Chapter 1
Isolde’s POV
“Dad… please, you have to save her! She’s my best friend…”
The muffled sobs outside the door dragged my shattered mind back from the dark. It was Mia’s voice—thin, trembling, almost breaking.
Then a low, commanding male voice answered. Mia’s father. The strongest, most untouchable Alpha in our pack. Silas.
“Her inner wolf was completely shattered by the rogue bites, Mia. You know what that means.”
“No… Dad, you’re the strongest Alpha. Your energy can heal her, right? I can’t lose Isolde. Please, save her!”
“…Wait downstairs. No one comes in without my permission.”
The door shut with a quiet click, followed by the sound of the lock.
Only the two of us remained in the room.
I lay on a huge bed. The sheets felt foreign, smelling heavily of pure Alpha scent.
Deep inside my head, it felt like needles were stabbing my brain. Every breath sent a sharp pain through the broken connection in my chest.
The memory of the rogues’ teeth and the smell of blood still haunted me.
Silas walked up to the bed. His tall body blocked most of the light.
That dark, heavy Alpha presence washed over my skin. Pale-gold eyes looked down at my pale face without any emotion.
“Your inner wolf is broken,” he said, his voice steady like a man used to giving orders. “Mia begged me to save you.”
“To fix it, I have to push my Alpha energy directly into your body. Any clothing will block the flow. Take it off. All of it.”
My nails dug into the blanket. I even heard the fabric tear a little.
Shame burned my ears and neck. But his stare was too heavy, the Alpha pressure too strong for me to fight back.
Shaking, I peeled off my remaining clothes. When the cool air hit my bare skin, I curled my shoulders by instinct.
Silas didn't look away.
He slowly put on a pair of black isolation gloves from the nightstand. Once his hands were covered, he leaned down.
His rough fingertips pressed into the center of my chest, right between my breasts.
“Don’t move.”
A thin stream of Alpha energy seeped in through his touch.
It felt like electric sparks, like hot liquid racing through my veins. My breath hitched.
The skin under his hand went numb and hot. My nipples tightened and trembled on their own.
His hand was huge. The heat of his palm pushed through the glove as he rubbed in slow, heavy circles.
“Your heart is racing,” he said calmly. His other hand moved to the swollen scent gland on the side of my neck.
His thumb pressed into the soft flesh. “Relax. This is just the start.”
More energy poured in.
A sharp tingle exploded from my gland and shot down my spine. My thighs clamped together.
My toes curled into the sheets. It was just an exam, but the feeling of being forced open and filled sent a strange, deep ache into my lower belly.
I bit my lip, holding back my gasps.
Silas’s eyes stayed cool. His fingers didn't stop, pushing the energy deeper and deeper between my chest and my neck.
The only sounds in the room were my messy breathing and the rustle of his clothes.
“Hold on a little longer,” he murmured. Half comfort, half total command.
“Your wolf is fighting my energy. Once it settles down, we can move lower.”
I kept my eyes shut, my eyelashes wet with tears.
But my body was honest. Every place he touched still burned.
Outside, I could hear Mia pacing the hallway—a reminder of how wrong, and how dangerous, this was.
Finally, Silas stood up.
He looked down at me, his voice absolute.
“The upper pathways are barely open. Next, we have to reach your deep core.”