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Ten Years Ago
Ash was eight when she first learned what the word alpha truly meant.
That day, her house rang with noise. Footsteps thundered down hallways. Voices overlapped. Laughter bounced off every wall. With four brothers and four sisters, silence never lived here. Ash had always believed everyone under their roof was an alpha. Her mothers made it feel normal. One was a beta, calm and steady. The other was an alpha, commanding without ever raising her voice.
Ash thought that was simply how families worked.
She had never been to school. Her lessons happened at the kitchen table and in bedtime stories. She learned about identity, survival, and the weight of what you were born to be. School was something she only imagined: a place where children gathered and left by afternoon. She did not yet understand what it meant to be watched.
Present Day
Ash stared at her ceiling, phone pressed to her ear. Her off day had lasted less than an hour.
“Please, Ash. Someone cancelled,” her boss begged. “I’ll pay overtime.”
She sighed. “I already made plans.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Fine,” she said. “I’m coming.”
The bus ride felt endless. Bodies pressed together. Conversations blurred with traffic. Ash kept her gaze on the passing lights and ignored the curious glances. In this city, someone her size drew attention. She tightened her grip on her bag strap and tried not to think about the exam waiting for her next week.
The event was at King’s Peak Resort. The name alone sent a faint wave of dizziness through her. She pushed it down and stepped off the bus.
Music thumped from inside the glowing building. Bursts of laughter spilled into the cool night air. Ash called her boss again as she approached the entrance.
“I’m here.”
A woman answered instead. “Oh. So he does have a girl.”
Ash blinked. “What?”
“I’m his wife.”
“Ma’am, I’m not in a relationship with your husband,” Ash said quickly. “He called me in to work.”
There was a short pause. Then a softer, embarrassed laugh. “Oh… sorry, dear. The party is on the fourth floor.”
“Thank you.” Ash ended the call and stepped into the elevator. She pressed the button for four. The doors closed.
Halfway up, the elevator slowed. The doors opened on the second floor.
A man stepped in.
He was tall. Composed. Power clung to him like a second skin. The moment he entered, the air grew heavier. A deep, dark scent rolled over her, warm cedar and rich spice with an edge of leather. It settled low in her stomach.
Ash’s pulse jumped. Heat prickled across her skin. She pressed the button for her floor again, willing the doors to close faster. A sharp twist of need shot through her core. Her thighs pressed together. Another wave of warmth followed, slick and insistent. She clenched her jaw.
Not here. Not now.
She risked a glance at him. He watched her in silence, eyes dark and calculating. He said nothing. He did not need to. His presence filled the small space completely.
Ash crossed her arms over her chest. Her nipples had tightened beneath her uniform. Heat pooled between her legs. She focused on the glowing floor numbers and breathed through her mouth, but his scent still flooded her senses.
The elevator rose slowly. The silence stretched, thick and electric. Every second felt longer than the last. Ash’s heart hammered against her ribs. She refused to bare her neck. She refused to submit to the pull screaming inside her.
When the doors finally opened on the eighth floor, the man stepped out first. He paused and looked back at her. His gaze lingered, knowing, intense, dangerous.
Then he was gone.
Ash sagged against the wall as the doors closed again. She pressed a hand to her stomach and drew in a shaky breath. Her skin still felt too warm. The ache lingered.
Whoever that alpha was, she hoped their paths would not cross again tonight.
She had a feeling they would.