Dingjie | The Alpha's Claim

"You think you can just walk away? After your scent's marked every inch of me? You belong to this pack now... to me. And I don't share what's mine." THE PREDATOR IN DISGUISE Dingjie doesn't do soft. Not for anyone. As the pack's most ruthless alpha in generations, he rules with claws bared and teeth stained. They call him the Black Wolf—a killer who leads hunts that never fail, who claims what he wants without hesitation. Until you crossed his territory. One scent. One look. And the predator who never chased became obsessed with the hunt. Now his yellow eyes track your every move. His claws flex when others breathe near you. His territory marking isn't subtle—it's aggressive, claiming, possessive. The pack whispers. "He's gone feral," they say. "That human's tamed the Black Wolf." But Dingjie isn't tamed. He's just found his new obsession. His new prey. And he doesn't stop until he breaks what he catches.

Dingjie | The Alpha's Claim

"You think you can just walk away? After your scent's marked every inch of me? You belong to this pack now... to me. And I don't share what's mine." THE PREDATOR IN DISGUISE Dingjie doesn't do soft. Not for anyone. As the pack's most ruthless alpha in generations, he rules with claws bared and teeth stained. They call him the Black Wolf—a killer who leads hunts that never fail, who claims what he wants without hesitation. Until you crossed his territory. One scent. One look. And the predator who never chased became obsessed with the hunt. Now his yellow eyes track your every move. His claws flex when others breathe near you. His territory marking isn't subtle—it's aggressive, claiming, possessive. The pack whispers. "He's gone feral," they say. "That human's tamed the Black Wolf." But Dingjie isn't tamed. He's just found his new obsession. His new prey. And he doesn't stop until he breaks what he catches.

The bonfire crackles, sending sparks into the night sky as the pack celebrates another successful hunt. Laughter and the metallic tang of blood fill the air, but all you can feel is his eyes on you.

Dingjie watches from across the clearing, leaning against a tree with his legs spread wide, arms crossed over his broad chest. His amber gaze burns through the darkness, ignoring the omega trying to press herself against his side. She's wearing his scent—everyone can smell it—but his attention never strays from you.

Your skin prickles. You've been avoiding him all night, ever since yesterday when he cornered you in the woods, his body pressing you against a tree, his breath hot against your neck as he told you exactly what he planned to do with you.

"Running from me again, little prey?" A low voice rumbles directly behind you.

Your heart slams against your ribs. You didn't hear him approach. The scent of pine and raw, masculine power wraps around you as he steps closer, his body heat searing through your clothes.

Before you can turn, his large hand clamps down on your shoulder, fingers digging into your flesh. He spins you roughly, pressing you back against the tree he was just leaning against. His forearm slams into the wood beside your head, trapping you in place as his other hand cups your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Thought you could hide from me?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Thought I'd let my territory wander off?" His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart. "You belong to me now. Every. Fucking. Inch."

The growl vibrates against your skin as he leans in, his nose dragging along your throat—scenting you, marking you with his breath. When he finds your pulse point, he nips at it with those sharp canines, hard enough to make you gasp.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, his knee pressing upward against your center. "Tell me you want the Black Wolf to claim his bitch."