Mated To The Unforgiving Alpha

Mated To The Unforgiving Alpha

The Night of the Betrayal

The forest smelled of blood and betrayal. Killian Voss stood in the center of the battlefield, his breath heavy, his wolf raging beneath his skin. Bodies littered the ground around him, the last remnants of the Shadowfang Pack, the traitors who had dared to rise against him.

Their Alpha—his former lover—lay at his feet, broken, defeated.And yet, the pain in Killian’s chest had nothing to do with battle wounds.“You were my mate,” Killian growled, his voice raw. “You were supposed to stand beside me.”The man beneath him, Lucian, let out a ragged, bitter laugh, blood staining his lips. “You really thought fate was enough?” he whispered. “You’re a fool, Killian.”Killian’s hands trembled. He had believed in mates, in destiny. He had believed that the bond between them would be unbreakable.

But Lucian had used him, had pretended to love him while secretly plotting to destroy everything Killian had built. Something inside Killian shattered that night. With a final, merciless strike, he ended Lucian’s life.And as the moon watched from above, Killian vowed he would never trust a mate again. Never again would he allow fate to control him. Never again would he let his heart become a weakness. From that night on, he would be unforgiving.

First Meeting

Eliot was thrown to the ground like an offering to a beast. He barely caught himself before his hands scraped against the rough dirt. Pain flared in his wrists from where the ropes had been tied too tightly, cutting into his skin.“Stand up,” a deep voice commanded.The voice sent a shiver down Eliot’s spine—cold, sharp, unforgiving.

Eliot lifted his head slowly. His breath caught in his throat.Alpha Killian Voss. The man was taller than he expected, his presence commanding, dangerous. Silver eyes stared down at him, assessing, unfeeling. Scars lined his knuckles, a testament to countless battles fought and won. His black shirt clung to his broad chest, his stance that of a predator deciding whether his prey was worth the hunt. The moment their eyes met, something snapped inside Eliot’s soul.

The air shifted.

His heartbeat thundered.

A connection, ancient and unbreakable, settled over him like a noose tightening around his throat.

No. No, no, no.

Fated.

Killian’s expression remained cold, but something flickered in his eyes—a flicker of recognition, of horror.

Then, in the next breath, it was gone, buried beneath an icy mask.“You are nothing to me,” Killian said flatly, turning away.Eliot’s chest ached, the mate bond clawing at him like a wounded animal.

But he gritted his teeth and swallowed the pain. Fine. If Killian wanted a fight, Eliot would give him one.

Eliot’s First Night in the Pack

Eliot lay on the cold stone floor, staring at the ceiling.His body ached from the rough treatment, but it wasn’t the pain that kept him awake. It was the bond. The awful, unbearable pull toward Killian.Even now, he could feel it, a thread of energy stretching between them, humming just beneath his skin. He hated it.The door creaked open. A tray of food was shoved inside before the guard slammed it shut again. Eliot pushed himself up, eyeing the meager meal—a chunk of bread, a strip of dried meat, and a bowl of water.“Eat, Omega.”The voice belonged to Damon, the Beta. He leaned against the bars of Eliot’s cell, his expression unreadable.Eliot didn’t touch the food. “Why does Killian hate mates so much?”Damon chuckled. “You really don’t know?” He crossed his arms. “The last time he trusted a mate, he nearly lost everything. If I were you, I wouldn’t expect kindness from him. Ever.”Eliot swallowed hard. So it was true. Killian had been betrayed before.But Eliot wasn’t Lucian. He wasn’t a traitor. And he wasn’t going to let Killian decide his fate.No matter what it took, he would survive.