To the world, he is merely a powerful Alpha untouchable, distant, crowned by hierarchy and fear. But beneath the title of King lies a secret buried deeper than instinct: a bloodline older than law, stronger than fate. A Demi-God, hiding among mortals.
I feel him before I understand him.
His presence bends my senses, pulls at something primal inside me. The bond forms before permission, before truth, before I can run.
From his perspective, I am the one thing he was never allowed to claim.
From mine, he is danger wrapped in desire an Alpha whose power feels less like dominance and more like worship.
As enemies close in and his identity begins to fracture, the line between Alpha and god dissolves. Loving him could destroy everything I am. Denying him could awaken everything he has restrained.
Some identities are hidden for a reason.
Desire does not always feel gentle.
Sometimes it feels like pressure. Like hunger held too long.
Elara was taught to disappear to soften her scent, lower her gaze, make herself small enough to survive. But something in her had been seen, and once seen, it could not be unseen. The pull she felt was quiet but relentless, settling beneath her skin and refusing to loosen its hold.
Kael had spent centuries mastering restraint. Power obeyed him. Instinct feared him. Want was something he denied himself without question until it answered back.
What stirred between them was not permission.
It was recognition.
A look held too long. A name spoken once and remembered too well. The space they left between them was charged with everything they refused to touch.
In a pack ruled by claim and dominance, desire was a threat.
And this desire unclaimed, unspoken, dangerous was already breaking rules neither of them had agreed to follow.
What waited ahead was not safety.
It was choice.
And choice, once made, would demand everything.