The Last Alphas Mate

The Last Alphas Mate

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Lyra has survived by staying invisible-quiet, unnoticed, and forgotten by the world of wolves she was born into. When she is summoned to the Nightfall Pack's Gathering, she expects nothing more than another reminder of how little she belongs. What she doesn't expect is Kade. As the last Alpha capable of holding the fractured territories together, Kade has learned to master control over both his pack and the beast within him. But the moment Lyra steps into the moonlight, the balance he's spent years protecting begins to fracture. The bond between them awakens without warning-dangerous, undeniable, and politically disastrous. Lyra doesn't want the attention. Kade doesn't want to risk his pack. Yet the moon does not make mistakes. With rival Alphas watching, a restless council demanding answers, and a past Lyra has buried clawing its way back to the surface, the question is no longer whether the bond exists- But whether choosing it will destroy them both.

Chapter 1 BLOOD MOON CLAIM

The Blood Moon hovered low above the clearing, staining the night in shades of red and shadow. Lanterns flickered between the trees, their warm glow fighting against the chill that crept in after sunset. Soft music drifted through the air while unmated wolves gathered in small clusters, laughter and hope mingling in equal measure.

The ceremony happened every year.

Some came to be chosen.

Others came simply to be seen.

Lyra did neither.

She lingered near the edge of the forest, half-hidden behind a line of old pines where the firelight couldn't quite reach. Shadows wrapped around her like a shield, and she welcomed them. Her dress-faded, borrowed, and clearly not meant for her-hung awkwardly from her shoulders. It wasn't torn or improper, just wrong in a way that made her feel painfully visible if anyone looked too closely.

Most of the others had prepared for tonight. Painted lips. New fabrics. Bright laughter meant to draw attention.

Lyra had prepared by disappearing.

Her adoptive family stood closer to the clearing, already absorbed in conversation. They hadn't noticed when she drifted away. They rarely did. The absence of notice was a familiar thing-quiet, dull, and strangely comforting.

The scents of the gathering swirled together-smoke, roasted meat, perfume, damp earth. Then something cut through it all.

Sharp. Dark. Commanding.

Lyra stiffened.

Her wolf stirred, lifting its head as if sensing a storm before it broke.

The music faltered.

Whispers rippled through the crowd, spreading outward like a wave. Laughter died. Conversations fell quiet. Wolves straightened instinctively-or lowered their gazes.

Alpha Kade Draven had arrived.

Lyra didn't need to see him to feel the shift in the air. His presence pressed down on the clearing with quiet authority, undeniable and heavy. Stories of the Nightfall Alpha were told in hushed voices-of a leader who ruled with discipline and precision, who did not attend ceremonies he had no need for.

He wasn't supposed to be here.

Her pulse quickened as unease crept up her spine. She edged farther back into the trees, instinct guiding her steps. If she stayed unseen, if she stayed quiet, this night would pass like all the others.

Then the wind shifted.

Something inside her snapped taut.

Her breath caught as her wolf reacted sharply, a soft whimper echoing in her chest.

No.

She pressed herself deeper into the shadows, heart pounding. This feeling-this pull-it had to be coincidence. Rumors exaggerated things. Bonds didn't form like this. Not instantly. Not with someone like him.

She turned to leave.

She had taken only a few steps toward the forest when she felt it-movement behind her, silent and precise.

A hand closed gently but firmly around her wrist.

Lyra gasped.

Heat surged through her arm, spreading fast and unfamiliar, settling deep in her chest. The sensation was overwhelming, instinctive, impossible to ignore. She froze, not from fear, but from the sudden certainty that whatever this was, it had already begun.

She didn't struggle. She couldn't.

"You were leaving," a low voice said behind her.

She swallowed and turned slowly.

Alpha Kade stood close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, his presence filling the narrow space between tree and shadow. His expression was calm, unreadable, but his eyes-cold blue and sharp-held her with unsettling focus.

"I wasn't part of the gathering," she said quietly. "I didn't realize I'd drawn attention."

"You hid," he replied. It wasn't an accusation. It was an observation.

His grip remained steady, not painful, not tight-simply there. Grounding. Her pulse fluttered beneath his thumb.

"Please," she said, her voice barely more than a breath. "Let me go."

For a moment, he didn't move. His gaze searched her face, as if committing something to memory rather than judging her.

"If I do," he said slowly, "you'll vanish into the forest."

"That was the plan."

A faint tension crossed his jaw. "It won't work anymore."

Her heart stuttered. "You don't know me."

"I know what I felt," he said. "And you felt it too."

The truth lodged painfully in her throat. Her wolf trembled beneath her skin, restless and aware, responding to him in ways that frightened her. She had read about bonds forming under the Blood Moon-but no one ever spoke about how disorienting it was. How it made choice feel blurred.

"This doesn't make sense," she whispered.

"Very little does at first."

He stepped back half a pace, giving her space without releasing her wrist. The gesture surprised her. He wasn't trapping her. He was waiting.

"You look like someone who's learned how to be overlooked," he said quietly. "That doesn't happen without reason."

Her chest tightened. "That's not your concern."

His gaze sharpened-not with anger, but resolve. "It is now."

The words settled heavily between them.

She felt it again-the pull, steady and insistent, not demanding but present. It frightened her how natural it felt to stand there with him, how her body responded despite her mind's protests.

"I didn't come here to be claimed," she said.

Something unreadable flickered across his expression. "Then it's good that I didn't claim you."

His hand loosened slightly, enough for her to know she could step away if she chose. The choice mattered. It steadied her.

"Why me?" she asked.

His gaze didn't waver. "Because the bond doesn't choose based on comfort."

The music resumed faintly in the distance, but neither of them moved.

Lyra looked down at their joined hands, then back at him. "I don't know you."

"You will," he said-not as a promise, but a statement of fact.

Slowly, deliberately, he released her wrist.

The space between them remained charged even as he stepped back, the night seeming quieter for it.

Lyra stood frozen as he turned and disappeared into the lantern-lit clearing.

The Blood Moon watched silently above.

And nothing-absolutely nothing-felt the same anymore.

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