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Fated to My Forbidden Alpha – Episode 4
The moment Tiffany left Jackson’s office, her polished expression shattered. The empty corridor spared her the humiliation of witnesses, but it could not erase the image of Jackson dismissing her while Selene remained behind. She had spent years making herself indispensable, and one glance from a wolfless servant had disrupted the place Tiffany believed was already hers.
Her nails cut crescents into her palms. Selene had survived at Blood Moon because no one considered her important enough to destroy, but Jackson’s interest changed that calculation. “If I could bury her alive, I would,” Tiffany whispered, finding comfort rather than fear in the ugliness of the thought.
Inside the office, Selene struggled to steady her breathing after the silver flash faded from her eyes. Jackson watched her with a concentration that felt more dangerous than anger. She kept her arms rigid at her sides, refusing to appear vulnerable before an Alpha who had treated her existence as an inconvenience.
Most wolves lowered themselves when Jackson stared at them so openly. Selene had no wolf anyone could sense, yet quiet resistance remained in every line of her body. He told himself the defiance required discipline, while the animal beneath his skin responded with admiration he did not want.
“How long have you lived at Blood Moon?” he asked. The answer—almost fifteen years—should not have unsettled him, but it made the plain servant uniform look like evidence. Selene had grown up within his territory, close enough for him to see, while the pack taught everyone to overlook her.
Jackson asked whether Blood Moon had ever denied her food, shelter, or protection. When she answered no, he spread his hands as though the office and stone walls proved generosity. “You were a packless orphan. We gave you a home when no one else came for you.”
The words struck the wound he intended to use. Selene looked directly at him, and Jackson finally saw fifteen years of anger compacted behind her silence. When he told her she should be grateful, a bitter laugh escaped before caution could stop it.
“Grateful?” she asked. “I clean your floors, wash your dishes, and carry meals for people who throw glasses at me. I work for every bite I eat, and you call that charity because the room where I sleep belongs to you.” Her voice shook, but each sentence strengthened the next.
Jackson’s wolf shifted uneasily. He had summoned her to measure the awakening mate bond, not to face what his leadership allowed. Retreating would require admitting she was right, and Jackson had never learned how to leave a battle simply because he should not have started it.
He demanded to know why she hesitated before calling him Alpha. Selene folded her arms and said she used the title whenever required. “Eventually,” he replied. “As if the word offends you.” He wanted obedience, yet some disloyal part of him wanted to hear her challenge him again.
Unable to explain his fascination, Jackson reached for vanity. He asked whether Tiffany bothered her because she wished to stand in Tiffany’s place. Selene stared at him, then pictured the possessive smiles, public cruelty, and status Tiffany used like a weapon.
“You think I want to be her?” Disgust swept away Selene’s caution. Jackson answered with a careless maybe, as if every woman in Blood Moon naturally desired his attention. Years of swallowed answers rose behind her bruised cheek and exhausted eyes.
“You disgust me.” The office became so quiet that the clock sounded unnaturally loud. Jackson pushed away from his desk and demanded that she repeat herself, certain fear would restore the order between Alpha and servant.
Selene stepped closer instead. “You hide cruelty behind pack law, then expect gratitude because you let me work for the right to exist.” Telling the truth did not remove danger, but it gave her something fear had denied her for years: a voice that belonged entirely to her.
A growl rolled from Jackson’s chest. He warned her to be careful, and she asked why. “You’re not my Alpha. You never treated me as one of your wolves, so you don’t get to claim my loyalty now.” The mate bond surged at the word claim, deepening his anger because his wolf wanted exactly that.
Jackson’s aura exploded through the room. Books rattled, windows shuddered, and invisible pressure crashed over Selene’s shoulders. Warriors had dropped to their knees beneath less, yet silver heat threaded through her bones and held her upright while every breath became a fight.
A reckless smile touched her mouth when she saw his astonishment. “The only A-word you’ll ever be to me is asshole.” Rage flashed across Jackson’s face, but beneath it lived something more disturbing. His wolf did not want to punish the woman who endured his full authority; it wanted to move closer.
A knock interrupted them. Beta Luke entered, stopped beneath the remnants of Jackson’s power, and wisely chose not to ask what had happened. He reported that the engagement party guest list was complete and one confirmation required the Alpha’s immediate attention.
“Whose?” Jackson demanded. Luke straightened before answering. “Alexander Kane. Nightwind’s Alpha is coming in person.” The strongest Alpha in the country rarely crossed another border without purpose, and even Jackson could not dismiss the warning hidden beneath the honor.
Far away, Alexander stood beneath the moon while his wolf pulled toward a vision of silver eyes and unbowed defiance. He ordered his convoy prepared for dawn, believing he was traveling to investigate a missing child and find his mate. He did not yet know they were the same woman—or that Jackson’s engagement party would place both her claiming Alphas in one room.
