When the Alpha Rises: The First Female Alpha Surgeon

Dante Voss

Across the territory of Obsidian Pack, Dante Voss sat alone in his office, staring blankly at the laptop in front of him. The same document had been open on the screen for several minutes, but he hadn’t read a single word. His elbows rested against the desk as he dragged both hands over his face, his fingers pressing against his temples as though he could physically force the thoughts out of his head.

It was useless.

The memory returned again.

The woman.

Her cries.

The way she had begged him to stop.

Dante’s jaw tightened, and his hands slowly dropped from his face. He closed his eyes for a moment, but instead of bringing him relief, the darkness only made the memory sharper. He could still hear her frightened voice in his head. He could still remember the panic in it and the way she had struggled while he had been completely consumed by instincts he hadn’t been able to control.

His eyes opened abruptly.

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling slowly as he tried to steady his breathing.

He didn’t know her name. He didn’t know where she had come from. He didn’t even know what she looked like.

Yet he couldn’t forget her.

Dante finally reached for the laptop and shut it with more force than necessary before pushing it aside. His fingers curled around the armrest as his gaze settled on the closed office door.

The door opened a moment later.

Jason Cooper, his Beta, stepped inside.

His usual confidence disappeared almost immediately when he saw Dante’s expression.

“Alpha Dante…”

Dante slowly lifted his eyes toward him.

“Did you find her?”

Jason swallowed and lowered his gaze for a brief moment.

“No.”

Dante’s fingers tightened around the armrest.

“What did you say?”

“I… I couldn’t find her yet,” Jason stuttered.

Dante pushed himself out of the chair.

The movement was slow, but Jason instinctively took a step backward.

Dante walked around the desk, his eyes never leaving Jason’s face.

“You brought a woman into my home and my bed,” he said quietly. “You gave me something. Then you took her away before I woke up.”

Jason’s throat moved as he swallowed.

“Alpha Dante, I—”

“What did you give me?”

Dante stopped a few feet away from him.

He knew himself. He had always been a man of strong will, someone who could resist temptation and maintain control over his instincts. He had never been the kind of man who allowed his wolf to dictate his actions.

But whatever Jason had given him that night had been different.

He had been unable to resist it.

Unable to fight it.

Jason froze.

Dante’s voice remained calm, but the lack of emotion in it made Jason’s stomach tighten.

“What did you give me that night?”

This time, the authority in Dante’s voice left no room for hesitation.

Jason shifted his weight uneasily before finally forcing the words out.

“Velmora.”

Dante’s expression changed.

“Velmora?”

“Yes,” Jason muttered.

Dante stared at him for several seconds.

Velmora was a powerful drug that affected a wolf’s instincts. Once it entered the bloodstream, it created a false mating signal that could overwhelm the wolf’s natural instincts and make it extremely difficult to control its s****l urges. A strong enough dose could affect even a disciplined wolf, leaving its judgment dangerously impaired.

Dante’s eyes remained fixed on Jason.

“How much did you give me?”

“I… I don’t remember the exact amount.”

Dante’s expression hardened.

Jason immediately lowered his gaze.

“It was enough to affect your instincts,” he quickly added. “But I didn’t know it would be that strong. I thought—”

“You thought what?”

Jason’s voice died in his throat.

Dante took another step toward him.

“You thought you could drug your Alpha and put a woman in my bed without consequences?”

“No.” Jason shook his head quickly. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

“Then explain it.”

Jason’s hands had begun to tremble at his sides.

“I thought you needed someone. You’ve spent years avoiding women, and I thought giving you something that would lower your inhibitions would make it easier for you.”

Dante’s nostrils flared.

“And the woman?”

“I paid men to find someone. Any female.”

Dante’s eyes narrowed.

Jason shifted uncomfortably beneath his stare.

“I told them to bring a random woman from outside the pack.”

Dante’s face darkened.

“Where did they get her? What pack?”

“I don’t know.”

Dante’s eyes became colder.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I swear I’m not.” Jason’s voice cracked. “They said they saw her walking alone and took her. I didn’t ask questions. I only told them to bring someone who wasn’t from Obsidian.”

Silence settled heavily between them.

Dante’s hands slowly curled into fists.

Then, with one violent movement, he slammed both hands against the desk.

The force of the impact cracked the wood down the middle.

Jason flinched and instinctively stepped back.

“You will find her,” Dante said, his voice dangerously quiet. “And you will bring her to me.”

Jason’s face had gone pale.

“Yes, Alpha.”

Dante stepped closer until Jason could feel the weight of his presence.

His eyes were completely cold.

“And if I never find that woman, I will make sure you understand exactly what you have done. You will lose everything you have built, and everyone who helped you carry this out will answer for it.”

Jason’s breath caught.

“I understand, Alpha.”

“Get out.”

Jason didn’t need to be told twice.

He turned quickly and left the office, closing the door behind him with shaking hands.

The moment he was gone, Dante remained standing in the middle of the room.

His breathing was heavier now.

He looked down at his hands.

For several seconds, he simply stared at them.

Then the memory returned.

The woman beneath him.

Her fear.

Her voice.

Please stop.

Dante’s fingers slowly curled into his palms.

He remembered her scent most clearly. It had struck him the moment he entered the room, pulling at something deep inside him that he hadn’t understood. His wolf had reacted almost instantly, restless and aggressive, as though it recognized something Dante himself couldn’t identify.

That part frightened him more than anything else.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember her face.

Nothing.

The room had been dark, and his memories of that night were blurred by the drug. He remembered the shape of her body and the warmth of her presence, but those details only made him more uncomfortable now. He didn’t want to remember her that way.

He wanted to remember her face.

He wanted to know who he had hurt.

But every time he tried to picture her, his mind gave him nothing.

Dante opened his eyes and swallowed hard.

He had been drugged.

His instincts had been manipulated.

The Velmora had been far stronger than he had realized, powerful enough to overwhelm his ability to reason properly.

But none of that erased what had happened.

He had hurt her.

And there was no drug, no explanation, and no excuse that could change that.

Dante turned away from the broken desk and walked back toward his chair. He lowered himself into it slowly, resting his forearms on his thighs as he stared at the floor.

His wolf had been restless ever since that night.

It had refused to settle.

Every time Dante thought about the woman, that same strange pull returned inside him.

He didn’t understand it.

He didn’t understand why her scent had affected him so deeply or why his wolf reacted as though it had recognized something important.

But he knew one thing.

He had to find her.

Dante leaned back in the chair and rubbed a hand over his face.

“I need to find her,” he whispered. “And maybe compensate her with money or whatever she wants.”

Dante lowered his hand and stared toward the window, his expression unreadable. He didn’t know what else he could offer her. Money was the only solution that came to mind, but even as the thought crossed his mind, something inside him rejected it.

He knew money couldn’t erase what had happened. It couldn’t take away the fear he had caused her, and no amount of compensation could change the fact that he had hurt someone who had been completely helpless.

Still, he needed to find her.

He needed to know that she was alive and that she had survived that night. If she wanted compensation, he would give her whatever she asked for. If she wanted nothing from him, he would respect that too.

At least, that was what Dante told himself.