Bound to the Alpha.

Preface.

In a dream, I found myself in a moonlit grove I had seen in my sleep since childhood. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and a river flowed quietly, reflecting the soft glow of the moon. Despite the beauty, an uneasy feeling crept over me.

Turning, I caught sight of a man materializing from the shadowed woods. His eyes were the most striking feature—luminous, ethereal blue, like twin stars piercing the night. They drew me in even as the rest of him remained enshrouded in mystery, his features indistinct, almost as if my mind refused to fully acknowledge his presence. He approached with measured steps, and around him, I could see the flowers beginning to wither, their petals curling and blackening as if his very essence sapped the life around him.

He was clearly a skin-walker, a rogue wolf, and his presence was overwhelming. He towered over me, his sheer size making me feel small and vulnerable. I tried to back away, but my feet were rooted to the ground, and my voice was silenced by the weight of his presence.

Given my status as a mutt in the pack, attention from a powerful skin-walker like him was something I had never experienced—it was always either ignored or teased.

"Serene," he spoke, his voice resonating like a haunting melody, echoing through the grove and wrapping around me like a cloak. "You are mine now."

Before I could react, he lunged towards me. I yelped and tried to dodge, but his grip was unyielding. 

He sunk his teeth into my neck, and a searing pain shot through my body. I cried out in agony as darkness enveloped me, swallowing me whole.

I woke up with a start, drenched in sweat, my heart hammering in my chest. It took me a moment to realize that I was safe in my own home.

As I sat up in my small bed, I was greeted by the concerned gazes of my sisters, Sage and Aurora. They were my confidantes, my pillars of support in a world that often left me feeling isolated. 

"It's okay, Serene," Sage said softly, her voice soothing like a gentle breeze.

Aurora nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Was it Reid Fairchild? Did he hurt you?"

They assumed my distress was due to my recent rejection by Reid, the Alpha of our pack, who had publicly denied me as a luna.

I shook my head, unable to find the words to describe the horrors I had witnessed in my dream. The rogue with his icy blue eyes, the darkness that threatened to swallow me whole, it was too much to put into words.

"It wasn't Reid," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. The night air seemed to absorb my words, lending them an eerie weight. "It felt so real," I confessed, the tremor in my voice revealing more than intended. I recounted the dream—the rogue skin-walker, the withering flowers, the enveloping darkness. Each word painted a picture of a myth torn from the pages of an ancient myth.

Even as the shadows of fear lingered, there was a peculiar intensity to the way he had looked at me, an unspoken recognition that stirred something deep within.

Sage's brow furrowed, her eyes, a soft moss green, filled with worry.

Aurora reached out a comforting hand. "Maybe it's just a dream. Don't let it unsettle you."

But I couldn't shake off the feeling of foreboding that had settled in my chest. The dream had felt too vivid, too real, and the warning from the rogue wolf echoed in my mind.

A/N: Thank you for reading my story. I'm curious about your thoughts on the lone wolf's appearance and its symbolism. Your feedback is greatly appreciated. If you're enjoying the story, please feel free to leave a review. Thank you!