Bound by the Alpha

Chapter 6:into the unknown

Selena stood frozen beneath the towering oak, Damian’s words echoing in her mind. There’s no going back. The weight of his ultimatum pressed down on her, suffocating yet electrifying. She had spent the past few days trapped in uncertainty, but now, standing before him, she knew—a choice had to be made.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, her pulse hammering in her ears. “I need time,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city.

Damian exhaled slowly, his golden eyes searching hers for something—perhaps hope, perhaps resolve. “Time is the one thing we don’t have, Selena.”

Frustration flared within her. “You’re asking me to decide the rest of my life in a single moment.” She took a step back, needing space, clarity. “I don’t even know what staying means. What it really means.”

Damian hesitated, and for the first time, she saw something flicker in his gaze—uncertainty, vulnerability. He wasn’t just protecting her from the rival pack; he was protecting her from himself.

“If you stay,” he said, his voice rough with emotion, “you become part of this world. My world. There’s no halfway, no pretending to be a normal human while keeping one foot in the shadows.” He ran a hand through his dark hair, his frustration evident. “I need you to understand what you’d be stepping into. Because if you choose this—choose me—there’s no leaving.”

His words sent a chill through her, not from fear, but from the sheer gravity of what he was saying. This wasn’t just about danger. It was about belonging. About becoming something more than what she had ever imagined.

Silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken truths. Finally, Damian sighed, shaking his head as if he was at war with himself. “Come with me.”

Selena frowned. “Where?”

He extended a hand. “If you’re going to make this choice, you need to see what it means.”

She hesitated, staring at his outstretched hand. Every instinct screamed at her that this was the moment. The moment that would define everything. With a deep breath, she placed her hand in his.

His warmth enveloped her instantly, a steady, grounding presence. He pulled her closer, his voice a whisper against the cool evening air. “Trust me.”

And she did.

They rode through the city in Damian’s sleek black car, the tension between them thick but unspoken. Selena watched as the familiar streets of New York blurred past, slowly giving way to an area she had never ventured into before—a place where the city lights dimmed, and the air felt heavier, more charged.

“Where are we?” she asked as they turned onto a secluded road, trees lining the path like silent sentinels.

“Safe territory,” Damian answered. “My pack’s stronghold.”

A thrill of apprehension shot through her. She had imagined what Damian’s world looked like—a world of wolves and warriors, bound by ancient laws and primal instincts—but nothing could prepare her for what she was about to step into.

The car came to a slow stop in front of an old, industrial-looking building. The structure was massive, its brick walls standing tall against the night sky. Despite its worn exterior, there was an undeniable sense of strength, of history, embedded in its very foundation.

Damian turned off the engine and glanced at her. “Are you ready?”

No. She wasn’t. But she nodded anyway.

They stepped out, the cool night air biting at her skin. As they approached the building, the heavy metal door creaked open before Damian even reached it.

Selena barely had a moment to process before she saw them—wolves.

Not literal wolves, but men and women who carried themselves with a raw, untamed energy, their eyes sharp and assessing as they took her in. Some stood with arms crossed, others leaned against walls, but all of them were watching.

Selena swallowed hard. This is it. This is his world.

“Damian,” a deep voice called from the shadows. A man stepped forward—tall, broad, with piercing blue eyes that contrasted sharply against his dark skin. His presence radiated authority, second only to Damian’s.

“Xander,” Damian acknowledged, his tone neutral.

Xander’s gaze flicked to Selena. “So, this is her?”

Selena stiffened under the weight of his scrutiny. “Her has a name,” she muttered, lifting her chin.

A slow smirk tugged at Xander’s lips. “Feisty. I like her.”

Damian shot him a warning glance before turning back to Selena. “Come on. There’s someone I want you to meet.”

She followed him deeper into the building, past murmuring pack members, down a hallway that smelled of aged wood and something more primal. The tension in her chest only grew as they stopped outside a heavy wooden door.

Damian knocked once, then pushed it open.

Inside, an elderly woman sat behind an antique desk, her silver hair flowing over her shoulders. Her eyes—sharp and knowing—locked onto Selena the moment she entered.

“Selena Rivers,” the woman murmured, as if testing the weight of her name. “You have your mother’s eyes.”

Selena’s breath hitched. “You knew my mother?”

The woman—Sophia Blackwood, Damian had told her earlier—nodded slowly. “I knew of her. And I knew this day would come.”

Selena clenched her fists, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Then maybe you can tell me why I’m so important. Why this rival pack wants me so badly.”

Sophia leaned forward, resting her hands on the desk. “Because you are the key, child.”

Selena’s pulse quickened. “The key to what?”

“To balance. To power. To the future of our kind.” Sophia’s voice was gentle, but the words hit like a thunderclap.

Selena shook her head. “I’m not one of you. I’m not a wolf.”

“No,” Sophia agreed. “But you carry something within you that is just as important. Something your mother tried to keep hidden.”

A cold dread crept up Selena’s spine. “What are you saying?”

Sophia studied her for a long moment, then finally spoke. “You are the descendant of a lost bloodline, Selena. A bloodline that was thought to have vanished generations ago. But your mother… she was the last. And now, so are you.”

Selena’s mind reeled. A lost bloodline? A descendant? None of this made sense. She had spent her whole life believing she was just normal. Just human.

But now, as she stood in the heart of Damian’s world, with eyes full of secrets watching her every move, she realized—

She had never truly known who she was at all.

And the choice before her was no longer about safety or danger.

It was about accepting the truth… or running from it.

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