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One Night With The Cruel Alpha

Evie Schoofs

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Werewolf

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I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother. But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction. When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues. I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen? Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs. The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again. But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury. "She's mine."

One Night With The Cruel Alpha Chapter 1

Elara Thorne POV:

The rain was a cold, relentless punishment against my threadbare dress. It plastered the thin fabric to my skin, stealing what little warmth I had left. I knelt in the mud before the towering gates of the Blackwood Packhouse, the icy sludge seeping through the knees of my worn leggings. My body trembled, a pathetic response to the cold and the gnawing fear in my gut, but I held my chin high. I had to.

*He's our mate, Elara. The Moon Goddess chose him for us,* my wolf, Lyra, whimpered in my mind. Her voice was a mix of desperate hope and profound sorrow. She could feel him, our other half, just beyond these stone walls.

*I know, Lyra,* I sent back, my own thoughts a tight, painful knot. *And this is the only way.*

As if summoned by my desperation, the massive oak doors of the packhouse groaned open. A flood of warm, golden light spilled out, silhouetting a figure so large he seemed to fill the entire doorway. Alpha Ryker Blackwood.

The scent hit me first, a clean, sharp fragrance of pine needles and winter frost that cut through the damp air. It was the scent I had dreamed of for eight long years, and Lyra let out a raw, yearning cry in the depths of my soul. I choked it back.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept over me. There was no pity in those storm-grey eyes, only cold, hard assessment. He took in my kneeling form, my muddy clothes, my trembling limbs, and his face remained a mask of indifference. Behind him, a leaner man with dark hair and glasses held a large black umbrella. His Beta, I presumed. His expression was bored, as if he'd seen this pathetic display a hundred times before.

I forced myself to ignore the wild, frantic beating of my heart. This wasn't a reunion. This was a transaction.

"Alpha," I said, my voice shaking but clear. "I request... an audience. I wish to offer my services."

Ryker didn't answer. Instead, he took a step forward, out from under the awning and into the rain. The full force of his Alpha presence crashed down on me, a physical weight that threatened to crush my bones and steal the air from my lungs. It was a test. He was testing my will.

My body screamed to bow, to collapse into the mud and submit. But then, an image flashed in my mind: my brother, Ethan, his face pale and feverish, the black veins of silver poison creeping up his chest. I bit down on my lower lip, hard. The sharp tang of blood filled my mouth, a stark reminder of why I was here. I would not break.

A low sound, something between a grunt and a hum, rumbled in his chest. He seemed fractionally impressed by my resilience. He moved closer, his expensive leather boots sinking slightly into the mud just inches from my knees. Then, he crouched down, his powerful form eclipsing what little I could see of the world.

His fingers, surprisingly warm, clamped onto my chin, forcing my head up. I was trapped, my gaze locked with his. Those dark, intense eyes stared into mine, and for a moment, my heart stopped. It was the first time I had been this close to him in eight years. He was no longer the boy who had saved me, but a king, hard and unforgiving.

He inhaled slowly, his nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly. I knew what he was smelling-rain, mud, fear. But underneath it all, I knew he would find something else. Something pure and untouched. A scent like moss in a deep, ancient forest.

"What do you want?" His voice was a low, magnetic rumble that vibrated through my very bones.

"A single stalk of Moonlight Grass, Alpha," I whispered, the words tasting like ash. "I need it to save my brother."

Behind him, the Beta's eyebrow twitched. He knew the value of what I was asking for. It was a king's ransom.

Ryker's lips twisted into a faint, cruel smirk. He thought I was greedy, a common she-wolf overplaying her hand. He released my chin as if he'd touched something distasteful and rose to his full, intimidating height.

"And you think one night with your body is worth a stalk of Moonlight Grass?" he asked, his tone making it clear he considered it a laughable exchange.

The words were a physical blow, but I couldn't afford to show it. I lowered my eyes to the ground, focusing on the way the rain turned the mud into a swirling mess. "That is for you to decide, Alpha."

A low growl echoed in his chest, so deep I felt it more than heard it. It was his wolf, I realized, protesting this cold negotiation. But the man, the Alpha, crushed the instinct in an instant.

He turned his back on me. "Leo, take her inside. Get her cleaned up."

The deal was done. Relief and shame warred within me, leaving me hollow. Using the last of my strength, I pushed myself up from the mud, my legs shaking violently.

Leo, the Beta, stepped forward and handed me a thick, soft towel. His eyes were professional, detached. "This way."

I followed him into the packhouse, each step a new kind of agony. The warmth of the grand hall was a shock to my system. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto polished marble floors. A fire roared in a massive stone hearth. It was a palace, a world away from the cold, desperate reality I lived in.

A few pack members milling in the hall turned to stare. Their eyes raked over my filthy form with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. Just another stray omega, trying to sleep her way into the Alpha's favor. I ignored them, keeping my eyes fixed on the back of Leo's perfectly tailored suit.

He led me down a long corridor and opened the door to a guest suite. "The bathroom is through there," he said, his voice flat. He paused at the door, turning to give me one last, cold look.

"The Alpha doesn't like to wait."

The door clicked shut, leaving me in a silence that was louder than the storm outside. My knees gave out, and I slid down the smooth, polished wood of the door to the floor. The tears I had held back for so long finally came, hot and silent, mixing with the cold rain still clinging to my face.