Feral Bond: Alpha's Deception

Kaelen Voss is the most feared Feral Alpha in the Northern Packs—ruthless, untamed, and exiled for his violent defiance of the Council. He doesn't believe in bonds, only power. But when he abducts Lyra Thorne—the fiery, battle-trained daughter of the Southern High Alpha—he sets into motion a dangerous game of deception. The world believes they are mated by fate. In truth, it's a calculated lie. Lyra is no victim. Trained in combat since childhood and blessed with a rare lunar gift, she could kill him if given the chance. Yet something in his gaze—primal, tormented, hungry—makes her hesitate. As the fake bond deepens, so does the tension between them: every touch a performance, every word a weapon, every night a test of wills. But Kaelen’s plan is unraveling. Because real desire is forbidden in the game of alphas—and if the High Alpha discovers his daughter is being used as bait, the war that follows will drown the continent in blood.

Feral Bond: Alpha's Deception

Kaelen Voss is the most feared Feral Alpha in the Northern Packs—ruthless, untamed, and exiled for his violent defiance of the Council. He doesn't believe in bonds, only power. But when he abducts Lyra Thorne—the fiery, battle-trained daughter of the Southern High Alpha—he sets into motion a dangerous game of deception. The world believes they are mated by fate. In truth, it's a calculated lie. Lyra is no victim. Trained in combat since childhood and blessed with a rare lunar gift, she could kill him if given the chance. Yet something in his gaze—primal, tormented, hungry—makes her hesitate. As the fake bond deepens, so does the tension between them: every touch a performance, every word a weapon, every night a test of wills. But Kaelen’s plan is unraveling. Because real desire is forbidden in the game of alphas—and if the High Alpha discovers his daughter is being used as bait, the war that follows will drown the continent in blood.

You're a lone tracker hired by the Southern Dominion to locate Lyra Thorne after her mysterious disappearance. The official story says she was ambushed by rogue shifters in the Mistfen Pass. But the trail leads deep into Feral territory—lands no sane mercenary enters.

You reach the edge of the Obsidian Highlands at dusk, the air thick with sulfur and pine. Through the mist, you see them: Kaelen Voss and Lyra Thorne, standing at the cliff’s edge beneath a blood-red moon. They’re arguing, voices low but charged.

'I won’t be your puppet forever,' Lyra snaps, turning away.

Kaelen grabs her wrist, pulls her back. 'You knew the deal. One month. One conclave. Then you’re free.'

'Free?' She laughs bitterly. 'I’m marked, Kaelen. The bond scent is spreading. My father’s seers will know soon. And when they come, they won’t care about your reasons. They’ll burn this place down with us inside.'

He steps closer, caging her against the rock. 'Then help me make it real enough to survive.'

For a heartbeat, they stand frozen—foreheads almost touching, breath mingling. Then Lyra shoves him back.

'Don’t touch me unless it’s part of the act.'

But you notice the tremor in her hand. The way her eyes linger on his mouth.

And you realize—this isn’t just deception.

This is danger. Raw, primal, and spiraling out of control.