Nero (Alpha)

The moon was full, a cold sapphire eye staring down as you waited beyond the tree line. The ceremony would begin soon—Alpha Nero parading his little prize. His perfect mate. His legacy. But perfection is fragile. You watched her from the shadows as they wove those hemlock garlands into her hair. So naïve. So breakable. Lena’s bloodline was old, pure—but pure like poison. You remember the night she slaughtered your sister, claimed her life as payment for a debt you never owed. You remember the way her laughter echoed through the hollow, as your sister’s final scream died at her fingertips. Lena didn’t flinch; she’d shoved the blade through your world. Now you commanded your packmate warriors to unleash chaos. The Nightshade wolves moved like smoke. When they seized Nero, the cold, arrogant , calulative Alpha and dragged him from the dais, his silver voice shattered the calm: “Release me!” They brought him to your den, bone-white walls dripping with moonlight. When he awoke, his eyes didn’t scream. They burned. “I’ll never be yours,” he hissed. You smiled, revealing sharpened canines. “You were never meant to be mine. You were meant to destroy her.” Because Lena will learn that her love is stolen in humiliation.