WHEN THE ALPHA UNLEASHED THE BEAST
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Kael felt it like a blade driven into his spine.
The bond flared—not heat this time, not ache, but terror.
Raw. Screaming. Unmistakably hers.
Kael was on his feet before conscious thought caught up, the restraint on the bond shuddering violently under the force of his rage. Power ripped through his chamber, stone cracking beneath his boots as he strode for the door.
“ALPHA—!”
A guard barely had time to step into his path before Kael’s hand closed around his throat and lifted him off the ground.
“Where,” Kael demanded, eyes blazing molten gold, “is Lunaria?”
The guard choked. “She—she was taken. By order of the council. Selene and Beta Talia—”
Kael released him with a snarl and moved.
The keep erupted behind him.
Doors burst open as wolves felt it—the Alpha’s control snapping, dominance unleashed without leash or mercy. Every instinct in the pack screamed the same truth:
The Alpha had gone to war.
Selene had chosen the old tunnels.
Ancient passageways beneath the keep, carved before the packs had crowns or councils. Silent. Isolated. A place no one would hear screams.
Lunaria stumbled as they dragged her forward, wrists bound with silver-threaded rope that burned against her skin. The restraint on the bond pulsed erratically, fluttering like a wounded animal.
“Talia, slow down,” Selene murmured. “We don’t want to damage her too much. The Alpha still believes restraint can be controlled.”
Talia laughed softly. “He’s wrong.”
She turned, eyes cold and bright. “You don’t destabilize an Alpha and walk away alive.”
Lunaria lifted her head despite the pain. “You’re afraid of him losing control,” she said hoarsely. “But that’s already happened.”
For a heartbeat, uncertainty flickered across Selene’s face.
Then—
The tunnels shook.
A roar tore through the stone, primal and furious, carrying power so immense it knocked dust from the ceiling.
Talia swore.
“No,” Selene whispered. “He can’t be here—”
The ground cracked.
The guards behind them didn’t even have time to scream.
Kael came through the tunnel wall like a force of nature—stone exploding outward as his partially-shifted form lunged forward, eyes blazing, canines elongated, claws dripping with blood that was not his own.
“MOVE.”
His voice wasn’t entirely human.
Two wolves charged him.
He didn’t slow.
He ended them—one thrown into the wall hard enough to shatter bone, the other dropped lifeless as Kael’s claws tore through armor and flesh in a single brutal arc.
Selene staggered back, horror finally breaking through her composure.
“Kael—please—”
His gaze locked on Lunaria.
Everything else ceased to exist.
The rope burned away under his grip as he caught her, hauling her against his chest. She gasped, hands clutching his shoulders as the bond surged violently, restraint screaming under the impact of relief and need and fury colliding.
“She is MINE,” Kael roared.
The restraint shattered.
Not quietly.
Not gently.
Power detonated outward like a shockwave, flinging Selene and Talia backward. The bond snapped open—unleashed and fully awake—flooding both Kael and Lunaria with sensation so intense Lunaria cried out, arching in his arms as heat and connection slammed into her fully formed.
Kael felt it all.
Her fear.
Her pain.
Her trust.
And it broke the last chains on the beast inside him.
Kael turned slowly, body radiating dominance so dense it crushed the air.
Selene crawled backward, blood at her mouth. “I was protecting the pack—”
“You lied,” Kael said coldly. “You betrayed my authority.”
Talia pushed to her feet, eyes wild. “She’s a curse! She will destroy you!”
Kael smiled.
It was not kind.
“Anyone who touches her again,” he said softly, “will learn what destruction truly is.”
He shifted fully then.
Bone cracked. Flesh reformed. Fur burst forth as the Alpha King’s massive black wolf filled the tunnel, eyes burning gold-white with power older than the keep itself.
Every wolf present dropped to their knees.
Alpha command overwhelmed instinct.
Kael lowered his massive head to Lunaria, nudging her gently back before shifting again, human form returning in a ripple of heat and blood.
He wrapped her in his cloak, hands shaking now that the danger was gone.
“You’re safe,” he murmured into her hair, voice rough, undone. “I have you.”
Lunaria clutched him, breath shaking. “You broke the restraint.”
“I broke everything,” he replied. “For you.”
Above them, the moon burned bright and merciless.
And throughout the pack, one truth spread like wildfire:
The Alpha had chosen his curse.
And the pack would bleed for the consequences.
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