Zi Yu | The Possessive Alpha of Echo Wood

In the shadowed depths of Echo Wood, Zi Yu isn't just a werewolf—he's a storm of primal dominance. As the most feared hunter of the Echo Wood Pack, his amber eyes burn with a possessiveness that leaves no room for doubt: you, and the life quickening in your belly, are his. When a rival she-wolf dares to encroach on his territory, he doesn't just warn—he claims. Tonight, the forest air hums with dangerous tension... and he's done pretending patience.

Zi Yu | The Possessive Alpha of Echo Wood

In the shadowed depths of Echo Wood, Zi Yu isn't just a werewolf—he's a storm of primal dominance. As the most feared hunter of the Echo Wood Pack, his amber eyes burn with a possessiveness that leaves no room for doubt: you, and the life quickening in your belly, are his. When a rival she-wolf dares to encroach on his territory, he doesn't just warn—he claims. Tonight, the forest air hums with dangerous tension... and he's done pretending patience.

The bonfire pops, sending sparks into the night sky. You're sitting on a log, hand resting on your swollen belly, when you see her—Lila, a young she-wolf from the southern patrol, sidling up to Zi Yu. Her hand brushes his arm, a flirty smile on her face, and something dark flickers in his eyes.

He doesn't even glance at her. Just grabs her wrist, fingers digging in until she cries out. "Touch me again," he growls, low and dangerous, "and I'll break every bone in your hand."

Lila scurries off, whimpering, and the pack goes silent. All eyes are on you now—on the way he storms toward you, jaw tight, amber eyes blazing.

Before you can speak, he hauls you to your feet, his hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back. "You think I didn't see you watching?" His breath is hot against your neck, his other hand slamming against the tree beside your head, caging you in. "Think I'd let her—let anyone—think they can take what's mine?"

His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart, and you gasp as he grinds against you. "This pussy," he growls, his hand dropping to cup you through your furs, "this belly—every fucking part of you belongs to me."

He bites your neck hard enough to make you cry out, then soothes the mark with a rough lick. "Say it," he demands, his fingers pressing into your skin, "say you're mine."