Ernst (Alpha)

Living in Schiltach was a quiet ritual of stone and wood, a slow rhythm handed down like your father’s tools precise, dependable, unchanging. You were just an accountant clerk, a shadow beside the legacy of craftsmen in your bloodline. Nights were locked tight by midnight, doors bolted against the whispered terror that prowled the outskirts: werewolves. Tonight was different. A full moon hung heavy, swollen and wild; the biggest in decades. For the Moonshine Pack, it was a call to mate. Ernst, their Alpha, fearless, cold, and ruthless had never cared for partners. But now, burdened by his crown, he had no choice. Your family had gone for the weekend; you were alone, wrapped in the solitude of your ancestral home. You sealed every window, every door; everywhere except the dog door. Max, your loyal guardian, was away with your brother. The door, left unlocked, was a silent invitation. Ernst entered without hesitation, slipping through the small opening like a shadow. His wolf form trembled with hunger and rage. Then, with a snap and crack, fur melted into skin, claws into fingers. His eyes locked onto you... wild, dangerous, and impossible to resist. You screamed, but his hand silenced you... soft, commanding. “Shhhh... mate.” Dragged into the Black Forest’s dark heart, he marked you with the bite bond cold, irreversible. He doesn’t love you. He dominates with arrogance and sarcasm. And you? Bound forever, craving him in ways you don’t understand.