ALPHA’S HEART, My Haven

Episode-15

Chloe’s Point of View

I sat quietly in my room, staring out of the window as the sun set over the vast lands of our pack. The once beautiful view felt tainted now, like everything else in my life. My mother, Lilian, had called me to her chambers earlier, and I knew it wasn’t going to be good news.

When I walked into her room, she was sitting in her vanity, brushing her hair like she didn’t have a care in the world. But her tone changed the moment she turned to me.

“Chloe,” she began, her voice firm, “it’s time for you to fulfill your duty to this pack.”

I frowned, confused. “What duty?”

She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “You will marry Alpha Damian.”

The name hit me like a slap. Alpha Damian. One of the most feared and ruthless alphas known across the packs. His cruelty was legendary, and his reputation for violence sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

“Alpha Damian?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Isn’t he one of the most wicked alphas out there? Why would you want me to marry someone like him?”

She sighed as if she were already tired of my resistance. “This isn’t about love, Chloe. This is about alliances. Our pack needs his strength.”

I shook my head, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. “After what you did to my Aria, sending her away like that. Are you going to do the same to your own daughter? Are you just going to ruin my life too?”

My voice cracked, and the tears I had been holding back spilled down my cheeks.

“This isn’t about ruining your life, Chloe,” she said sharply. “This is about survival. Your father and I have made this decision, and you will obey.”

“Obey?” I cried, standing up from my seat. “I’m not a pawn to be used to your plans, mother. I wanted to marry Dorian!” I yelled, my voice trembling with anger and heartbreak. “I love him, Mother! From the moment I saw him, I knew he was the one.”

Mother’s cold gaze bore into me, unyielding as always. “Dorian was never good for you, Chloe. Forget about him. This is about what’s best for the pack.”

“What’s best for the pack?” I scoffed, my tears spilling uncontrollably. “You ruined everything! You sent Aria away because of your petty games, and now you’re doing the same to me! Why, Mother? Why does everything have to be about power and alliances?”

Mother sighed and said coldly, “You’re too naive to understand. Damian is the future of this pack, and you will marry him.”

I shook my head, feeling my world crumble around me.“I don’t want to marry him!” I cried.

The door to the room opened, and my father walked in. His towering figure filled the space, and his presence alone was enough to silence me.

“What is going on here?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling through the room.

“She’s refusing to marry Damian,” Lilian explained, her tone exasperated.

Father turned to me, his piercing eyes narrowing. “Chloe, you are our daughter. And as our daughter, you have responsibility for this pack. Do you want to see your people suffer? Do you want to see our pack fall into ruins because of your selfishness?”

“It’s not selfishness!” I argued, though my voice trembled. “I just don’t understand why it has to be him. Of all people, why Damian?”

“Because he is strong, stronger than Dorian,” Lupa replied firmly. “With him as your husband, our pack will be untouchable.”

I wiped my tears, feeling cornered. I didn’t want to marry Damian, but my parents left me no choice.

“Fine,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “If that is what you want.”

Mother's smile showed satisfaction. “Good. He’s waiting in the grand hall.”

I froze. “He’s here?”

“Yes,” Father said, motioning for me to follow. “Now, come along.”

As we walked to the grand hall, I felt like I was being led to my doom. My heart pounded in my chest, and my palms were full of sweat.

When we entered the hall, Alpha Damian. He stood at the far end of the room, his tall, broad frame casting a shadow across the floor. His dark eyes were cold and calculating, and the scar running down the side of his face only added to his menacing aura.

He turned as we approached, his expression unreadable. But when he saw my parents, he offered a polite bow.

“Alpha Lupa, Luna Lilian,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “It’s an honor to be here.”

“The honor is ours,” Lupa replied, shaking Damian’s hand.

I stood there silently, trying to compose myself. Damian’s gaze shifted to me, and I forced a smile, though it felt like my face might c***k.

“Chloe,” Lilian said, motioning for me to sit. “Come, sit beside Alpha Damian.”

I hesitated but did as I was told. The chair next to Damian felt like it was a hundred miles away, but I forced my legs to move and sat down.

Damian’s presence was overwhelming. Even sitting next to him, I could feel the power radiating from him, and it made my stomach churn.

“So,” Damian began, his eyes fixed on me, “this is Chloe.”

“Yes,” mother said, smiling proudly. “Our daughter.”

“She’s beautiful,” Damian said, though his tone was flat.

“Thank you,” mother replied, clearly pleased.

I said nothing, keeping my eyes on the table in front of me.

The conversation quickly turned to the purpose of Damian’s visit, which was our engagement.

“We were thinking of holding the ceremony in three weeks,” Mother said. “That should give us enough time to prepare and send out the invitations.”

“Three weeks is acceptable,” Damian said with a nod.

Father leaned forward. “This union will strengthen both our packs. It’s exactly what we need to ensure our survival.”

“I agree,” Damian said. “Together, we will be unstoppable.”

I clenched my fists under the table, feeling like I was being traded like a piece of property.

Then Damian said something that shocked everyone.

“Since Chloe will be my wife soon,” he began, “I think it’s only right that she comes with me today.”

The room fell silent.

“What?” Mother said, her smile faltering.

“It’s a matter of principle,” Damian explained. “She will be my Luna, and she needs to start understanding her role in my pack.”

Mother glanced at father, her expression uncertain. Even my father looked surprised.

The maids standing at the edges of the room exchanged nervous glances, clearly unsure of what was happening.

“Surely you don’t mean today,” Lupa said carefully.

“I do,” Damian replied firmly. “The sooner she comes, the better.”