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Fated to My Forbidden Alpha – Episode 6
The office door closed behind Luke, leaving Jackson alone with the truth he had spent years refusing to name. Beyond the window, the servants’ quarters stood half hidden among the trees. Somewhere inside them, Selene worked without knowing the future he had already begun deciding for her.
Mate. Wolves prayed for that sacred recognition, trusting the Moon Goddess to shape one soul capable of answering another. Jackson had received what countless others searched their entire lives to find, yet he had treated the bond as an insult from the moment he sensed it.
Fate had given him a servant—an orphan without influence, known bloodline, or visible wolf. Selene could secure no alliance and impress no council. Every quality she seemed to lack became evidence against the powerful Luna Jackson had imagined standing beside him.
“I don’t care,” he told the empty room. His wolf stirred beneath his skin and answered with contemptuous clarity. Liar. Jackson crossed to the drinks cabinet, pouring enough whiskey to burn away a truth instinct refused to let him forget.
For years, he had buried the urge to protect Selene and dismissed the pull of her scent. Distance was supposed to weaken the connection, but the bond had grown with her. Now only two days remained before her eighteenth birthday, and the silver light in her eyes proved something powerful was already pressing toward the surface.
Once her wolf awakened, Selene would recognize him as naturally as breath. She would know he had concealed their bond while allowing the pack to mock her as defective. Jackson could no longer control what she learned, but he still believed rank gave him control over what happened afterward.
“I won’t accept it.” His wolf growled hard enough to vibrate through his ribs. Jackson braced both hands against the cabinet and imagined Tiffany beside him instead—beautiful, politically connected, and trained to make Blood Moon’s ambitions look respectable.
The Moon Goddess had chosen Selene, but Jackson intended to refuse. He would formally reject her before the bond reordered his future, even if severing it wounded them both. He called it one clean break rather than a lifetime of resentment, refusing to hear the cowardice beneath the argument.
Yet Selene’s face appeared whenever he rehearsed the ritual words. He saw her standing beneath his full Alpha aura, trembling but unbowed, and imagined pain replacing the defiance in her eyes. The thought left bitterness on his tongue, so he swallowed another drink and named the reaction weakness.
Across the compound, Selene prepared the great hall for the engagement. She carried flowers, hung lanterns beneath the gallery, and listened as every conversation returned to Jackson’s celebration or Alexander Kane’s approaching convoy. No one remembered that the event fell on her birthday.
Kitchen servants exchanged increasingly impossible stories about Nightwind’s Alpha. One claimed he possessed the strength of ten ordinary Alphas; another swore he could smell a lie across a ballroom. Selene almost smiled until someone said Alexander’s name and warmth unfolded beneath her ribs.
The syllables felt familiar without belonging to any memory. Comfort followed the warmth, deep and quiet, and that made even less sense. She had never met the country’s most feared Alpha, yet her body responded to his name like a place it had spent years trying to find.
At dusk, Selene slipped into the forest. The stream welcomed her with its steady murmur while moonlight trembled across the water. Away from the packhouse bells and watchful eyes, she admitted how frightened she was of reaching eighteen without the wolf everyone expected.
If nothing awakened, every insult Blood Moon gave her would become permanent truth. A wolfless girl could not safely cross the border alone, and the freedom she imagined would remain as distant as the moon reflected in the stream. Selene wrapped her cloak tighter and tried to pray without begging.
“I don’t need power,” she whispered to the Moon Goddess. “I don’t need revenge, either.” The second claim was not completely honest, but justice was smaller than what she wanted. Tears blurred the silver sky as she confessed, “I only want somewhere to belong. Just once.”
Pain exploded through her chest. Selene doubled over while heat raced through nerve, muscle, and bone. Then the agony gathered into a living pulse, pressing from within as though something had been trapped too long and could finally sense the barrier weakening.
A female voice entered her mind—ancient, powerful, and close enough to feel like part of her soul. Soon. The word carried patience, warning, and tenderness before fading. Selene searched the empty bank, but no physical stranger stepped from the trees.
Hope rose sharply enough to hurt. The silver light, heightened senses, and second heartbeat were not fantasies created by desperation. Her wolf was real, waiting behind the final boundary of her birthday, and Selene was no longer entirely alone.
Miles away, Alexander woke as the invisible thread leading east tightened around another heartbeat. His wolf repeated mate with urgent certainty. Someone inside Blood Moon was awakening frightened and alone, and every instinct demanded that he reach her before whatever threatened her could close its hand.
Back in his office, Jackson felt his own wolf fighting the rejection he planned. He told himself he feared losing control, but a harsher truth surfaced beneath the storm: Selene might survive his betrayal, while his wolf would remember it forever. Between the two Alphas, fate pulled tighter around a woman neither understood—and soon one claim would collide with another.
