FATED TO THE ALPHA I HATE

Elera Pov

The door clicked shut and I was alone.

Finally.

I counted to thirty in my head and then pushed myself up on the bed. Pain shot through my shoulder and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from making noise. The stitches pulled tight and my leg throbbed where the wolf had bitten through muscle.

But I couldn't show weakness, not here or in enemy territory.

Because that's what this was-enemy territory.

Kael Nightborne was the Alpha of Shadowfang Pack and everyone knew about the blood feud between Shadowfang and Silvercrest. My father had killed his father years ago in some border dispute.

And now I was in his pack house. In his territory, completely at his mercy.

I needed to get out.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and my vision swam. The room tilted sideways and I gripped the mattress until everything stopped spinning.

Okay. Standing was going to be harder than I thought.

I took a deep breath and focused on the facts. I was alive, I was inside instead of bleeding out in the forest. And Kael hadn't killed me yet which meant he wanted something.

What did he want?

The way he'd looked at me. Like he was trying to solve a puzzle, like he knew something I didn't.

Did he recognize me?

No. He couldn't have. I'd been careful. I'd given him a fake name and a vague story about being a traveler.

Elena. I was Elena now.

I whispered it out loud. "Elena."

The name felt wrong in my mouth-too simple, too plain. But that was the point. I needed to be forgettable. Unremarkable. Just another lost wolf who had stumbled onto his territory.

I repeated it silently, letting it settle over me like a borrowed coat.

Lena.

A name that wouldn't draw attention. A name that wouldn't echo in anyone's memory after I was gone.

The man across from me studied my face with the quiet patience of a predator who knew running was pointless. His eyes moved slowly, deliberately, taking in the small details-the dirt beneath my nails, the tear in my sleeve, the way I kept my weight shifted toward the door.

He noticed everything.

Of course he did.

This was his territory.

"You're a long way from anywhere," he said at last, his voice calm, almost gentle.

The kind of voice that could make you forget how dangerous he was.

"I got lost," I replied.

The lie slid easily off my tongue. Too easily.

His gaze sharpened just a fraction. Not disbelief-something worse.

Interest.

Outside, the wind moved through the trees with a low whisper, rattling the loose metal sign hanging above the door. The sound made my nerves twitch.

He leaned back in his chair, studying me like I was a puzzle he had already solved but was pretending not to.

"Lost," he repeated.

I nodded once... Slow. Careful.

Every instinct in my body was screaming the same warning.

Wolves could always recognize their own And if he realized I wasn't just another stray.

If he realized what I really was-Then wandering into his territory wouldn't be my biggest mistake.

Trusting him would be.

"Elena," I said again and this time it sounded more natural. "My name is Elena."

I repeated it a third time and let the lie settle into my bones. This was who I was now. Elara Moonshadow was dead. Left bleeding in the forest with her ruined wedding dress and her shattered dreams.

Elena had no past, no family or pack.

Elena was no one.

I pushed myself to standing and my legs shook so badly I had to grab the bedpost. Pain flared hot and sharp through my shoulder and down my spine. The room spun again but I stayed upright through sheer stubbornness.

I needed to know if I could walk. If I could run.

I took one step. Then another, my wounded leg dragged behind me and left a smear of blood on the clean floor.

Damn.

I made it three more steps before my strength gave out completely. I collapsed against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. My whole body trembled and sweat dripped down my face.

This was bad.

I couldn't run. I could barely stand and even if I made it out of this room I had no idea where I was in the pack house or how to get past whatever guards Kael had posted.

I was trapped.

The panic started in my chest and spread outward. My breathing came too fast and my heart hammered against my ribs.

No. No no no, I couldn't panic. Panic got you killed.

I forced myself to breathe slowly. In through my nose. Out through my mouth, just like Mother taught me when I was little and scared of thunderstorms.

Mother.

The memory hit me like a physical blow.

Father said she killed herself because of me. Because giving birth to a wolfless daughter was too shameful to bear.

That was the story everyone repeated.

A quiet tragedy.

A weak woman.

An unfortunate child.

I was supposed to accept it the way I accepted everything else-silently.

But sometimes, late at night, when the house was too still and the forest pressed close against the walls, I remembered things that didn't fit that story.

Small things... Fragments.

My mother's hands shaking as she brushed my hair. The way she used to check the locks twice before going to bed. The whisper of her voice through the door the night before she died... "If anything ever feels wrong... run."

That wasn't the kind of thing a woman planning to take her own life said and then there was the blood... Father said she died peacefully.

But I remembered the smell.

Copper and iron drifting down the hallway, thick enough to make my stomach twist even now.

Peaceful deaths didn't smell like that. Neither did accidents.

For years I forced those memories down, buried them beneath obedience and silence. It was easier that way. Safer.

Until the night my wolf should have come.

Eighteen... Every child in the pack shifted on their eighteenth birthday. Every child except me.

I remembered the way the room had gone quiet. The way the elders avoided my eyes. The way Father's mouth tightened like I had personally betrayed him.

Wolfless.

The word followed me everywhere after that.

A defect. A mistake. A shame.

But lately... something had started changing.

Not a shift. Not yet. Just... moments.

Moments when the forest felt too loud. When I could hear the deer moving miles away. When anger burned so hot beneath my skin it felt like claws were trying to tear their way out.

And tonight- Tonight when the stranger stepped onto the edge of our territory.

Something inside me woke up... Not a wolf. Something older.

Something that made the hairs along the back of my neck rise.

Because as I watched him from the shadows of the trees, one terrifying thought settled into my mind.

Maybe my mother hadn't killed herself.

Maybe she had been killed.

And maybe... Whatever I was becoming

...was the reason why.

I remembered her laugh. Warm and bright like sunshine. I remembered her holding me and telling me I was perfect exactly as I was.

Would someone like that kill herself over shame?

Or was that another lie?

I pushed the thoughts away. It didn't matter now, Mother was gone, Father had thrown me away. Celestia had stolen everything.

All that mattered was surviving.

I pulled myself back up using the wall and limped to the small table beside the bed. My bag was there and someone had cleaned it and folded my spare clothes.

I dug through the contents quickly. A change of clothes, some dried food that was mostly ruined. A few coins.

And at the very bottom wrapped in a piece of cloth was my pocket knife.

They'd left it.

I unwrapped the blade carefully. Dried blood still crusted the edge where I'd killed that wolf. I should clean it but something made me leave it as it was.

Evidence, proof that I could fight back if I had to.

I tucked the knife into my boot and covered it with the hem of my borrowed nightgown. If anyone searched me they'd find it eventually but for now it was hidden.

Small victories.

I made my way back to the bed and collapsed on top of the covers. Every muscle in my body screamed and fresh blood seeped through the bandages on my shoulder.

I couldn't keep this up, couldn't keep pretending I was strong enough to escape. The truth was I could barely make it across the room without passing out.

I needed time to heal. Time to regain my strength, time to figure out what Kael wanted and how to give it to him without revealing who I really was.

Elena was a lone wolf, no pack. Lost and grateful for sanctuary.

That was my story and I had to stick to it.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but my mind kept racing. What if Kael already knew who I was? What if he was just playing with me like a cat with a mouse?

What if he contacted my father?

The thought made my blood run cold.

Father would tell him to kill me, or worse he'd come get me himself and finish what he started.

I couldn't let that happen.

I had to be perfect, I had to be Elena. I had to make Kael believe I was worth keeping alive and not worth the trouble of sending back.