CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA ENEMY

The night smelled like blood. Ryker Storm stood at the edge of his territory, his chest rising slowly as the wind carried a scent he had never forgotten. Dark. Powerful. Dangerous. "Kael Draven..." he muttered, his jaw tightening. The Alpha King had finally come. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest as shadows moved between the trees. Then- He stepped out. Tall. Dominant. Untouchable. Kael Draven's presence alone was enough to make weaker wolves bow. But Ryker wasn't weak. Their eyes locked. And the world... stilled. Something snapped. Not anger. Not fear. Something deeper.

Something forbidden. Mate. The word hit Ryker like a punch to the chest. "No..." he whispered under his breath. It was impossible. Two Alphas? Never. Kael's eyes darkened, as if he felt it too. The air thickened with tension. With hunger. With something neither of them wanted. "You crossed into my land," Ryker growled, forcing control into his voice. Kael tilted his head slightly, studying him like prey. "Your land?" he said calmly. "Everything belongs to me." Ryker stepped forward, eyes blazing. "Not me." For a second, silence fell. Then Kael moved. Fast. Too fast. He grabbed Ryker by the collar, pulling him close to close enough for their breaths to mix. And that dangerous connection exploded between them. "Careful," Kael murmured, his voice low and dark. "You don't understand what you are provoking." Ryker's heart pounded violently. Not from fear. From the bond. "I'm not afraid of you," he shot back. Kael's grip tightened slightly. "Good," he whispered. "Because you should be afraid of what you are to me." And in that moment... Ryker realized the truth. The man he was ready to kill... Was the one his soul had already chose