Abandoned By My Mate, Claimed By The Most powerful The Alpha King

Eleonora POV:

The torchlight blazed down on me: disheveled, kneeling beside a half-naked stranger, my hands still stained with his fever-sweat. No escape. No words. Just the damning picture they had come to see.

“So this is why you ran,” Julian sneered, his eyes darting from me to the man on the slab. “Just to crawl into his bed.”

"Eleonora!" Her voice was a high-pitched, venomous shriek that echoed off the stone walls. "How could you? With a... a rogue! In a place like this? You've brought such shame upon our family!"

Julian's face was a mask of cold fury. His green eyes, once filled with a warmth I'd mistaken for affection, now held nothing but disgust.

Karmen's plan was brutally simple and brutally effective. It wasn't enough to have me assaulted; she wanted to destroy my name, my honor, everything.

A primal, protective instinct I didn't know I possessed surged through me. Without thinking, I shifted my body, moving to stand between the stone slab and the intruders. It was a small movement, but it was a clear statement. A shield.

From behind me, I felt more than saw the man on the bed react. A subtle shift in the air, a flicker of something in his intense amber eyes before they slid shut. In the instant Julian and Karmen had burst in, he had composed himself, his face going slack, his breathing evening out. He was playing the part of an unconscious man, exhausted after a sordid tryst. He was hiding.

I faced Julian, my chin held high. The pain from my fall, the terror of the chase-it was all burned away by a cold, clear rage. "What I do is none of your concern, Julian Sinclair. You rejected me. Remember?"

My words hit their mark. A flash of anger crossed his face, the sting of his authority being questioned. "As a member of this pack, your conduct reflects on all of us! Consorting with rogues is a crime. I have every right to deal with you!"

He jerked his head at the two warriors behind him. "Seize them both."

"No!" The word was torn from my throat. I spread my arms, blocking the path to the bed, a mother wolf defending her den. My voice dropped, low and shaking with fury. "You will not touch him."

Everyone froze. Karmen's jaw went slack, her act momentarily forgotten. Julian stared, incredulous. An Omega, a wolfless Omega, was openly defying an Alpha's direct command. It was unthinkable.

A slow, wicked smile spread across Karmen's face. This was even better than she had planned. The more I defended this rogue, the more guilty I appeared.

Julian's pride, the fragile ego of a young Alpha, was wounded. He stalked toward me, his steps heavy with menace. The air grew thick, heavy with the oppressive weight of his pheromones. It was an Alpha's aura, designed to command submission, to force lesser wolves to their knees.

My lungs felt tight, my knees weak. Every instinct screamed at me to bow my head, to submit.

"Eleonora," he snarled, his face inches from mine, "I will not say it again. Surrender."

I held my ground. I didn't know why I was so determined to protect this stranger. Maybe it was the doctor in me refusing to abandon a patient. Maybe it was the simple, stubborn refusal to let Karmen win. Not again. Not this time.

On the bed, the stranger was a silent observer. But even with his eyes shut, I felt a strange, invisible tension radiating from him. The air seemed to hum with a sudden, oppressive energy—the kind that usually accompanied a high-level mind-link, a frequency I was barred from hearing. He wasn't just lying there; he was calculating.

Why didn't he move? I could feel his gaze burning into my back, heavy and inscrutable. It felt as though he were weighing me, watching to see how far a wolfless Omega would go to protect a rogue. He was a predator, and I was an anomaly that had caught his attention.

The two warriors, prodded by Julian's impatient glare, finally moved. They started to circle around me, their hands reaching for the man on the bed.

"Don't touch him!" I shrieked, my hand grabbing a loose stone from the floor. I was ready to fight, to throw it, to do anything.

"Enough of this!" Julian's patience snapped. His hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist like a manacle of steel. The force of his grip sent a shock of pain up my arm. I cried out, the stone clattering to the floor.

He flung my hand away in disgust. "You are pathetic."

I stumbled backward, my heel catching on the edge of the stone slab. I fell against it, the hard edge digging into my back.

The warriors' hands were descending, their fingers just an inch from the stranger's bare shoulder.

And then, a voice cut through the tense air. It was quiet, almost lazy, yet it resonated with an absolute power that stopped every heart in the room.

"My private sanctuary," the voice drawled, "has become a rather popular spot. Tell me, Sinclair, when did you get the authority to cause a scene in my territory?"

Every head snapped toward the bed.

The man who was supposed to be unconscious was now sitting up. He leaned back against the stone wall, one leg casually crossed over the other. The picture of relaxed, indolent power.

His amber eyes weren't looking at Julian. They were fixed on me, on the small, trembling, but unbroken line of my back. There was a spark of something in their depths. Amusement. Approval.

I stared, my mouth agape. The man who had been writhing in agony, who I had sedated and tended to, was now radiating an aura of command that made Julian's feel like a child's tantrum.

Julian’s and Karmen's faces had gone from angry to confused to utterly, bone-chillingly white. The recognition, the dawning horror, was a sight to behold.

Julian's voice was a strangled whisper, laced with a terror so profound it made him shake.

"Alpha... Cedric?"