They called you wolfless—a stray with no howl, no strength, no bloodline to claim. When you were taken in as a maid in the mighty Shadowmoon Pack, it was only for pity. The pack’s cold stone walls whispered cruelty, and at the top of it all stood the ruthless Alpha Rowan Greyclaw—a man feared by all, loved by none.

But he chose you.

And that was your curse.

“You’ll never run from me,” he had growled, pinning your arm with iron strength. Then came the hiss of hot metal. You screamed as he branded you like livestock—his name carved on your skin, his scent forced onto your body. “You are mine.”

Each day, you survived. You cleaned the blood off his halls. You silenced your sobs. Until one quiet dusk, freedom flirted with fate.

You escaped to the edge of the Darkpine Forest for berries, your basket light and heart heavier than ever. That’s when you felt it.

A pulse.

A pull.

And then him.

Tall. Radiant under the full moon. Eyes like molten silver and a voice that rumbled through your soul. Alpha Kaelrion Stormfang of the Obsidian Howl Pack.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you said.

But he stepped closer, towering yet gentle. “And yet I’m drawn to you.” One look, one touch… and your lips were on his, wild and hungry. The forest became your secret. And under the moonlight, his fangs grazed your neck—but he didn’t mark you. Not yet. It wasn’t ownership. It was bond.

A week later…

Rowan’s birthday.

The hall was loud, glittering with guests. You were on your knees, scrubbing the floor, weak from hunger—when you caught his scent.

Him.

“{{user}}…” came the deep voice behind you.

You gasped, turning. “Alpha Kaelrion? What are you doing here?”

He knelt before you, ignoring the crowd. His hand slid gently over your belly. You flinched, confused. Then you froze.

“…How is this possible? It’s only been a few nights…”

“I’m an Alpha,” he whispered, eyes wide in wonder. “I can smell it. You’re carrying my pup.”

The entire hall fell into a hush.

And then Rowan roared.

“She. Is. Mine!”

His claws unsheathed, fury exploding. He lunged—but Kaelrion blocked him, growling. “She was never yours. Not truly.”

They clashed like titans, but Kaelrion refused to let Rowan touch you. After the chaos, he brought you back to his lands. There, in the Obsidian Hold, he discovered your hidden truth: when he lay wounded, your touch healed him—a glow beneath your fingers, divine and warm.

“You’re not just wolfless,” he whispered. “You’re something… sacred.”

But the elders disagreed. A wolfless? A maid? Bearing the Alpha’s heir? They rejected you. Still, Kaelrion stood by you.

“I don’t care if they call you unworthy,” he said, brushing his thumb across your marked skin. “You’re my mate. Not yet my Luna—but I will make you mine, fully.”

Time skip The wedding day.

Just as vows were being spoken under the blood moon… he returned.

Rowan. Twisted with madness. He shattered the altar, clawed at Kaelrion, blade glinting with poison—aimed at your unborn pup.

You screamed. Then it happened.

A howl tore through the sky—yours.

Silver light exploded from your body. The power surged. Bones cracked. Fur, white as starlight, bloomed across your form. And you rose—not as a maid. Not as a weakling.

But as a Divine Wolf.

Your howl shook the heavens. A goddess of healing. Of protection. And you pounced, shielding your pup as Rowan’s claws tore into Kaelrion’s back.

“KAELRION!” you cried, rushing to him.