The Hybrid’s Redemption: Marked By The True Alpha.

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Kaelen's POV

I was in the middle of a war meeting when Roric walked in with dirt on his boots and a wild look in his eyes.

The map was spread across my table. Small wooden figures marked where the Red Fang pack had been pushing their borders. My warriors were waiting for orders. I had a knife in my hand, pointing at the spot where I planned to strike at dawn.

Roric cleared his throat. "Alpha. We caught someone at the edge of the territory."

I did not look up. "A scout? A spy?"

"A woman. She has the Iron Auction brand on her back. She was running through the woods alone."

I finally lifted my head.

The Iron Auction. That was bad news. Slaves. Criminals. The worst kind of people passed through those doors.

"Put her in the dungeon," I said. "I will question her when I am done here."

Roric hesitated. "Alpha. She is very small. And she looks... sick."

I glared at him. "Did I ask for your opinion?"

"No, Alpha."

"Then do what I told you."

He left. I went back to the map. But something was off. A smell lingered in the air. Sweet. Like honey and rain. It made me pause for a second. Then I shook it off and kept planning.

The meeting ended an hour later. I sent my warriors to their posts. I told my beta to prepare the troops for the morning. And then I walked to the dungeon.

I told myself it was just to look at her. To see what kind of threat she was. To figure out if she was working for the Red Fang or the Prince or someone else.

I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down.

She was on the floor. Curled up in a ball. Her dress was torn and dirty. Her hair was a mess of silver blonde tangles. She was shaking. Not from the cold. From something else. Fever maybe.

I watched her for a long time. She did not move. Did not know I was there.

Her smell hit me again. Stronger now. Honey and rain. It sank into my lungs and made my chest tight. I did not understand it. I did not want to understand it.

I went back to my room. I did not sleep.

That night I went back. And the next night. And the next.

I told Roric I was checking on the prisoner. He did not say anything. He just gave me a look that made me want to punch him.

Every night I stood in the shadows and watched her. She did not eat much. She barely drank. She just lay there. Sometimes she cried. Soft little sounds that made my chest hurt. I wanted to go down there. Pick her up. Take her somewhere warm…I don't know but I kind of feel calm and soft anytime I am with her. It's probably her physique and smallness that makes her so cute.

Oppsss that came out unexpectedly she is just a prisoner! That might be torture to get the truth out of her but the thought of her being tortured alone makes me feel dizzy and makes my heart hurt.

I did not do anything. I stayed in the dark like a coward.

On a night only God knows, I woke up with my c**k so hard it was painful.

The smell. It filled my room. It was stronger than before. Hotter. It smelled like s*x. Like slick. Like a woman in heat. My mouth watered. My fangs dropped. My wolf was clawing at my skin.

I followed it. Barefoot. Wearing only my pants. I moved through the hall like a ghost. The guards did not stop me. They just pressed themselves against the walls and let me pass…doing something I understand I know no wolf could resist that delicious smell.

I got to the dungeon and I stopped breathing.

She was on her back. Her dress was pushed up to her waist. Her legs were spread wide. Her hand was moving between her thighs. Fast. Desperate. Her fingers were slick and shiny in the torchlight. She was wet. So wet. I could see her juices dripping down her ass. Pooling on the stone floor.

Her other hand was gripping her own hair. Pulling. Her back was arched. Her mouth was open. A string of drool ran from her lip down her cheek.

She looked ruined. Broken. Like she had been through hell.

And I wanted her so bad I could not think straight.

Her fingers moved faster. She was rubbing her c**t in tight circles. Her hips were jerking off the floor. She moaned. A broken sound. "Please. Please. Julian."

Julian. That name. I wanted to kill whoever that was.

She shoved two fingers inside herself. I heard the wet sound. I saw her body clench around them. She was f*****g herself on her own hand. Crying. Begging. Her face was red and wet with tears.

I grabbed my c**k through my pants. Squeezed. I was leaking precum. My pants were getting wet.

She came with a sob. Her whole body shook. Her back arched off the floor. Her fingers curled inside her. Her thighs clamped together. A gush of wetness ran out of her. I watched it drip down her skin. I watched her chest heave. I watched her go quiet.

My wolf screamed. Mate. Mate. MATE…I have actually been hearing it but i was too fixated on her cunt that I didn't pay attention but now that she's done I was going crazy at the mention of that word I haven't heard in years.

I stumbled back. No. No. I could not have a mate. My first mate died because of me. My baby died because of me. I was poison. I was darkness. I would kill her too.

But my wolf did not care. He pushed me forward. He made my feet move. I walked into the cell. I stood over her. She was passed out. Her hand was still between her legs. Her face was peaceful for the first time since I saw her.

I picked her up.

She weighed nothing. Her head fell against my chest. Her skin was so hot. Burning.

The Rejection Heat…this can only be the rejection heat.

Then the name she said came again…Julian

That must have been the bastard that rejected this beauty.

Her body thought she was dying because her mate rejected her. And in a way, she was.

I carried her up the stairs. Through the hall. Past Roric, who opened his mouth to speak and closed it when he saw my face.

"Get water," I said. "Hot. And food. Broth. Bread. And clean clothes. Bring them to my chamber."

Roric ran.

I took her to my room. Laid her on my bed. She looked so small against the dark sheets. Her dress was ripped and dirty. I cut it off her with my knife. She did not stir. Her body was pale and soft. Her breasts were full. Her n*****s were pink and hard. Between her legs, her cunt was swollen and red. Slick and open.

I wanted to bury my face there. Taste her. Make her come on my tongue.

But I did not.

I carried her to the bath. The water was warm.

I lowered her in. She made a soft sound. The first sound she had made since I picked her up. I took a cloth and washed her. Her arms. Her shoulders. Her neck. Her breasts. The soap made her skin slippery. My hands shook…it looked like if I held her too much she would break and that made me scared in a weird way.

I washed between her legs. Gently. She did not react. Her cunt was soft and hot. I felt her slick on my fingers. I had to stop and breathe for a second.

I got her out. Dried her. Wrapped her in one of my shirts. It swallowed her. Made her look even smaller.

I carried her back to bed. The maids had brought the water and food. I sat her up. Held the bowl to her lips. She drank a little. Then more. Then she grabbed the bowl with both hands and finished it.

I fed her bread next. Small pieces. She chewed slow. Her hands were shaking so bad she could not hold anything.

When she was done, I laid her down. Pulled the blanket over her. Her eyes were closing. Her breathing got slow.

I sat in the chair beside the bed.

I watched her all night.

For the first time in ten years, I did not want to destroy anything. I just wanted to stay here. Watch her breathe. Keep her safe.

It scared the hell out of me.