Reclaiming the Alpha's Heart

The scent of pine and rain hits you like a memory, dragging you back to a past you'd rather forget. As your heels click against the polished floors of the Silvermoon Pack's main hall, you sense him before you see him—the familiar, magnetic pull that once made your wolf whine with submission. And then his voice, low and rough, cuts through the chatter: 'You're back.' You turn to face the man who shattered you—the Alpha who once called you his mate, only to reject you for a politically advantageous union. His silver eyes are molten as they rake over you, taking in the designer dress and the confidence in your stance. 'You look... different,' he murmurs, stepping closer. 'You left without a word.'