Chapter 1: Dangerous Play

(Elara's POV)

Rain pounded against the windshield, creating a cocoon of sound around us. My body burned with a fire I couldn't control. Lucian's scent—pine, smoke, and raw power—filled the confined space of his luxury car.

My face was buried against his throat, my lips dragging across his heated skin. I couldn't think straight. Something was wrong with me.

I felt his throat vibrate as he spoke, his voice rough like gravel.

"Just playing around?" he asked.

I lifted my gaze to meet his. Those gray eyes watched me with predatory intent, half-lidded and dark with desire. The Alpha King of the Midnight Howlers pack shouldn't look at an omega like me this way.

"Just playing around," I echoed, my voice sounding strange to my own ears.

Lucian's large hand slid up my spine, sending electricity racing through my veins. "Don't hold me accountable later," he warned, his breath hot against my ear. "This is just physical. No mate bond. No promises."

I nodded, not trusting my voice. The wolfsbane—that's what it was. Someone had slipped it into my drink at the pack gathering. The ceremonial wine had tasted different, bitter underneath the sweetness.

His mouth claimed mine again, and I surrendered to the haze of desire.

The rain intensified, matching the rhythm of our movements. The windows fogged as our bodies moved together in the confined space of his backseat. My fingers clawed at his shoulders, bunching the expensive fabric of his shirt.

I lost track of time as we tangled together. My mind registered only sensations: his hands gripping my hips, the low growls rumbling from his chest, the scent of our mingled desire filling the car.

At the peak of our passion, I felt my control slipping. Sally pushed forward, desperate to claim this Alpha. My teeth found his shoulder, and I bit down, hard.

He hissed, one hand flying to tighten around my neck. "Careful with those fangs, little omega..."

I trembled, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I'd almost marked him. The Alpha King. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through me even as alarm bells rang distantly in my mind.

When it was over, I reached for my boots that had somehow ended up on the floor. My movements were clumsy, my limbs heavy. Sweat cooled on my skin as reality began to seep back through the wolfsbane-induced haze.

Lucian watched me, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing the defined muscles of his chest. I could feel his Alpha gaze tracking my every move.

"Did you consume something tainted at the gathering?" he asked, his voice deceptively casual.

I paused, one boot in hand. Had he noticed? Would he care that someone had drugged me? I was just an omega, newly accepted into the pack, with no connections and no protection.

"Thank you, Alpha," I said finally, keeping my voice emotionless.

He raised an eyebrow at my formality. After what we'd just done, it was almost comical. But this was all it could ever be—a mistake, a moment of weakness.

"Would you like to join me for dinner sometime?" I offered mechanically, the words an empty social nicety.

Without waiting for his response, I pushed the car door open and stepped into the rain. The cold droplets helped clear my head as I walked away, my gait unsteady from our encounter and the lingering effects of the wolfsbane.

I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers and called for a rideshare. While waiting, I texted Clara, my assistant at the research lab.

"Not feeling well. Heading home. See you tomorrow."

Her response came quickly: "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine," I typed back, the lie bitter on my fingers.

I wasn't fine. Someone at the pack gathering had drugged me with wolfsbane. I'd ended up in the Alpha's car, giving in to desires I'd kept carefully buried. As a newly accepted omega in the Midnight Howlers pack, I'd worked hard to earn my position as a medical researcher in the pack hospital. Many resented me for it. An omega shouldn't have such a prestigious role, they whispered.

This incident was likely their attempt to humiliate me, to make me act like the wild, uncontrollable creature they believed all omegas to be.

The rideshare pulled up, and a human driver named Jake smiled at me from the front seat. "Rough night?" he asked, noticing my disheveled appearance.

"You have no idea," I murmured, sinking into the backseat.

As we drove away, I couldn't help glancing back at Lucian's car, still parked where we'd stopped. In the distance, I saw a tall figure approaching it—Finn, Lucian's Beta.

Great. Now the Alpha's right-hand man would know about our encounter too. News would spread through the pack like wildfire.

I closed my eyes, wondering how I would face everyone tomorrow. The wolves who had drugged me would be watching for signs of my humiliation. I couldn't give them that satisfaction.

I was an omega, yes. But I wouldn't be their victim.

(Lucian's POV)

I stared at the small bloodstain on my trousers—evidence of her enthusiasm, her loss of control. The bite mark on my shoulder throbbed pleasantly. She had been close, dangerously close, to marking me.

The car still smelled of her—vanilla and something wild beneath it. Her wolf had been close to the surface. Wolfsbane could do that, strip away human restraint and bring the animal forward.

Someone had drugged her. I knew the signs, had seen them before. The dilated pupils, the heightened sensitivity, the way her skin had flushed with unnatural heat.

A tap on my window interrupted my thoughts. I didn't need to look to know who it was.

I lowered the window, and Finn's amused face appeared, rain dripping from his sandy blonde hair.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, a grin spreading across his face. "That was quite a show. I thought your car was going to tip over at one point."

I reached for my cigarettes, tapping one out and lighting it. The smoke filled my lungs, calming the Alpha inside me that still wanted to chase after the omega who had just left.

"Is there something you need, Finn?" I asked, exhaling slowly.

He leaned against the car, seemingly unbothered by the rain. "That was the new omega, wasn't it? What's her name... Elara? The one who just got accepted into our pack a few months ago?"

I took another drag from my cigarette, neither confirming nor denying.

"She used to be with Damon, you know," Finn continued, watching me closely. "That Beta from the Crimson Claw pack."

That caught my attention, though I kept my expression neutral. Damon—a troublemaker, ambitious and cruel. The thought of Elara with him made my wolf bristle.

She'd bitten me, nearly marked me. Yet she'd been involved with a Beta from our rival pack? The information didn't fit with the woman I'd just held in my arms, the researcher who kept to herself and worked diligently at our pack hospital.

"Is that so?" I said finally, flicking ash from my cigarette, watching it scatter in the rain outside my car window. The scent of Elara still hung heavy in the air - wild jasmine mixed with something primal that tugged at my wolf.

Finn leaned against my car, his knowing smirk irritating me more than I cared to admit.

"You're putting on quite the show," he said, watching me through the open window. "Keep pretending you don't care."

I took another long drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before responding. The taste did nothing to erase hers from my mouth.

"And what exactly should I care about?" I kept my voice deliberately casual.

I gave him a measured smile, the kind that made lesser wolves back away. Finn just grinned wider.

Chapter 2: Aftermath

(Elara's POV)

The hot water enveloped me like a protective cocoon as I sank deeper into my bathtub. My skin still tingled where Lucian had touched me.

I closed my eyes, forcing my mind to work through the fog of lingering desire. The wolfsbane was still in my system, but clarity was slowly returning.

The pack gathering had been magnificent. Lucian's ancestral home transformed into a celebration of tradition and unity. Crystal chandeliers had cast warm light over marble floors. Pack members in their finest attire had moved through elegant rooms with glasses of moon-blessed wine.

I traced back every step I'd taken, every drink I'd consumed. The ceremonial wine had passed my lips only briefly - not enough to cause such a reaction. No, something more targeted was at play.

My mind landed on the young omega server who'd approached me with a steaming cup.

"For you, sister," he'd said softly, eyes downcast in that familiar omega way. "Moon-blessed tea. It helps with the discomfort of being around so many dominant wolves."

I'd been touched by his consideration. Another omega, understanding my struggle in a room full of dominant wolves.

"Thank you," I'd replied warmly, giving him an extra tip. "What's your name?"

"Nathan," he'd mumbled before disappearing into the crowd.

I pressed my palms against my eyes, groaning at my own stupidity. It had been the perfect trap. A fellow omega, a specialized drink meant just for me, a thoughtful gesture that bypassed my usual caution.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered, sliding deeper into the water until it touched my chin.

The wolfsbane had worked quickly - heating my blood, making my wolf push against my skin. By the time I'd stumbled outside for air, I was already losing control.

And then Lucian had found me in the garden, my body burning with unnatural need.

It could have been worse, I reminded myself. If someone else had found me - someone without Lucian's restraint or power - I might have been marked against my will. Or worse.

I scrubbed my skin almost raw, trying to wash away the memory of his hands on me, his mouth against mine. It had been the wolfsbane, nothing more. I couldn't afford to think otherwise.

Even in pack territories, omegas had to be careful. Drugging an omega wasn't punished the way it should be. And who would believe me anyway? The new omega, making wild accusations against established pack members?

No, pursuing justice would be futile. At least Lucian had been the one to find me. The thought brought little comfort, tainted as it was by memories of our previous encounter.

My mind drifted to our first meeting - at a formal alliance gathering between the Midnight Howlers and the Crimson Claw packs. At that time, I was still dating Damon, and because of my Omega status, I didn't have a wolf to help me distinguish who was my true mate. Unfortunately, my relationship with Damon was just a process of unfortunate trial and error.

He'd pulled me forward roughly, his grip painful on my arm.

"Show proper respect to Alpha Blackwood," he'd hissed, shoving me toward Lucian.

I'd knelt as tradition demanded, baring my neck to the strange Alpha while wolves from both packs watched. Some with pity, most with disdain. An omega performing the submission ritual was meant to be a sign of pack unity - but in Damon's hands, it became a spectacle of dominance.

Lucian had approached slowly, his power radiating with each step. I'd braced myself, expecting rough handling like Damon's.

Instead, his fingers had been gentle as they tilted my chin.

"Don't worry," he'd whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "It's just formality. I'm not... that kind of Alpha."

His kindness had been more disarming than any show of dominance. When I'd looked into his eyes, I'd seen something unexpected - respect.

That's when Damon's jealousy had truly begun, when he'd noticed how Lucian looked at me. Not as property, but as a person.

The memory made my stomach twist. I'd ended things with Damon soon after, unable to tolerate his controlling nature. He hadn't taken the rejection well, his pride wounded in front of both packs. The threats had started then - subtle at first, then increasingly bold. It was part of why I'd sought membership with the Midnight Howlers.

The shrill ring of my phone yanked me from the memory. I reached for it with dripping hands, my mother's name flashing on the screen.

"Elara? Are you home safe?" Her voice carried that familiar worried tone.

"Yes, Mom. I'm fine." I sank back into the cooling water.

"The rain is terrible tonight. Did you bring an umbrella? You know how easily you catch cold."

I smiled despite myself. "I'm okay, really."

"Make sure you drink the healing tea I gave you. It prevents moon-sickness after these gatherings."

The mention of tea made me tense, but I softened at her concern. After tonight, her motherly worry felt like a warm blanket. She'd raised me alone since my father disappeared, working two jobs to keep us afloat.

"I will," I promised, throat tight with sudden emotion.

"Are you crying, darling? What's wrong?"

I blinked back tears. "Nothing. Just tired. How are you doing?"

"Fine, fine," she answered quickly. "The garden is coming along beautifully. Your father always said jasmine needs extra care in the spring."

My grip tightened on the phone. My father had vanished fifteen years ago, yet she spoke of him as if he might walk through the door any moment.

"Mom, about Dad..."

"Oh!" she exclaimed suddenly. "I just remembered I left laundry outside. With this rain! I should go."

The line went dead before I could respond.

I stared at the darkened screen, knuckles white around the phone.

Always the same. Fifteen years since he vanished, and still she couldn't bear to speak of him. No one in the pack ever mentioned him either - as if he'd never existed. Only my mother's slips revealed there had been a man who'd loved jasmine and taught me to read the stars.

My research position at the pack hospital gave me access to old records. Someday, I'd find out what happened to him. Why an omega's mate could disappear without anyone asking questions.

The water had gone cold. I stood up, my legs shakier than I wanted to admit. The wolfsbane was wearing off, leaving exhaustion in its wake. I grabbed my towel, wrapping it tightly around my body.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, another thought hit me. What if Lucian recognized the signs of wolfsbane? What if he knew I'd been drugged? Would he think I'd done it intentionally to seduce him?

The idea made me feel sick. An omega drugging herself to trap an Alpha - it was a disgusting stereotype, but one many wolves believed.

I pulled on my sleep clothes with trembling hands. Tomorrow would be difficult. Facing the pack, pretending nothing had happened. Facing Lucian if our paths crossed.

A notification broke my reverie - a text message from an unknown number.

My heart raced as I opened it, water dripping from my fingers onto the screen.

"Little omega, your underwear is in my car."

Chapter 3: Ripples of Scandal

(Elara's POV)

My heart nearly stopped when I read the message again: "Little omega, your underwear is in my car."

There was only one person who could have sent this. The Alpha King himself, Lucian Blackwood. My fingers hovered over the screen, trembling slightly. How had he gotten my number?

I typed back quickly, keeping my response terse: "Dispose of it. I don't need it back."

Hitting send felt like throwing a stone into still water—small action, significant consequences. I couldn't afford to play whatever game he was starting. Last night was a mistake, a result of wolfsbane and circumstances I couldn't control.

After sending the message, I switched to my banking app. My weekly paycheck had cleared—not much, but enough to transfer some to my mother's account. I input the amount and confirmed the transaction, watching the numbers decrease in my own balance.

Five years of this. Five years since my father vanished after a failed alliance negotiation with neighboring packs. He'd disappeared, but the debts he'd accumulated hadn't. Those debts had fallen to my mother and me—overwhelming amounts owed to packs who showed no mercy to an omega and her mother.

I'd taken the first job offered, then another, and another. Now as a medical researcher at Silver Creek Hospital, I made enough to keep the creditors at bay, but not much more. Every extra penny went to my mother, trying to give her some semblance of comfort after everything she'd endured.

I silenced my phone and set it aside. Tomorrow would be difficult enough without further messages from the Alpha.

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The morning light filtered through my curtains far too soon. My body ached, reminding me of last night's activities. I showered quickly and dressed in my most professional outfit—a gray pencil skirt and crisp white blouse. Armor, in its own way.

Silver Creek Hospital loomed ahead as I pulled into the parking lot. The seven-story building was the crown jewel of the Midnight Howlers' territory—a state-of-the-art medical facility that served both pack members and the human community of Silverwood. Most importantly to me, it housed one of the most advanced medical research departments in the region.

And Lucian owned it all.

The thought of potentially running into him made my stomach clench, but I straightened my spine and walked through the automatic doors with practiced confidence.

Something was off immediately. The two receptionists at the front desk glanced up as I entered, then quickly looked away, whispering behind their hands. I kept walking, maintaining my pace as their eyes followed me to the elevator.

More stares greeted me on the research floor. Colleagues who normally nodded in greeting suddenly found their computer screens fascinating. Others tracked my movement with barely concealed interest.

By the time I reached my office, my nerves were stretched thin. Sarah Mitchell, my beta co-worker, was waiting by my door, clutching her tablet with white knuckles.

"Good morning, Sarah," I said, unlocking my office.

"Um, Elara..." Her voice wavered as she followed me inside. "There's something you should see."

I set my bag down and turned to her, noting the flush on her cheeks. "What is it?"

She bit her lip, hesitating. "Photos are circulating... through the office messaging system."

My blood turned to ice. "Photos?"

Sarah handed me her tablet with trembling fingers. "I'm so sorry."

I took it, knowing what I would find before I even looked down. There, on the screen, was a grainy but unmistakable image of a woman—me—locked in an intimate embrace with a man inside a car. Lucian's face was thankfully in shadow, but there was no mistaking my profile, illuminated by a nearby streetlight.

"Who sent these?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.

"They're anonymous," Sarah whispered. "Everyone's talking... Mr. Harrison wants to see you immediately."

Mr. Harrison—my research supervisor and a beta wolf known for his rigid adherence to professional standards. This was exactly what I'd feared.

I scrolled through the photos, each one more compromising than the last. My breath caught in my throat, but I refused to show panic. Five years of surviving pack politics had taught me one crucial lesson: never let them see you bleed.

"Elara?" Sarah's voice pulled me back to the present. "Are you okay?"

I handed her back the tablet, my expression carefully neutral. "Schedule the pack territory report meeting in ten minutes. Conference room three."

Sarah's jaw dropped. "The meeting? But... Mr. Harrison..."

"He can wait until after the meeting," I said firmly. "The Northern Ridge samples can't."

"How can you be so calm?" Sarah muttered, clearly not intending for me to hear.

The irony wasn't lost on me. The photos showed me at my most vulnerable, most passionate. Yet here I was, compartmentalizing as if organizing research files. But that was the paradox of my existence—wildness locked beneath a carefully controlled exterior.

After Sarah left, I allowed myself exactly thirty seconds of panic. My hands shook as I gripped the edge of my desk. Someone had photographed my encounter with Lucian. Someone had distributed those photos throughout the workplace.

I knew what they would be saying: The omega researcher is sleeping her way to the top. Just like all omegas, ruled by their primal instincts.

My thirty seconds ended. I straightened my blouse, smoothed my skirt, and gathered the documents needed for the meeting. The Northern Ridge territory samples were showing unprecedented results—potentially groundbreaking for our understanding of wolf biology in varying terrains.

I wouldn't let a scandal derail my work. I couldn't afford to.

The conference room fell silent as I entered. Eight pairs of eyes watched me place my materials on the table, silent judgments hanging in the air.

"Good morning," I said, as if this were any other day. "Let's begin with the findings from the Northern Ridge samples."

For the next forty-five minutes, I led the meeting with clinical precision. I answered questions, presented data, and assigned follow-up tasks as if there weren't explicit photos of me circulating through the building.

By the end, I could see the grudging respect in some of my colleagues' eyes. Whatever they thought of my personal life, my professionalism was unassailable.

As the meeting concluded, Dr. Campbell, one of the senior researchers, lingered behind.

"That was impressive," he said quietly. "Not many could conduct business as usual under these circumstances."

I gathered my papers. "The research doesn't care about gossip, Dr. Campbell. Neither do I."

He nodded, a glint of something like admiration in his eyes. "Harrison's waiting. Good luck."

Whispers followed me down the hallway to Mr. Harrison's office. I kept my gaze forward, my steps measured. Let them talk. It wouldn't be the first time an omega was the subject of pack gossip, nor would it be the last.

I paused outside Harrison's door, my hand raised to knock, when I heard Lucian's voice from inside.

"I must say, I'm curious about this new medical research project," came his deep, amused voice. "Especially since its lead researcher seems to have had quite the scandalous encounter recently."

My breath caught in my throat. Lucian was in there. Discussing me. Discussing the photos.

I stood frozen, my knuckles hovering inches from the door, as the Alpha King of the Midnight Howlers pack spoke about our encounter with barely concealed amusement.

Chapter 4: Professional Facade

(Lucian's POV)

I lounged in the leather chair across from Mr. Harrison's desk, enjoying the nervous energy radiating from the hospital supervisor. His eyes darted around the room, avoiding direct contact with mine—typical beta behavior when confronted with an Alpha's presence.

"As I was saying," I drawled, tapping my finger against the armrest, "these research projects fascinate me. Especially when they're led by such... interesting individuals."

Harrison's pulse quickened. I could hear it from across the desk.

"The Northern Ridge project is making excellent progress," he stammered, shuffling papers that didn't need shuffling.

I leaned forward slightly. "Yes, the project. And its lead researcher—Dr. Elara, is it? I understand she's become quite the topic of conversation today."

The photos had reached me this morning. Someone had taken great care to ensure they circulated widely—grainy images of Elara in my car, our bodies intertwined. Her face clearly visible while mine remained in shadow.

A deliberate choice by the photographer.

"Ah, that." Harrison cleared his throat. "Just rumors, Alpha Blackwood. Nothing of substance."

"Is that so?" I examined my nails casually. "These photos circulating throughout your hospital seem rather substantial."

Harrison's face flushed. "A private matter between Dr. Elara and whoever she chooses to... associate with outside of work hours. I assure you it won't affect her performance."

I raised an eyebrow. How quickly they distanced themselves from her, this omega researcher they claimed to respect.

"You seem very certain of that," I said, my voice deceptively mild. "And who exactly do you believe she was 'associating' with?"

The scent of anxiety intensified around Harrison.

"I wouldn't presume to know," he said quickly. "Dr. Elara's personal life is her own business, so long as her work remains exemplary."

"And has it? Remained exemplary?" I pressed.

"Absolutely." Harrison nodded too eagerly. "She's our most dedicated researcher. Just this morning she conducted the territorial analysis meeting as if nothing had happened. Complete professionalism."

That didn't surprise me. There had been something remarkably controlled about Elara even in our most uncontrolled moment. I recalled her composed "Thank you, Alpha" after what we'd done in my car.

The contradiction intrigued me.

"I'd like to know more about her research," I said, changing tactics. "This territorial analysis sounds important."

Harrison relaxed slightly, grateful for the shift in topic. "It's groundbreaking work. Dr. Elara has identified unique biological markers in wolf populations across different territories. The practical applications could revolutionize pack medicine."

I nodded slowly. An omega leading revolutionary research. No wonder some in the pack wanted to discredit her.

A subtle fragrance caught my attention—wild jasmine mixed with clinical antiseptic. My wolf stirred instantly.

She was outside the door.

(Elara's POV)

My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood frozen outside Harrison's door. Lucian's voice carried through the wood, deep and amused, discussing photos of me that were apparently circulating throughout the hospital.

I forced myself to breathe evenly. Panic wouldn't serve me now.

I knocked firmly on the door, then entered without waiting for a response.

Mr. Harrison half-rose from his seat, his expression a mix of relief and alarm. "Dr. Elara, perfect timing. Alpha Blackwood was just asking about your research."

Lucian remained seated, watching me with hooded eyes. His scent—pine and smoke—filled the small office, making my wolf stir beneath my skin. The bite mark I'd left on his shoulder was hidden beneath his crisp black shirt, but I knew exactly where it was.

"Alpha Blackwood," I greeted him with a slight nod, keeping my voice steady. "Mr. Harrison."

Harrison gestured frantically for me to sit, sensing an opportunity to resolve the situation. "Alpha Blackwood has some questions that perhaps you could answer directly."

I took the seat beside Lucian, careful to maintain a professional distance. "What would you like to know?"

Lucian's gaze traveled over me slowly, lingering on my tightly clasped hands. The corner of his mouth quirked up.

"Nothing," he said finally.

Harrison blinked in confusion. "But you just—"

"I'm more interested in this research project now," Lucian interrupted smoothly. "Tell me about the territorial markers you've discovered."

His sudden shift threw me off balance, but I recovered quickly. "We've identified unique biological adaptations in wolf populations across different terrains. Northern wolves show increased cold tolerance through specific protein expressions that southern wolves lack."

Lucian nodded, his expression unreadable. "And how does this translate to pack medicine?"

"Targeted treatments," I explained, relieved to be on familiar ground. "Medications formulated specifically for wolves from different regions, accounting for their biological variations."

"Fascinating." Lucian turned to Harrison. "What's the timeline for practical implementation?"

Harrison opened his mouth, then closed it. He clearly hadn't been following our research closely enough to answer.

"We're entering the clinical trial phase next month," I said, saving Harrison from embarrassment. "Initial results should be available by the winter solstice."

Lucian's eyes narrowed slightly. "That seems ambitious."

"We've been laying groundwork for over a year," I countered. "The team is well-prepared."

His lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Show me."

"Excuse me?" I blinked.

"Show me the research facilities. I want to see this groundbreaking work firsthand."

Harrison practically leapt from his chair. "Excellent idea! Dr. Elara can give you the full tour. Right now, in fact."

I recognized the dismissal for what it was—Harrison wanted us out of his office, wanted this awkward situation resolved as quickly as possible.

"Of course," I said, rising from my chair. "This way, Alpha Blackwood."

As we left Harrison's office, I felt eyes following us down the corridor. Staff members quickly looked away when Lucian glanced in their direction, but their whispers continued behind our backs.

"The research wing is on the fifth floor," I said, leading him toward the elevators.

We stood side by side in silence as the elevator doors closed. The small space immediately filled with his scent, bringing unwanted memories of last night flooding back. My body remembered his touch, his taste.

I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor numbers lighting up one by one.

"You smell nervous, little omega," Lucian said softly.

I didn't look at him. "I'm not nervous. I'm professional."

The elevator doors opened on the fifth floor, and I stepped out quickly, grateful for the escape. The research wing required keycard access. I swiped mine and held the door for him.

"This is our primary laboratory," I explained as we entered. Thankfully, most of the staff were at lunch, leaving the space relatively empty. "We analyze tissue samples here and process the data in the adjoining rooms."

Lucian followed me through the laboratory, asking surprisingly intelligent questions about our methodology and equipment. For someone who appeared more fighter than scientist, he grasped the concepts quickly.

I retrieved a tablet from my desk and pulled up our most recent findings. "These graphs show the protein expression differences between northern and southern wolves," I explained, handing him the tablet.

As he took it, his fingers brushed mine. A spark of electricity shot up my arm, and I pulled back too quickly, the tablet nearly falling before he caught it.

"Sorry," I muttered.

Lucian's eyes met mine with amusement. As he tilted his head to examine the data, I noticed a faint mark on his neck—my mark, from where I'd bitten him during our encounter. A small frown crossed my face before I could stop it.

Lucian caught my expression immediately. "Afraid of me, little omega?"

His voice was low, almost intimate in the empty laboratory. The teasing lilt made my wolf bristle with indignation.

I straightened my spine. "No, Alpha Lucian is an honorable leader, not a common wolf."

His eyebrows rose at the subtle barb hidden within my polite response. Most wolves would have missed it, but Lucian wasn't most wolves. He recognized the veiled insult immediately.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Don't worry, Dr. Elara. We're both adults. I won't hold you accountable just because you happened to sleep with me once."

Chapter 5: Power Play

(Elara's POV)

The sleek leather interior of Lucian's car felt suffocating as I sat beside him, trying to maintain my professional composure. The Alpha's scent filled the confined space, a constant reminder of our encounter during the rainstorm.

"The expansion project has been in planning for months," I explained, keeping my voice steady as I showed him the blueprints on my tablet. "With the increased pack population, our current medical facilities are becoming inadequate."

Lucian's eyes flickered over the plans, then returned to my face with deliberate slowness. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch.

"You seem very... invested in this project, Dr. Elara." His voice was smooth as silk but sharp as a blade.

"It's important for the pack's wellbeing," I replied, focusing on the tablet screen instead of his intense gaze. My fingers trembled slightly as I swiped to the next page.

"And for your career advancement, I imagine." His lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "One might think you're trying to create something... long-term."

My heart skipped a beat. The implication in his tone wasn't lost on me. Was he suggesting I was using this project to establish myself permanently in the pack? Or something more personal regarding him?

"The only long-term goal is improved healthcare for pack members," I said carefully, gripping the tablet tighter.

Lucian leaned back, studying me with those calculating gray eyes. The leather seat creaked beneath his shifting weight.

"Interesting how you navigate these situations, little omega. A wolf in sheep's clothing, perhaps?"

I almost laughed at the irony. If anyone was a wolf in sheep's clothing, it was him – looking civilized in his tailored suit while exuding raw, predatory power.

"The project needs Alpha approval to proceed," I said, redirecting the conversation. My voice came out stronger than I expected. "The preliminary budget is included in the third document."

Lucian swiped through to the budget page, his expression turning more serious. The playfulness vanished, replaced by the sharp-eyed businessman.

"These figures are significant. What's the expected return on investment?" His tone was clipped, all business now.

"Healthcare isn't always about financial returns," I countered, heat rising in my cheeks.

His eyebrow arched. "Everything is about returns, Dr. Elara. Sometimes those returns just aren't measured in dollars."

I felt my professional mask slipping. This project mattered – not just for my career, but for the pack members who deserved better care. People who suffered because of inadequate facilities.

"The returns will be in reduced pack mortality rates, improved quality of life, and increased longevity," I said, unable to keep the passion from my voice. "Our current facilities can't handle specialized cases. Pack members are forced to seek treatment in human hospitals where our unique biology creates complications."

Lucian watched me with renewed interest, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You're quite passionate about this."

"I am," I admitted, meeting his gaze directly. "I can provide a detailed proposal with supporting data if that would help secure your approval."

His eyes gleamed with something I couldn't quite identify. "I look forward to reviewing it." The words hung between us, loaded with unspoken meaning.

The car slowed as we approached the construction site at the edge of pack territory. I was grateful for the interruption. The driver pulled up to a temporary building that served as the site office.

"Marcus Kane is the site manager," I explained as we exited the car. The fresh air was a relief after the tension-filled interior. "He's a beta from the Silvermoon pack on loan to oversee the project."

I led the way to a rack of safety helmets near the site entrance, selecting three – one for me, one for Lucian, and one for his driver who followed a respectful distance behind us.

"Safety protocols," I explained, holding out a white helmet to Lucian while placing the yellow one on my head. The plastic was cool against my scalp.

Lucian took the helmet but made no move to put it on. Instead, he turned it over in his hands, examining it as if it were a foreign object. His lips twitched with barely suppressed amusement.

"Need help with that?" I asked before I could stop myself. Immediately, I regretted the words.

His eyes locked with mine, amusement dancing in their depths. "Perhaps I do."

I sighed internally. This was a power play – the mighty Alpha pretending helplessness to make me serve him. But refusing would appear petty and unprofessional.

"Allow me," I said, stepping closer. The scent of him – pine and smoke – enveloped me.

I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach properly. Lucian bent slightly, bringing his face uncomfortably close to mine. As I adjusted the helmet strap under his chin, I could feel his breath on my skin. My fingers brushed against his jaw, and I fought to keep them steady.

"Thank you, little omega," he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

His hand suddenly found my waist, supposedly to steady himself. I tensed at the contact, my fingers fumbling with the clasp. Heat spread from where his palm pressed against me, seeping through my clothing.

"There," I said, stepping back quickly once the helmet was secure. My heart hammered against my ribs. "All set."

"How considerate," Lucian remarked casually, as if the moment of contact meant nothing. But the knowing look in his eyes told me otherwise.

I turned away, catching sight of Marcus watching our interaction with poorly concealed surprise. The beta quickly schooled his features when Lucian's gaze moved to him.

"Alpha Blackwood, welcome to the site," Marcus said, bowing his head slightly. "We're honored by your visit."

Marcus was younger than I expected, with a weathered face that spoke of years working outdoors. His posture was deferential but not subservient – typical for a beta from a strong allied pack.

"Dr. Elara is showing me the proposed hospital extension," Lucian replied. "I understand you're overseeing the preliminary work."

Marcus nodded eagerly. "Yes, Alpha. We've completed the ground surveys and soil testing. The foundation work can begin as soon as final approval is granted."

"Let's see what you've accomplished so far," Lucian said, gesturing for us to lead the way.

I walked beside Marcus as he led us toward the marked-out area where the new facility would stand. The land had been cleared, with stakes and strings marking the building's footprint. The dirt was freshly turned, rich and dark.

"The new wing will connect to the existing hospital here," I explained, pointing to where a covered walkway would join the structures. "This design minimizes disruption to current operations while allowing for seamless integration once completed."

"The location offers natural drainage and solid bedrock for foundation," Marcus added. "It's ideal for a medical facility."

Lucian walked the perimeter of the marked area, his eyes taking in every detail. His movements were purposeful, assessing. "And the timeline?"

"Eight months for construction, two months for equipment installation and testing," I said, watching him carefully. "We could be operational within a year."

"Ambitious," Lucian commented, skepticism evident in his tone.

"But achievable," I countered firmly. "With proper funding and priority construction scheduling."

My phone vibrated in my pocket. Once, then again in quick succession. I ignored it, continuing to outline the benefits of the expanded facility.

"The specialized treatment rooms will allow us to handle pack-specific medical issues discreetly, without relying on human facilities," I explained. "Additionally—"

The phone vibrated again, more insistently this time. The buzzing seemed to grow louder, more demanding.

"Excuse me for a moment," I said, stepping aside to check the messages. My stomach knotted with apprehension.

Three texts from a number I recognized all too well. Damon.

The first read: "Don't worry about those photos, sweetheart."

The second: "I told Harrison I was the man in the car with you."

The third made my stomach clench: "You'll thank me later. We should talk soon."

Damon claiming to be the man in those photos? The very thought made me feel ill, violated. But more concerning was what he hoped to gain from this "generous" gesture. Damon never did anything without expecting something in return.

I was about to type a scathing reply when Lucian's voice came from just behind me, startlingly close.

"Your ex-mate seems rather generous," he said, his tone deceptively casual. "Taking responsibility for our little indiscretion."

Chapter 6: Masks and Manipulations

(Elara's POV)

I stood frozen, feeling Lucian's breath on the back of my neck as he commented on Damon's "generosity." My fingers tightened around my phone, and I quickly locked the screen before turning to face him.

Lucian's eyes held a fleeting mockery that made my stomach tighten. How long had he been reading over my shoulder? His lips curved in that irritating half-smile before he gave me a dismissive look and turned away.

"Marcus," he called to the site manager, completely disregarding me. "Let's discuss the foundation specifications for the east wing."

Just like that, I was dismissed. Typical Alpha behavior—showing interest only when it suited him, then switching focus entirely when something more important caught his attention. I watched as he strode toward the marked area, Marcus hurrying to keep pace with his long strides.

My phone vibrated again in my hand. Damon was nothing if not persistent. I glanced down at the screen, reading his latest message.

"Our mate bond is broken," I texted back, each word deliberate and final.

His response came immediately, as if he'd been waiting with his phone in hand: "Be good, stop this nonsense. Our marking ceremony is still happening. I won't ask about the wolf you were with last night, and you can forget our previous disagreements. We're both adults; let's not worry the pack elders."

The audacity took my breath away. Our "previous disagreements" included his attempted forced marking at the last full moon ceremony—an act that would have bound me to him permanently. I'd barely escaped with my dignity intact, fleeing to Midnight Howlers territory afterward.

And now he was acting as if none of that had happened. As if he was doing me a favor by claiming to be the man in those compromising photos.

"Don't disgust me," I typed back, hitting send before I could reconsider.

My phone immediately lit up with his incoming call. I declined it without hesitation, then navigated to my settings and blocked his number. For good measure, I blocked his email and social media accounts too.

I hadn't planned to be so drastic, but his attempt to manipulate and control me had pushed me past my breaking point. Better a clean cut than the slow poison of his manipulation.

Taking a deep breath, I tucked my phone away and looked toward where Lucian and Marcus stood in animated conversation. The two men were examining what appeared to be structural plans, Lucian pointing at something on the paper while Marcus nodded enthusiastically.

I approached slowly, catching parts of their conversation as I drew closer.

"The load-bearing capacity would need to be increased by at least thirty percent," Lucian was saying, his finger tracing along a line on the blueprint. "Hospital equipment is heavier than standard commercial loads."

"That's exactly what I've been trying to explain to the engineers," Marcus replied, his expression a mix of seriousness, caution, and barely contained excitement at having the Alpha validate his concerns. "The specs they provided don't account for the specialized imaging equipment."

"Increase the foundation depth and reinforce the joists here and here," Lucian instructed, marking the blueprint with a pencil Marcus had provided. "I'd recommend steel reinforcement rather than the standard composite."

Marcus looked at Lucian with undisguised admiration. "I have to say, Alpha Blackwood, I'm surprised you know so much about construction engineering. Most pack leaders leave these details to their specialists."

A smile ghosted across Lucian's face. "I worked construction for years before taking on leadership responsibilities. Spent time as a regular worker on many pack building projects."

"Really?" Marcus's eyes widened with new respect.

"There's no better way to understand how things are built than to build them yourself," Lucian replied, rolling up the blueprint.

I felt a surge of displeasure ripple through me. Years on construction sites, yet he'd pretended not to know how to fasten a simple safety helmet? The little performance he'd put on earlier—making me stand on my tiptoes to help him—had been nothing but a power play.

The realization shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did. It was just another reminder that Alphas, especially ones like Lucian, played games with omegas simply because they could.

(Lucian's POV)

I leaned back in the leather seat of my SUV, rolling up my sleeves and feeling more composed than I had all day. The construction site visit had been more informative than I'd anticipated. Marcus Kane knew his work well, and the hospital extension showed promise.

But the real interest had been watching Elara navigate the day's challenges with such rigid control. The photos, the workplace gossip, our complicated history—none of it seemed to c**k that professional veneer she maintained so carefully.

Except when Damon's name appeared on her phone. I'd seen the brief flicker of disgust and fear in her eyes then. Something to investigate later.

"Where to now, Dr. Elara?" I asked, my voice deliberately casual as James pulled the vehicle away from the construction site.

She sat stiffly beside me, maintaining a careful distance between us. "Back to the hospital, please. I have patients to check on."

I nodded, closing my eyes as if to rest. The silence between us stretched taut, filled with unasked questions and unsaid accusations. I could sense her discomfort, the way she tried to press herself closer to the door and farther from me.

An hour later, we arrived at Silver Creek Hospital. I kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep as the car pulled to a stop.

"Thank you, James," she said softly to my driver, clearly trying not to wake me. The door opened and closed gently as she slipped out.

Only when I felt her presence completely fade did I open my eyes, catching James watching me in the rearview mirror.

"James," I said, straightening in my seat, "isn't there a pack gathering tonight?"

My driver's brows furrowed in confusion. "You canceled it this morning, Alpha. Said you had too many meetings."

"Ah, of course." I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my calendar. "Reschedule it. Eight o'clock at the main house. Make sure the Beta wolves are all informed."

James's expression betrayed his puzzlement, but he nodded obediently. "Yes, Alpha. Right away."

(Elara's POV)

The summons to Mr. Harrison's office came within minutes of my return to the hospital. Sarah delivered it with wide, sympathetic eyes, whispering, "He seems really upset."

I straightened my lab coat and headed to the administrative wing, steeling myself for the confrontation I'd known was coming since those photos first circulated.

Mr. Harrison was pacing behind his desk when I entered, the few strands of hair on his balding head waving with each agitated movement. His face was flushed, eyes narrowed to angry slits.

"Close the door, Dr. Elara," he snapped.

I complied, then stood calmly before his desk, hands clasped in front of me.

"Do you have any idea what kind of damage your personal... indiscretions have caused this hospital?" he began, his voice tight with barely controlled fury. "I've had six calls this morning from our medical partners and affiliate pack hospitals. Six! All demanding explanations for why our lead researcher is being featured in pornographic material!"

I kept my expression neutral. "The photos are hardly pornographic, Mr. Harrison. Inappropriate for the workplace, certainly, but—"

"I don't care what you call them!" he interrupted, slamming his palm on the desk. "This institution has a reputation to maintain! Standards! You've made us a laughingstock!"

I remained silent, knowing anything I said would only feed his anger.

"That Crimson Claw Beta had the nerve to call me personally, taking responsibility for the... situation." Harrison raked his hand through his sparse hair. "As if that somehow makes it better that you were conducting such activities with a member of a rival pack!"

So Damon had made good on his promise to "help" me. The thought made my skin crawl.

"Your pay will be docked for two weeks," Harrison continued. "And I want a written apology addressed to the board by tomorrow morning. Furthermore—"

"I understand," I interrupted quietly. "I accept the punishment."

My calm acceptance seemed to infuriate him further. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself? Any explanation?"

"No, sir."

"Get out," he hissed. "And keep your personal affairs away from this hospital from now on."

I nodded and left without another word, heading straight for my office. The corridor seemed longer than usual, the whispers louder, the stares more pointed. I held my head high, refusing to show how much the situation affected me.

Once safely inside my office with the door closed, I allowed myself one deep, shuddering breath. Then I turned to my computer, determined to lose myself in work rather than dwell on the morning's humiliations.

An hour later, my phone rang—an unknown number. I hesitated, wondering if it was Damon calling from another line. But I needed to answer; it could be a patient or a lab calling with results.

"Dr. Elara speaking," I answered cautiously.

"My little omega, it's me." The voice on the other end was filled with strange excitement, sending an immediate chill down my spine.

Chapter 7: Reluctant Negotiations

(Elara's POV)

"Little omega," Damon's voice oozed through the speaker, dripping with false warmth. "How nice to finally reach you."

My stomach clenched at the pet name. Coming from Lucian, it was condescending enough. Coming from Damon, it was revolting.

"What do you want?" I kept my voice flat, professional. The less emotion I showed, the quicker this would be over.

"Is that any way to greet me? Especially after I've been trying to reach you through our pack bond?" He sounded amused, as if my resistance was merely a game to him.

"I blocked the pack bond for a reason," I said, shuffling papers on my desk to give my hands something to do. "I thought that would make it clear I don't want to communicate with you."

Damon chuckled, the sound grating on my nerves. "Alw

Chapter 8: Dangerous Alliances

(Elara's POV)

When I saw Willow's name flash on my phone screen, relief washed over me. If anyone could brighten this hellish day, it was her.

Willow had been my rock since childhood. We'd faced pack politics together, shared secrets, and protected each other fiercely. She'd moved to Silverwood following a painful breakup with a Beta from the Silvermoon pack. Though her romance had crashed and burned, our friendship had only strengthened in the aftermath.

But her message made my stomach drop: "Elara, did that bastard Damon cheat on you behind your back?!"

Below the text was a photo that hit me like a physical blow. Damon pressed against another female wolf in a dimly lit parking garage. His hands were possessively gripping her waist while she had her fingers tangl

Chapter 9: Dangerous Games

(Elara's POV)

The Silver Crown Hotel gleamed with understated elegance, crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the gathered pack representatives. I smoothed down my navy blue dress, a simple but elegant choice that wouldn't draw unnecessary attention.

That plan failed the moment Lucian entered the room.

His eyes swept across the gathering, pausing briefly when they landed on me. The slight nod of acknowledgment he gave me might as well have been a spotlight. Immediately, curious glances turned in my direction, some speculative, others openly hostile.

I lifted my chin slightly, meeting their stares with practiced calm while my wolf bristled beneath my skin. Let them look. Let them wonder. I had nothing to hide—well, nothing they needed to know about.

Lucian moved

Chapter 10: Dangerous Encounters

(Elara's POV)

I found myself in an awkward situation outside the hotel's rooftop garden

"You smell so good," Damon growled, his voice thick with desire. "Better than that frigid omega ever did."

My cheeks burned with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Had he always spoken about me this way when I wasn't around?

I took a step backward, desperate to escape before I heard anything more damaging.

"Does my little omega enjoy eavesdropping?"

I stood frozen, my wolf bristling at both the accusation and his overwhelming Alpha presence. The ceremonial wine from dinner still lingered in my system, making his scent seem even more potent.

"I wasn't—" I began, but the excuse died on my lips.

Lucian's smirk widened. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing bri

Chapter 11: Dangerous Revelations

(Elara's POV)

The stairwell felt impossibly small with Lucian's body pressing mine against the wall. A cool breeze from a partially open window did nothing to ease the heat building between us. My heart hammered against my ribcage so loudly I was certain he could hear it.

"Marking my mate," he repeated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "Would you like that, little omega?"

I forced myself to meet his gaze directly. "The ceremonial wine is clearly affecting your judgment, Alpha."

His eyes narrowed, the predatory gleam intensifying. "Is that what you think?"

"What else could explain this... behavior?" I gestured vaguely at our compromising position.

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Rain hammers the windshield, turning the world outside into a blur of neon and shadow.

My skin burns, my blood sings—it's the wolfsbane.

Someone slipped it into my cup at the gathering, and now my wolf claws at my ribs, desperate to break free.

Lucian finds me in the garden, panting against a stone bench.

His scent hits me first—pine, smoke, raw Alpha power.

Before I can speak, he pulls me into his car.

"Just playing around?" he asks, gray eyes dark with hunger.

I nod, knowing I should say no, but the drug makes denial impossible.

His mouth crashes onto mine, and I surrender.

Clothes tear, hands roam, windows fog.

In the heat of it, my fangs graze his shoulder—I almost mark him.

He growls, gripping my throat gently.

"Careful, little omega."

Afterward, I stumble out, boots in hand, heart racing.

I call a rideshare, lie to my assistant, and text my mom.

But when I glance back, I see Finn—Lucian's Beta—approaching the car.

The next morning, grainy photos of us circulate the hospital.

And then my phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number: "Little omega, your underwear is in my car."