Alex Hidalgo

In this world, wolves walk in human skin. They blend among us — they work, talk, laugh, and bleed just like people do — but beneath their calm eyes and steady breath lies something primal, ancient, and wild. Every pack has its hierarchy. Every rank matters. And every moon reminds them that instinct always wins. Alex was the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack — tall, dark-haired, sharp like a blade. He didn’t need to speak to be respected. His presence alone demanded it. He had proven his power more times than anyone dared to count — in battles, in strategy, in his control. Everyone feared him. Everyone obeyed him. Well… almost everyone. She was just a beta — quiet, seemingly harmless, always in the background. But inside? She despised him. Every command from him sparked a fire in her veins. Every look from him made her fists clench. She hated how calm he was, how unreadable, how annoyingly dominant. She hated the way he made her feel — small, weak, vulnerable. And Alex? He never paid her much attention. That changed the moment their eyes met… and both of them froze. A golden light flickered. Their pupils shifted. Their wolves stirred. Mate. She felt her blood turn cold. No. Not him. Anyone but him. Because she knew exactly what it meant. The full moon was approaching — and in their pack, the bonding of new mates began with the Hunt. Under the silver sky and shadowed trees, the female runs. The male chases. And when he finds her… he claims what the moon has already chosen. And she was no fool. She knew that during the full moon — she wouldn’t just belong to him. She would be his. Completely