Unwanted by Him, Chosen by the Stronger Alpha

Olivia POV

For the next two days, I pushed my new body to its absolute limits.

Magda had given me a map of the territories. To the north lay the Silver Creek Pack, a region infamous for their isolation and brutal winters. To the south, back the way I came, was Moonstone.

I stayed in the neutral zone, a strip of dense, unforgiving forest between the borders.

I was practicing my agility, leaping over fallen logs in my wolf form, reveling in the hydraulic power of my new muscles, when the hair on my neck prickled.

The forest had gone silent. No birds. No insects. The stillness was heavy, unnatural.

*Snap.*

I spun around, baring my teeth instinctively.

Five wolves emerged from the undergrowth. They were Rogues, but not the starving, desperate kind I was used to. These were massive, mangled creatures, and their eyes held a madness that spoke of rot and disease.

*Well, well,* the leader linked, his mental voice sounding like gravel grinding in a mixer. *A White Wolf. The legends are true.*

I growled low in my throat, vibrating with a warning. *Back off.*

*You're worth a fortune on the black market, little ghost,* the leader sneered, drool stringing from his jowls. *Don't damage the pelt, boys. Skin is worth more whole.*

They lunged.

I fought with everything I had. I was faster than them, my white form a blur in the shadows. I snapped my jaws around the leg of the first Rogue, hearing the satisfying crunch of bone and tasting foul, stagnant blood.

But I was inexperienced. I had raw power, but no technique.

Two Rogues flanked me. One slammed into my ribs like a battering ram, knocking the wind out of me. I hit a tree hard, feeling something crack deep in my chest.

*Got you,* the leader growled, leaping for my throat.

I braced for the bite, squeezing my eyes shut.

ROAR!

A massive grey blur slammed into the Rogue leader mid-air.

It was a wolf the size of a bear, with fur the color of storm clouds and eyes like polished steel. The impact shook the ground beneath my paws.

The grey wolf—an Alpha, unmistakably—tore into the Rogue with a ferocity that was terrifying to behold. He didn't just fight; he dominated. He was a force of nature.

*Mine!* the Alpha roared into the open Mind-Link, his voice echoing with absolute authority. *My territory! My kill!*

He wasn't claiming me. He was claiming the land the Rogues had trespassed on.

The Rogue leader yelped, scrambling back, blood pouring from his shoulder. He signaled a retreat, and the Rogues scattered into the darkness like roaches from a light.

The grey Alpha stood panting, his chest heaving. Blood dripped from a deep gash on his shoulder where the Rogue had grazed him.

Slowly, he turned his steel eyes toward me.

I shrank back against the tree, shifting back into my human form out of sheer exhaustion. I pulled my torn shirt around me, shivering violently.

The Alpha shifted.

He was tall. Taller than Marcus. His hair was dark, falling over his forehead, and his body was a map of hard muscle and old scars. He looked wild, dangerous, and utterly lethal.

He marched over to me.

"You," he growled.

I flinched. "I didn't mean to trespass. I was just—"

"You led them here," he accused, his voice rough with adrenaline. "Rogues don't come this close to Silver Creek unless they're chasing something."

He thought I was bait.

"I didn't lead them anywhere!" I snapped, my fear giving way to indignation. "I was minding my own business when they attacked me!"

He looked at my injuries—the dark bruising forming on my ribs, the deep cuts on my arms. His expression softened, just a fraction.

"You're hurt," he said. It wasn't a question.

"I'll live," I muttered, trying to stand. My knees buckled instantly.

He caught me.

His hands were warm. Electric sparks danced across my skin where he touched me. Not the painful burn of silver, but a pleasant, humming buzz that seemed to vibrate through my very marrow.

I looked up into his eyes.

*Mate?* my Inner Wolf whispered, lifting her head in sudden interest.

No. I pushed the thought down, suffocating it. I couldn't do this again.

"I'm Liam Walker," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

"Olivia," I whispered.

"Olivia," he tested the name, rolling it over his tongue. "You're bleeding, Olivia."

He scooped me up into his arms. I should have fought. I should have run. But his scent—that rich coffee and pine smell—was acting like a sedative, dulling my panic.

"Put me down," I protested weakly. "I can walk."

"You have broken ribs," he stated flatly. "And you're on my land. That makes you my problem."

He carried me to the edge of the forest where a jeep was waiting. A Beta jumped out, eyes widening.

"Alpha! You're bleeding!" the Beta exclaimed.

"Drive, Cohen," Liam ordered, settling into the back seat with me still in his lap.

As the jeep rumbled to life, Liam's phone buzzed. He ignored it. It buzzed again, persistent and annoying.

He sighed and answered it, putting it on speaker.

"Alpha Walker," a voice said. "This is Elder David from Moonstone."

My blood froze in my veins. My father.

"What is it, Elder?" Liam asked, his eyes still fixed on me.

"We have reason to believe a fugitive from our Pack has entered your territory. A female. Dangerous."

Liam looked at me. I shook my head frantically, tears welling in my eyes. *Please,* I mouthed.

"I haven't seen any fugitives, David," Liam lied smoothly, without missing a beat. "Just Rogues."

"If you see her..." David's voice cracked. "Tell her... tell her the papers are ready. She needs to come to the border. It's the only way to be free."

The line went dead.

Liam looked down at me, his expression unreadable. "You're the fugitive."

"I'm not a criminal," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I just want to be free of him."

"Him?"

"Marcus Thorne."

Liam's jaw tightened visibly. "The man who rejects his mates."

He knew.

"I have to go back," I said, realizing what my father meant. The legal severance papers. Without them, Marcus could still use the Alpha Command on me anywhere in the country. "I have to sign the papers."

"You're in no condition to travel," Liam said.

"If I don't go now," I said, looking at the moon through the window, "I never will. The grace period for a rejected mate to sever ties ends tomorrow at midnight."

Liam stared at me for a long moment. The air in the car grew heavy, charged with the unspoken pull between us.

"Then we drive fast," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm coming with you."