The Lone Wolf - The Lost Female Alpha
The Lone Wolf: The Lost Female Alpha
Twenty years of lies. A crown of silver. Two monsters fighting for her soul.
Selina thought she was just a girl from the Thicket, raised in isolation by a protective aunt, told never to go into the city and especially never at night. But when a dying messenger collapses at her door, the "static" in her head finally finds its voice. She isn't human. She is the heir to the Silver Queen, and her blood carries the spark of a fallen empire.
Now, she's being hunted.
On one side stands Finn, known to the world as Kaelin's Hound - the lethal enforcer who helped burn her mother's palace to the ground. His touch is a wildfire of cedar and thunder, a fated mate bond that her body craves even as her mind screams murderer. He claims to be her protector, but every night she dreams of him with black eyes, standing over her mother's cooling body with a silver blade.
On the other side is Malakai, the enigmatic King of the Dead Zone. He moves through the Shadow Fog like silk over broken glass, offering a numbing escape from the heat of a bond she doesn't trust. He promises her freedom from Finn's "leash," but his eyes hold a predatory silver that suggests he wants a battery for his own dark power, not a Queen.
As the fog closes in and the "Silver Spark" begins to ignite, Selina must navigate a treacherous landscape of ancient covenants and blood-soaked secrets. In a world where even a loyal dog bites when it's hungry, she has to decide:
Is Finn the hero who will help her reclaim her throne, or the demon who was sent to finish the job?
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Chapter 3
Why the fuck does everyone keep calling me that? I thought to myself. Because it is who you are. The static insisted. 'It's time to wake up Selina. It's time to accept who, and what, we are.' I couldn't understand. I didn't have time to. The stranger stood at my door still, but I was sure it wouldn't be long before he was inside.
"Under the table if you are too weak to fight!" I told Elias. That air of superiority, that pressure in my voice, made him bow to my will and he instantly hid. I don't know where it came from but all I could focus on right now was the strange yet familiar man whose scent of cedar, rain and thunder was causing all kinds of conflicting emotions within me, who was apparently trying to kill me.
The door crashed open then.The safety chain didn't just break; it shattered, the metal links screaming as they were ripped from the frame by a force that wasn't human. The tall stranger burst into the room. I wasn't going to cower in a corner and wait for him to pounce. I lunged, my hunting knife held low. I was fast, but he was a blur. He didn't just dodge; he flowed around my blade like smoke almost as if he knew where my knife was going to land.
I caught his cheek with my blade, a drop of blood hitting the floor as he swung round to try and counter, the smell of copper filling the air. I caught his gaze, his eyes, grey and cold like a calculated killer. He tried to grab my wrist with the knife but I ducked low and aimed it straight for the side of his chest.
He was too quick for me, he glided to the side and grabbed my other wrist. The moment his fingers locked around my wrist, a bolt of white-hot lightning erupted at the point of contact, searing through my skin and into my very soul. It wasn't pain. It was a roar of recognition. He slammed me against the wall, a grin spreading across his face as if he'd won.
His hand clamped around my throat, not crushing, but firm enough to remind me I was outmatched. I prepared to drive my blade into his ribs, but the moment our eyes met, the world vanished. A bolt of lightning surged through my veins, melting the ice of the static into a roaring fire. My knife clattered to the floorboards. His eyes, once cold as a winter storm, bled into a terrifying, beautiful gold. The word 'Mate' didn't just echo in the room; it vibrated in the marrow of my bones, a primal decree that silenced the static in my head. He let out a low, vibrating, inhuman grumble that made heat pool in the depths of my stomach. As heat radiated between us and our scents fused together - cedar and pine, wind and rain, earth and water - the static didn't just go silent; it bowed. It was humiliating. This man, this 'Hound' who had broken into my sanctuary, was now a permanent fixture in my soul that I couldn't fathom. Every time he breathed, I felt it in my own lungs. It wasn't a gift - it was a tether, and he held the other end with a bloody hand.
"You... you're a Blackwood. But you're not a ghost." he said breathlessly.
"Get off me, you murderer!" I screamed. I tried to fight him off but the static was giving up the fight. It was almost like it wanted him to claim me. Well, I was not dying today!
The Hound didn't flinch. He leaned in until his scent - cedar and rain - overwhelmed the room.
"I am exactly what Kaelin made me, Little Alpha," he whispered. I shuddered as a spike of pity mixed with the hard hatred my mind was feeling, the hatred the static kept trying to deny me. "I've tracked, I've broken, and I've killed. If you want to survive the night, you'd better pray I'm better at killing than the monsters currently surrounding your house." He stepped backwards slightly, examining me from head to toe, his gaze softening into disbelief.
"I hadn't believed it was true" he almost whispered. "I thought the Silver Queen's heir was long gone." He let go and bowed his head.
I still could not understand why people kept bowing to me or why people kept insisting my mother was a Silver Queen.
"I don't know what the hell you are talking about" I spat "Who the hell are you?"
"They call me The Hound but my name is Finn" he explained. "I am lead enforcer for the Blackwood Pack - run by Kaelin since the death of your mother."
"My mother died when I was born!" I stated, although deep down something about that had never sat right with me.
"No. She sent you away to save you." He informed me. "Elias" He snarled, "Stop breathing so fucking loudly or I swear to the Gods I will snap your neck."
"I already tried to tell her" Elias crept out slowly from under the table, cowering slightly at The Hound's glare.
"I've been hunting a ghost... but you're flesh and blood. And you're mine." The Hound growled softly, a primal, guttural growl.
Elias gasped. "She's your fated mate?" He collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"I belong to no one!" I declared but the static seemed to have other ideas. He just met me. How could he possibly know this? At the same time though, the way my body had reacted, the way the word had filled my mind... it was all just too much to handle right now.
To make things worse my senses sharpened again. I could hear distant howls, gradually getting closer, five, maybe six heartbeats closing in. The scent of death, rot and oxidisation overwhelmed my senses.
'They're coming for us.' The static informed me. It was right. I could smell them, I could feel them.
"Elias" the hound turned to face him.
"Yes Finn.. I mean sir..." he cowered at the Hound's feet. Or should I say Finn as apparently that was his name.
"I was sent to capture or conquer the heir. Kaelin wants her head. We need to work together to get her out of here." He explained to Elias as if I wasn't in the room.
Rage began to build inside me.
"I can look after myself thanks!" I snarled at them both. I lifted the sheepskin rug in front of the hearth to reveal a trap door. "I'm not waiting around for them. Are you coming?" I lifted the door and began to head down the steps.
"I was sent to capture you but now I'm the only thing standing between you and a shallow grave. So yes. We're leaving." Finn declared as if it was his idea in the first place. He followed me down the steps, Elias scurrying along just after, closing the door behind him.
I headed back up the steps to nail the door closed, then led the men down the small, dark, dug out tunnel to my saferoom where I stored my weapons and emergency supplies.
"Won't they find us?" Elias whimpered. God he was such a wimp! I was going to get fed up of him pretty quickly
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"We're going to my saferoom." I explained. "The doors only open one way - the first in, the second out. Once it's sealed from the inside I'll rig the tunnel to collapse. Anyone who manages to follow us down will be trapped and we will be long gone." I thought I'd never have to use this. I had never even been down here before. Aunt Karina had told me about it.
"If anything ever happens any you need to escape, go down to the tunnels. There is a safe room with supplies and only one way in and one way out." I had asked her why I would ever need it. Now I knew. It appeared she had been keeping my true identity a secret all my life. Everything she had taught me had led to this moment.
"So what now?" Finn asked. He placed his hand on my back to steady me, sending a jolt of pure heat straight to my core.
"We stock up and we leave. Once we are somewhere safe we will formulate a plan."
"You don't understand Alpha." Elias tried to explain. "As long as you are alive you will never be safe. Kaelin wants you dead!"
"Who the fuck is Kaelin?" I demanded. That thick assertive fog filled the air again and it was almost as if Elias was forced to answer as he blurted out:
"Your mother's murderer".
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8.1
I spent forty hours hand-beading a gown for a woman who was currently sleeping with my husband. My fingers were raw, my vision blurred, and the needle had just driven deep into my index finger, leaving a drop of blood on the silk.
Braxton walked into our penthouse, rain dripping from his suit, and didn't even look at me. But the scent hit me instantly—Bulgarian rose and white musk. It was the custom perfume Griselda, my own sister, commissioned in Paris.
I had spent three years as a ghost in my own marriage, sewing costumes for the woman who had haunted my vows since day one. Braxton didn't bother to hide it anymore; there was a smudge of her coral lipstick on his collar. He didn't offer an explanation, only a command to finish the gown for the Met Gala so I wouldn't embarrass them.
My mother called moments later, her voice sharp with the usual dismissal. She didn't care that I was bleeding or that my husband was cheating with my sister. She only cared that I was "falling behind" on Griselda's gown.
I sat in the silence of that cold, marble cage, staring at the needle in my hand. For years, I had swallowed every insult and stitched every lie, believing I was the capable one who had to make them happy.
But as the clock ticked, a door inside me finally clicked shut. I wasn't just tired; I was finished. I set the needle down, picked up my phone, and dialed my sister’s number to tell her she’d have to find someone else to bleed for her.
9.3
Halie woke up to a sharp pain and a terrifying reality. She was in a new body, her face covered in a hideous web of scars, and her spiritual power reduced to a pathetic D-Class.
Before she could even process the memories of being framed, her bedroom doors were violently kicked open.
Her sister Seraphina sauntered in with a venomous sneer, followed closely by Halie's S-Class fiancé, Jett.
"Look at the disgrace of the Avila family. What a waste," Seraphina mocked, throwing a mirror at her bed.
"I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement," Jett added, his gaze full of disgust.
The nightmare didn't stop there. Her father called, screaming about how she had shamed the family name. He officially stripped her of her inheritance, froze all her accounts, and exiled her to the decaying Southern District to rot.
To make matters worse, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in her skull, warning her of an impending genetic collapse. Without an immediate energy infusion, she would face total organ failure in thirty days.
A ruined face, a treacherous family, a world that wanted her dead, and a literal death clock ticking in her brain. The original owner had died in absolute despair, a tragic victim of sheer cruelty.
But if they thought she would just sit there and die, they were severely mistaken.
Armed with a mysterious system and her brilliant scientist mind from her past life, Halie packed her bags. She chose the craziest survival quest: head to the slums, find the exiled, sterile S-Class "madman" Coleman, and cure him to harvest his life energy. It was time to start her counterattack.
7.6
Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed.
On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift.
He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe.
"Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?"
He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands.
"Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors."
Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life?
Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.
8.1
Terminally ill.
Betrayed by her husband.
Abandoned by the only family she had.
Ariel died with nothing... and no one.
But fate gives her a second chance.
Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole.
Her love.
Her identity.
Her power.
Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her.
The brother who abandoned her starts to regret.
Too late.
Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs.
She's the one who makes them kneel.
7.5
Kaitlyn Barton POV:
After three years building my family's hotel empire abroad, I came home to New York, expecting a warm embrace from my childhood fiancé, Edwin.
Instead, he greeted me with a warning. He told me to be gentle with his new girlfriend, Kacy, painting me as a villain before I even knew her name.
At my own welcome-home party, he let her stage a dramatic fall and then publicly blamed me for it, his eyes burning with a hatred I'd never seen.
He cradled her in his arms as if she were a fragile doll I had broken.
"Happy now, Kaitlyn?" he snarled, shattering twenty years of our shared history in front of everyone we knew.
In his eyes, I was no longer his love, but a monster he needed to protect his new flame from.
As he stormed out, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Everett Rowe, the man who had quietly loved me for five years.
"If you are truly ready, I will marry you. Right now. Just say the word."
My fingers moved on their own.
"Yes," I typed. "I'll marry you."
The moment I stepped back onto New York soil, a city I had once shared completely with Edwin, he greeted me not with a hug, but with a warning about his new girlfriend, painting me as the villain before I even knew her name. Three years abroad, cultivating my family's hotel empire, had prepared me for many business battles, but nothing for the cold, calculated betrayal that awaited me at home. He had replaced me, and then twisted our shared history, turning me into the aggressor he now needed protection from. This was not the reunion I had envisioned, nor the Edwin I remembered. My heart, which had swelled with anticipation, now froze into a solid block of ice.
9.2
He married her to control her.
To break her.
To own her.
Seraphina let him believe it.
She plays the quiet wife-
soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience.
But behind every smile...
is a plan he was never meant to survive.
Because this marriage was never about love.
Not even power.
It was revenge.
And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth-
when he realizes who she really is...
he won't be fighting to keep her.
He'll be begging to escape her.