The Coldest Wolf

Rhaek crossed the mansion’s hall like a contained storm. Rage pulsed under his skin and echoed off the polished walls, where omegas lowered their eyes at the scent of his fury.

In the dim light of the living room, his Luna waited, her curvy body dressed to please him. But he didn’t touch her.

“He’s making room for her. He’s going to fall like a fool,” he muttered, pouring a shot of bourbon into a crystal glass.

The Luna said nothing. She knew that when Kael was the topic, shadows weighed heavily.

Hours later, Rhaek summoned his closest for the “Night of Shadows,” na ancient, sadistic ritual few dared question. Narelle received the invitation directly via a coded message. She knew refusing would be seen as weakness.

“A hunt,” the message read. “Relief and revelation. Bring your claws.”

The forest stretched beyond the gates of the ancestral estate. Ancient. Vast. The air was different there—more raw, more animal.

At the center, a bonfire. Naked omegas, marked with red paint on their hips, breathed deeply before the whistle. They ran. The game had begun.

Narelle arrived dressed in black leather, eyes sharp like blades. Rhaek welcomed her with a lascivious and cruel smile.

“Tonight you’ll truly understand what separates us, Narelle. We are predators. They... are offerings.”

Kael stood at the back, more reserved. Rhaek passed him, handed him a hidden blade, and with a swift movement, sliced his side.

Kael clenched his jaw. The wound was shallow, but the message was clear.

“Don’t drown in her, brother. Or you’ll lose yourself.”

Kael said nothing, elegantly wiping the blood away.

The hunt continued. Narelle crossed paths with Rhaek’s Luna—na old alpha she-wolf, cruel in her coldness. They studied each other, circling like mirrored opposites.

But it was the sound of a scream that marked the real beginning of the ritual.

A virgin omega, small and trembling, had been captured. Her eyes begged, but no sound would save her flesh.

Rhaek took her first. There was no tenderness, only brutal domination. She cried without voice as blood mixed with the earth.

Narelle watched from afar, motionless. Others followed. Different wolves. Rough. Merciless. The girl seemed already dead inside.

“Keep her alive,” Narelle said quietly as she approached the fire. “Take care of her. She’s still breathing.”

Rhaek looked at her with contempt. The omega could barely hold herself up.

“Mercy, Narelle? You still pretend to have a heart?”

Then, with a cold, calculated snap, he broke the girl’s neck with one hand.

The silence that followed was more brutal than the previous screams.

Narelle simply turned and walked out of the clearing without a word. Outwardly, a monument of control. Inside, something was breaking—silently. And no one would notice until it was too late.

[...]

The smell of death still clung to Narelle’s nostrils as she crossed the forest’s edge.

She didn’t look back.

She didn’t need to. The scene was etched in her mind like a scar that still throbbed.

The broken young omega on the ground.

Blood mixed with wet earth.

The snap.

The muffled laughter of males around the fire.

The indifference of Rhaek’s Luna.

And him.

Rhaek. The wolf she once believed was merely harsh… not rotten.

She walked for minutes, maybe hours. When she reached the back veranda of the mansion, her leather stuck to her skin from sweat and rage, she exploded.

She threw the weapon to the ground, punched the wall with such force the wood gave in.

A trickle of blood ran down her wrist.

She didn’t care.

She saw herself in that omega.

So many years surrounded by clauses, contracts, protection protocols...

But what if one day all that vanished?

What if Rhaek one day decided to ignore the rules?

She would be that girl.

Violated.

Torn.

Dead.

Narelle sank to the marble floor, panting. Something inside her began to change.

It wasn’t regret.

It wasn’t grief.

It was a new kind of ruthlessness. A dark birth.

She would stop surviving—and start conquering.

Power.

Real power.

Cruel, if needed.

He will pay.

He will beg at my feet before the end.

And for that, I will use the only wolf he fears.

Hours later, at the top of her glass-walled apartment, Kael came to her.

His side was still bandaged.

He had the same elegant look, but a shadow lingered in his eyes.

Pain made him more human.

More accessible.

More dangerous.

“Came to show how good you are at pretending it was just brotherly fun?” she asked with disdain.

Kael smiled. He was sober. Serious.

“Came to see if I bleed?” he replied.

Silence.

Narelle approached him. Just inches away.

The sparks from their earlier clash still hung in the air.

But there was something new: a silent alliance.

“I’ll say it only once, Kael. If you want to use me, it has to be now. Because I will allow it. But don’t think you own me.”

“You don’t own me either, Narelle. But you can use me. That’s the game, isn’t it?”

She pulled him by the collar of his shirt. Their lips crashed like thermal shock. It was war. Sex. A declaration.

In the middle of the night, between sheets, she whispered:

“I’m going to destroy Rhaek. With you. Or without you. But if you stay…”

Kael turned his face to her, still sweaty, panting, a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Then let’s change the rules, Narelle. Let’s start from the inside.”

She didn’t reply. She simply sat on him, naked, her nails trailing down his abdomen to the bandage. He shivered, but didn’t stop her.

“You bleed... but you don’t retreat.”

“I’m a wolf, not na ordinary man. And you, Narelle... you’re the poison that feeds me.”

She slowly lowered her hips, feeling his hardness pulsing beneath her. He let out a deep, husky moan, like a caged thunder.

His hands came to her waist, firm, but not brutal.

This time, Kael wasn’t in command.

He allowed himself to be led.

Narelle rode him slow, deep, at a deliberate rhythm.

She wanted to see him yield.

Wanted to hear the truth his silence hid.

Wanted the heart of the most feared brother.

“Kael…” she whispered, leaning toward his mouth.

He kissed her hard, but there was no rage—only need.

His tongue searched for more than pleasure: it sought relief.

“Don’t think. Just feel,” she urged.

His hips responded with a stronger thrust, making her moan loudly.

Pleasure spread between them like embers under their skin.

She scratched his chest, bit his shoulder, and he let her.

Let it all happen.

Let himself be touched, taken, consumed.

“You’re my downfall, Narelle…” he said hoarsely, eyes shut, head thrown back.

She froze. That... wasn’t part of the game.

“Say it again,” she whispered, breathless.

Kael opened his eyes. There was something shining in them. Something she didn’t know.

“If you want, I’ll give you everything. Just tell me you won’t break me completely.”

That was the pearl.

There, naked, sweaty, straddling the alpha who terrified other females, Narelle saw what no one else had:

Kael could love.

Not in the ordinary way.

But in a brutal, irreversible way.

She leaned toward his lips with a smile that was almost tenderness.

“I won’t break you, Kael. Not yet.”

He moaned low, gripping her harder now, without restraint.

Their movements intensified. His body rose and sank beneath hers with rhythmic fury, moans muffled by kisses, skin slapping skin, gasps in desperation.

When she climaxed, she screamed his name like a verdict.

And Kael... Kael followed

right after, burying himself fully inside her, in a guttural growl of a defeated wolf.

Then silence.

Sweaty. Tense.

Narelle knew what she had won.

Not just his body.

But his loyalty.

And maybe... his soul.