DARK LOVE: The Alpha’s Reluctant Mate +21

I am Alpha Damir Stone. My brother is currently in a coma. And the woman responsible for putting him there actually thought she could run. Seren! A mere human, yet deranged enough to harm a werewolf—a walking corpse! Yes, a corpse! Because when I find her, I’m going to rip her head off and tear her into thousands of pieces with my claws. I remember the scent I caught at the scene perfectly. Etching her scent into my memory wasn’t difficult at all. The security cameras clearly showed her arriving at the place and fleeing afterward. I won’t ask why she stabbed my brother. When I find her, I’ll kill her. “Mr. Damir, we found the girl. She’s heading to the airport. What should we do?” “You will bring her to me alive.” “Yes, sir!” As my men rushed out of the headquarters, I leaned back and lit my cigar. I liked this human-made plant. I ruled this city. Humans thought I was some mafia boss lurking in the shadows. But in truth, I was the Alpha—the leader of all werewolves. I had countless women. All of them desperate to give me a child. According to my grandmother, all of it was pointless. My bloodline could only continue through the woman I would be bound to. Although some werewolves weren’t bound to their mates at all. But I was thirty and had never bonded with anyone—neither man nor woman. All I wanted was a little alpha of my own. And if my grandmother was right, I would never become a father until I found the woman destined for me. Leon, one of my men, texted me. They had taken the girl and were on their way to the warehouse. Now it was time for revenge. ⸻ When I entered the warehouse, a heavy stench filled my lungs. But beneath that suffocating smell, I could distinguish a pleasant scent. The scent of a wild rose blooming deep in the forest. It felt like the very scent I had been searching for over the past thirty years. Where was it coming from? As I followed it, I saw the woman sitting tied to a chair, her hands and mouth taped. Strands of hair had fallen messily over her face. I wasn’t going to ask her why she did it. I would simply end her life with my claws. Helplessly enraged, I shifted into my werewolf form. I expected her to scream in terror, to beg, to spill her remorse in desperate sobs. Instead, she lifted her head and looked straight into my eyes. Those fearless eyes met mine—and my claw froze in the air. “Luna…” I whispered without thinking. But how? She was human! She couldn’t be my Luna. And she was the bastard who had put my brother in a coma. I could clearly read the hatred in her eyes. No remorse. No fear. When I shifted back into human form, my men stared at me in shock. “Everyone out!” I roared. They scattered in panic as I tore the tape from the woman’s mouth. “Who are you?” I demanded furiously. I was furious because the last thing I ever wanted was to be bound to a woman like her. Yet the wolf inside me had already begun to howl. I had to fight myself not to grab her and throw her onto a bed right there. But the wolf was stronger. If I didn’t hate her so much, I would’ve already marked her as my Luna. “If you want to kill me, then why did you stop? Who I am doesn’t matter! Kill me! Do it!” “I asked you a question! Who are you!” “Seren. Just Seren.” My fist tightened. Then I grabbed her delicate, slender neck and lifted her into the air in one swift motion. Her face began turning purple. She was going to die—but she didn’t struggle. As she grew unable to breathe, the wolf inside me bared its teeth at me in fury. Suddenly, I shifted again. My grip loosened, and she fell into my arms. She coughed while I instinctively wrapped my furry arms around her. When she came to, she looked at me in confusion—or rather at my werewolf form. “Why didn’t you kill me?” The question was simple. But I didn’t owe her an explanation. It wasn’t me who had stopped—it was my wolf. I pushed her out of my arms and tried to regain control. When I shifted back into a human, it felt like my wolf’s red, protective eyes were still staring at me. It would not allow me to kill her. How could I be bonded to a human? This had to be a mistake. I needed to ask my grandmother. She knew that ancient book by heart—if there was any explanation, she would know it. But right now, I needed to tell this fragile human what awaited her. “I will kill you, Seren. You will die in the most agonizing way possible. Letting you die easily would be unfair to my brother, don’t you think?” For the first time, she looked at me with worry. “What does that mean?” “Has a werewolf ever f****d you before?” Yes—if I f****d her, maybe the wolf inside me would get what it wanted and stop protecting her. Even wolf women couldn’t satisfy me, so the idea that a human could give me pleasure was ridiculous. This bond nonsense was meaningless anyway—my true nature would realize that soon enough.