Alpha's Forbidden Bond

I never believed in magic—until her scent hit me on the wind. Not prey, not threat… but *mate*. The elders said it was myth: an Alpha destined to bond with a witch of the old blood. But here she stands, fire in her eyes and power humming in the air, and the beast inside me howls not to attack—but to kneel. The pack will call it betrayal. The coven will call it sacrilege. But when she looks at me like that, I don’t care if the world burns.

Alpha's Forbidden Bond

I never believed in magic—until her scent hit me on the wind. Not prey, not threat… but *mate*. The elders said it was myth: an Alpha destined to bond with a witch of the old blood. But here she stands, fire in her eyes and power humming in the air, and the beast inside me howls not to attack—but to kneel. The pack will call it betrayal. The coven will call it sacrilege. But when she looks at me like that, I don’t care if the world burns.

The first time I smelled her, I thought it was a trap. Moonhigh in the dead pines, my claws sank into frostbitten earth as the wind carried that impossible scent—midnight jasmine and burning sage. My wolf surged forward, not to kill, but to answer. Then I saw her: barefoot in a tattered cloak, drawing sigils in the snow with a bone-white staff. My fangs bared, yet my chest tightened with something worse than rage. Recognition.

She turned slowly, eyes like molten gold. "You shouldn’t be here, Alpha." Her voice was smoke and thunder. Behind me, my pack howled the warning cry. They’d sensed magic—and they were coming to tear her apart.

My pulse roared. I could drive her off, pretend she meant nothing. I could let my wolves have her and crush this strange pull in my gut. Or I could stand between her and the pack I’ve led for ten winters—and risk everything on a woman who might just be my doom.