
Asher’s lips traced fire across her neck, down her collarbone, his hands rough on her hips, holding her in place like he was afraid she might disappear.
“You feel that?” he rasped, voice barely human.
Her fingers tangled in his hair. “Yes…”
“That’s not just desire.”
His eyes glowed silver again. His skin burned against hers.
“That’s the bond,” he whispered. “The moment I touched you… it started forming.”
She trembled. “The mating bond?”
His jaw clenched. He was barely holding on.
“I fought it. I tried to resist. But your scent… your voice… your soul, Ivy…” His forehead pressed against hers. “You’re mine.”
The words hit her harder than his touch.
And then he was inside her.
All the way.
Stretching, filling, claiming.
Her back arched, mouth falling open, no sound escaping as the air left her lungs in a rush.
Asher growled — a deep, feral sound — and moved with brutal purpose.
Slow at first. Then faster. Harder.
Their bodies collided like a storm.
Like centuries of hunger.
Like the universe had waited until this exact moment to explode.
“You were made for me,” he groaned against her ear, biting her lobe gently.
“And you were made to ruin me,” she whispered back, pulling him deeper.
The bed creaked violently. The headboard slammed.
His hand wrapped around her throat — not choking, just claiming.
Her legs shook. Her core clenched.
He felt it.
“I can feel your body begging for more,” he growled. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she cried, voice breaking. “I’m f***ing yours.”
That was it.
He broke completely.
The wolf inside him howled — not aloud, but in every thrust, every kiss, every bite.
He bit her shoulder — hard. Not enough to draw blood… but enough to mark her.
Ivy screamed in ecstasy as wave after wave crashed over her.
He followed, roaring her name, his release pulsing through her like fire.
And then silence.
Heavy. Sacred.
They lay there — tangled, sweating, breathless.
Neither spoke for minutes.
Until he whispered:
“You’re mine now. No going back.”
She didn’t want to.
Ivy awoke sore, marked, and still wrapped in Asher’s arms. His bare chest rose and fell steadily beneath her cheek. His scent—musky, wild, addictive—lingered on her skin.
But it wasn’t peace she felt.
It was danger. Approaching. Crawling closer.
Asher’s hand slid protectively over her waist.
“You feel it too,” he murmured. Not a question.
She nodded.
Something had shifted.
“I broke the rules,” he said.
She pulled back to look at him.
“What rules?”
He sat up, muscles flexing, scars on his back visible in the light slipping through the curtains.
“I wasn’t supposed to claim a mate. Not now. Not with the blood war returning.”
Her brow furrowed. “What war?”
He looked at her then—raw, tortured, and unguarded.
“There’s more than mafia threats at play. The packs have fractured. And my bond with you?” His hand brushed her marked shoulder. “It’s a declaration. A challenge.”
A knock shattered the moment.
Three sharp taps.
Urgent.
He was already moving, naked but unashamed, throwing on pants before opening the door.
Kade stood there—Asher’s beta, younger, leaner, with sharp eyes and tension written across his posture.
“They’re here,” Kade said. “East pack. And… she’s with them.”
Asher’s face turned to stone.
“Who?” Ivy asked, slipping on a robe.
Kade looked at her, hesitant. “The Alpha King’s daughter. The one he was once promised to. Before you.”
Ivy’s heart stuttered.
Asher’s fists clenched. “This is about territory. Power. And her pride.”
“Is she dangerous?”
“She’s jealous,” Asher muttered. “That’s always more dangerous.”
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The front hall was filled with wolves.
Some in human skin. Some not fully shifted. All tense.
At the center stood a woman. Midnight hair. Ice-blue eyes. Dressed like royalty in leather and fur.
Her name was Calista.
And the moment she saw Ivy step beside Asher, her lips curled into a sneer.
“So,” Calista purred. “This is the human who thinks she’s worthy of our Alpha.”
“I don’t need to think,” Ivy said, chin high. “He marked me. That’s already proof.”
The wolves around them murmured.
Calista’s smile dropped. “Then let her prove herself the old way.”
Asher stepped forward. “Absolutely not.”
“You break tradition?” Calista taunted. “You dishonor the bloodlines?”
“What trial?” Ivy asked, eyes never leaving Calista’s.
“A fight,” Calista said coldly. “Naked. Unarmed. Before the moon.”
Asher growled. “You lay a hand on her, I’ll—”
Ivy stepped forward.
“I’ll do it.”
Asher whipped around. “No.”
She stared into his glowing eyes. “You said I was yours. Let me prove I can survive in your world.”
The courtyard behind the estate had been turned into a ring of blood and tradition. Torches burned in iron sconces, lighting the circle of wolves gathered for the fight.
The moon was full. Watching.
Judging.
Calista stood bare-footed in the ring, wearing nothing but thin fabric that fluttered around her thighs like shadowed silk. Her claws were already out—nails lengthened into razor-sharp tips.
Ivy stood opposite her, heart pounding, nerves coiling like a storm inside her chest.
She wore less. Nothing but her skin, marked faintly with Asher’s bite, glowing faintly under moonlight.
Asher stood outside the circle, growling low.
“This is barbaric,” he muttered.
Kade held him back. “You can’t interfere. If you do, you forfeit her standing. Let her fight.”
“She’s not even turned,” Asher growled. “She’s human.”
“Not for long,” Kade whispered, eyes flicking to Ivy’s mark. “She’s already changing.”
In the ring, Calista bared her teeth. “Still want to pretend you belong here, pet?”
Ivy raised her chin. “Let’s see how royalty bleeds.”
The gong sounded.
Calista lunged.
Ivy dodged barely in time, rolling to the side, scrambling to her feet.
She remembered Asher’s training. Keep your center low. Breathe. Strike soft spots.
Calista came again—fast, cruel.
A swipe across Ivy’s ribs left a shallow slice.
Ivy hissed but didn’t fall.
Instead, she ducked, spun, and slammed her elbow into Calista’s jaw with a sharp crack.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Calista staggered back.
Then shifted.
Fangs elongated. Nails curved into talons. Her skin rippled. Eyes turned blood red.
“She’s breaking the rules!” Kade shouted.
But Ivy stood still.
Watching.
Her own blood ran hot. Her muscles trembled—but not from fear.
From something new.
Heat built in her veins. Her fingers tingled. Her breath turned to steam.
And then—
She moved.
Too fast.
One moment Calista was charging, claws raised—
The next, Ivy vanished—then reappeared behind her, slamming her heel into Calista’s spine and sending her sprawling face-first into the dirt.
Silence fell.
Asher’s jaw dropped.
“She’s shifting,” Kade breathed. “But… she’s still human.”
“No,” Asher whispered. “She’s mine. That bond... it's awakening her wolf.”
Ivy knelt beside Calista’s fallen form.
“Still think I don’t belong here?” she whispered.
Calista bared her teeth. But she didn’t rise.
The Alpha of the East Pack stepped forward. “The challenge is over.”
“She’s passed?” Asher asked.
The Alpha gave Ivy one long, unreadable stare. Then nodded. “She is Alpha-bonded now.”
Ivy turned to Asher. Her body glowed with raw power, still trembling.
“I’m not weak,” she said.
He walked toward her, picked her up in his arms, ignoring the whispers.
“I never thought you were.”
Then he carried her back into the estate.
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