Chapter 4
Chapter 4
ALARIC
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The Imperial Pack has been alive with tension these past two months, and I’m the goddamn center of it. My wolves can smell it on me–my obsession, my hunger for her.
Sorin Carter
The one woman who makes me lose control, whose defiance only feeds the fucking inferno burning inside me. She’s like a thorn lodged under my skin, impossible to remove but too intoxicating to let go.
I start my mornings thinking about her, and my nights filled with dreams of her sharp tongue and the way her lips curve when she’s mocking me.
It’s maddening. No–she’s maddening.
Today, I send her a gift. A golden statue of myself, standing over en feet tall. It’s ridiculous, I know, but Sorin drives me to these lengths. She rejected the bouquet of roses last week. Tossed the diamond necklace into the fountain.
Let’s see her ignore this.
I have it delivered to her courtyard, where she can’t avoid it. The thing gleams under the sun, my sculpted figure standing tall with my crown and a wolf at my side. A masterpiece, honestly.
The artist outdid themselves.
Hours later, a servant stumbles into my office, pale–faced and holding a note.
“She, uh… She sent this back, Your Majesty,” he stammers, holding out the slip of paper.
I snatch it, already anticipating the bite in her words.
‘Where should I return this? The nearest landfill or the bottom of the ocean p>
I laugh, loud enough that my Beta outside my door flinches. God, she’s infuriating. I lean back in my chair, imagining her face when she saw it–probably rolled her eyes so hard she gave herself a headache.
The next time I see her, it’s at one of her absurd tea parties. The stables smell better than those gatherings of tight–lipped she–wolves pretending to enjoy her company. But I’m not here for them.
I’m here for her.
I make my entrance grand, of course. The Alpha King doesn’t slink into a room unnoticed. My cape flows behind me as I stride in, radiating dominance and authority.
The room falls silent, every eye on me–except hers. Sorin barely glances up from her cup, her expression calm but her lips twitching. I know that look.
“Your Majesty,” she says sweetly, her voice laced with venom, “the stables are that way p>
A chorus of laughter erupts around us. She fucking planned that I glare at the other women, and they scatter like leaves in the wind.
But Sorin doesn’t move. She just sits there, sipping her tea as though she didn’t just humiliate me in front of the pack. I lean in, close enough to smell the faint citrus of her shampoo.
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“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” I growl, my voice low enough that only she can hear.
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She sets her cup down, finally meeting my gaze. Her eyes are fire molten and unyielding. “No” she says simply. “I know I
Two days later, I see her on the edge of the village, crouched down and trying to coax some mangy stray out from under a cart. It’s a scrawny thing, its fur matted and one ear bent awkwardly.
This is my chance. I’m going to be the hero. The gentleman. The Alpha King who rescues kittens and wins the heart of his stubborn mate.
I yank off my cloak and crouch beside her. “Move,” I command, reaching under the cart. The cat hisses, swiping at me, but I’m faster. I grab the damn thing by the scruff and pull it out, holding it triumphantly in front of her.
She blinks at me, her nose twitching. Then she sneezes.
“Are you p>
“Allergic,” she cuts in, her voice nasally. “But thanks, Your Majesty. I’ll be sure to put this in my growing list of reasons to avoid you p>
I hold the cat tighter, its claws digging into my skin as it struggles My wolves are laughing in the distance. I consider throwing the thing into the river.
When the island is ready, I make sure she knows.
“An island?” she repeats, standing in the middle of the throne room. “You bought me an island p>
“Not just any island,” I say, stepping closer. “It’s secluded, private A place where you can do whatever you want. Be whoever
you want p>
Her lips part slightly, and for a second, I think I’ve won.
Then she smirks. “Finally,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “A place to store all my socks p>
My jaw clenches, my fists itching to grab her, to shake that damnsmirk off her face with my lips. Instead, I watch as she turns on her heel and walks away, her laughter echoing through the halls.
The invitation to the ball I prepared especially for her is my final move. If she doesn’t give in after this, I’ll have to take… other measures. I make sure the dress code is clear: formal, elegant, no exceptions.
When she arrives, every eye in the room turns to her—and not for the reasons I hoped.
Sorin stands in the doorway, her hair loose and wild, wearing what looks like a silk pajama set. It’s blue, covered in tiny crescent moons and stars. She’s barefoot.
She still looks incredible fuckable.
My wolves shift uncomfortably, murmurs spreading through the crowd.
Sorin raises her arms in mock surprise. “What? I thought this was a pajama party p>
The room explodes into laughter.
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I’m done holding back. I’d have her chained if that means I’ll have her all to myself.
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I stride toward her, the crowd parting like waves before me. She oesn’t flinch as I stop inches from her, my towering frame casting a shadow over her smaller one.
“You think this is a game? You think this would make me stop, dling?” I whisper, my voice low and dangerous.
She tilts her head, her smile infuriatingly calm. I love that about her. “Oh, it’s not a game. Your Majesty, she replies. “It’s a fucking sport p>
Oh Goddess, you will be mine, baby. The sooner you realize that the better.
PRESENT
The ink on her last letter is barely dry. I reread her reply, the car ful curve of her words, her restraint isn’t deliberate. It’s as though she thinks this game can be won with dignity intact. She loesn’t know me yet. Not really.
She’s wrong.
Sorin Carter will break,
Not because she’s weak–she’s not–but because I’ll shatter her carefully constructed walls, piece by beautiful piece. I want the raw, unfiltered version of her. The version she doesn’t trust anyone to see.
My fingers drum against the oak desk, her letter caught between them, and I grin. She hasn’t refused me outright. That’s as good as a “yes.” And if she thinks she can outmaneuver me, she’s mistaken. This is chess, and she doesn’t realize she’s already the queen on my board.
But my grin vanishes when the door creaks open without a knock.
One of the maids stumbles in, eyes darting around as if she expects to be mauled. Smart. She should. “Your Majesty,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “Alpha Wade of the Woodridge Pack has arrived at their territory… unannounced p>
My hands freeze mid–motion.
Of all the fucking people. Wade.
I didn’t think that coward would come back after I send him to war.
I had deliberately created a political war between them and the closest pack all for him to leave my Sorin’s side. How is he already back?
I don’t move for a moment, my gaze locked on the letter as if I can burn through the paper with my thoughts alone. “How?” My voice is low, even. Too even.
“They shook hands with their enemy with a consideration, my King,” she stammers, fidgeting like prey under a predator’s
stare.
I wave her off without another word. The door clicks shut behind her, but the air in the room thickens. Wade’s arrival is an insult in itself, but it’s the timing that has my beast snarling just eneath the surface.
“Just take her off that dumpster and chain her here… she will bours, nonetheless.” My wolf whispers.
Fuck. I’m trying to carve our love story as naturally as I could. Sin wouldn’t want me kidnapping her. Although I am already close to doing that if she rejects me even further.
Before I can decide how to change my plan on meeting her, the harp tap of claws against glass pulls my attention to the
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window.
The courier.
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The scraggly wolf stands perched on the sill, claws scraping against the glass, his expression as unreadable as ever. I unlock the latch, swinging the window open, and he slinks in, clutching is satchel.
“Report.” I snap, my patience thin,
He hesitates. Fucking hesitates. That’s enough to set me on edge
“There was no one in her room today,” he finally mutters.
“What p>
“No one was there. No reply to your letter, Alpha p>
My chest tightens, a coil of rage building in my gut. “Elaborate p>
The courier flinches, his eyes darting anywhere but mine. “I–she’s not in her chambers. The Luna… isn’t there p>
My blood turns cold.
“Where is she?” My voice is razor–sharp, dangerous.
Silence replies back.
“WHERE?” My wolf slowly voices out the edge, reverberating through the room.
The courier exhales shakily, his next words slicing through my restraint.
“The Alpha of the Woodridge Pack and her mistress had stripped her of her title. She’s been … thrown into the dungeon in alleged poisoning attempt p>
The room falls deathly silent.
What?
I stare at him, his words hanging in the air as smoke chokes the last flicker of sanity I have left.
Dungeon.
Dungeon.
She’s in the dungeon.
A filthy place.
The word echoes in my mind, over and over, each repetition slicing deeper into my control. The future queen isn’t fit to be in a dungeon…
My grip on the edge of the desk tightens until the wood cracks neath my fingers. Slowly, methodically, I rise from my chair.
The courier steps back instinctively, his eyes wide.
“Leave,” I order, my voice barely above a whisper, yet it carries a command that brooks no argument.
He scrambles out the window without a second thought, the silence he leaves behind more deafening than his presence.
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Al wedi made nu par to life, clawing for release bonerme’s going to pay for re
That nicking pack I should have fauned it donen long ago.
I dont have taken her
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They touched her. They fucking touched her.
They will deed fur
Wade Thaver He’s here at the worst possible time. Or perhaps the best.
The corner of my lips twitch into a snarl as the anger sharpens, dd and calculating
Wade’s Box Then Fll deal with whoever thought throwing my late into a cell was a good idea.
By the time Foo done, they’ll wish they’d buried themselves insid
Wepure the pack warriors. We’re going on a vacation”
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