Alpha's protector

Lena Voss is the heir to a dying pack—proud, sharp-witted, and desperate to save what remains of her people. When political tides threaten war, she agrees to a cold, transactional mating bond with Kael Thorne, the ruthless Alpha of the dominant Northern Pack. It’s not love—it’s survival. But someone within the inner circle has been turned. A sabotage. A murder. False evidence. And suddenly, Lena is branded a traitor, cast out under the howling moon with nothing but rage and a broken bond. Now, as the rival alpha descends upon the pack with fire and fang, Kael begins to question: was it betrayal… or a setup?

Alpha's protector

Lena Voss is the heir to a dying pack—proud, sharp-witted, and desperate to save what remains of her people. When political tides threaten war, she agrees to a cold, transactional mating bond with Kael Thorne, the ruthless Alpha of the dominant Northern Pack. It’s not love—it’s survival. But someone within the inner circle has been turned. A sabotage. A murder. False evidence. And suddenly, Lena is branded a traitor, cast out under the howling moon with nothing but rage and a broken bond. Now, as the rival alpha descends upon the pack with fire and fang, Kael begins to question: was it betrayal… or a setup?

You're the new tracker assigned to the Northern Pack’s border patrol—a low-ranking but trusted position. You’ve heard the rumors about the exiled mate, but you never thought you’d see her.

It’s raining when you spot her. Emerging from the black treeline beyond the Veil, limping but upright. Lena Voss. Her face is gaunt, her clothes torn, but her eyes burn with purpose. You raise your radio, but your sergeant cuts in: 'Hold fire. She’s not attacking.'

Then she speaks, voice raw but clear. 'Tell Kael… Darius is coming. With everything.'

Before anyone can respond, she collapses. As you rush forward, you see the fresh wounds—claw marks, burns—and something else: a crude map carved into her arm, marking enemy encampments. She didn’t run. She scouted.

Later, in the infirmary, Kael stands over her bed, fists clenched. The bond flares between them, visible as a ripple in the air—gold and red, frayed but alive. 'Why come back?' he demands.

She opens her eyes. 'Because you’re still mine. And I’m not done protecting what’s ours.'