My heartless Alpha

Take her home

Jarem's POV

The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, waking me from a restless night filled with vivid dreams of a girl with wild red hair and mismatched eyes. Zayra. Her name danced in my mind like a haunting melody, and the memory of our first encounter sent a surge of electricity through me. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was meant to be mine.

I rolled out of bed, the weight of my responsibilities as an alpha pressing down on me. Every day felt like a balancing act, juggling the needs of my pack with the chaos of my own turbulent emotions. My reputation as a heartless alpha was well-deserved—most of my actions were driven by survival, not sentiment. But now, the thought of Zayra had cracked through my armor, igniting a yearning I hadn't felt in years.

After a quick shower, I dressed in my usual dark attire, a reflection of the weight I carried. As I made my way downstairs, I caught sight of my beta, Kade, waiting for me in the common area. His brows knitted together, concern etched across his face.

"Jarem," he began, his tone serious. "Are you sure about this? I mean, rushing in to claim your mate like this... it's a big deal."

I nodded, my jaw set. "I know what I'm doing, Kade. you worry to much.

Kade sighed, but I could see the respect in his eyes. "Just be careful. Alpha Nathan is no joke, and Zayra has a life there. You don't want to create unnecessary conflict."

I felt a twinge of frustration. "I'm not looking for a fight; I just want her."

With that, I headed out the door, my mind racing as I drove toward Alpha Nathan's territory. The air outside was crisp, filling my lungs with a mix of excitement and anxiety. My wolf stirred within me, pacing and growling, sensing the gravity of the situation.

Upon entering Nathan's territory, I felt the familiar tension that accompanied crossing another alpha's border. I knew the rules well, and I had to tread carefully. As I approached Nathan's office, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead.

One of Nathan's pack members escorted me to his office, where I found Alpha Nathan seated, his demeanor as regal as ever. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, his voice a smooth mix of curiosity and caution.

"I'm here for my mate," I said, cutting straight to the point.

His brow raised in surprise. "Your mate? Who are you talking about?"

"Zayra," I replied firmly, feeling the need to assert my claim. "Call her in."

Nathan leaned back in his chair, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "You should know she's quite... spirited."

I couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Spirited? I like that."

Moments later, the door swung open, and Zayra walked in, confidence radiating from her. Her leather jacket hugged her form perfectly, and those killer boots seemed to make her walk with an extra bounce. But it was her expression—an exciting mix of joy and surprise—that captivated me.

"Have you called for me?" she blurted out, her voice vibrant. "Please don't tell me someone's complaining about my last race! I swear I won fair and square!"

The room erupted in laughter, and I felt my heart swell with affection. She didn't even notice my presence at first, and I couldn't help but admire her spirit.

When she finally looked around and realized who was in the room, her eyes widened, a flicker of recognition lighting up her face. I could feel the air shift as she processed the reality of the situation.

"I'm here to take you home," I said, my voice steady but filled with urgency.

Her expression transformed, uncertainty creeping in as she processed my words. "Home?"

"Yes. With me," I confirmed, stepping forward slightly. "I know this is sudden, but i have no other choice.

The connection between us was palpable, and I could sense her wolf stirring as well, eager to meet its mate. She looked like she was about to say something when Nathan interjected, his tone cautious. "Jarem, you realize she has a life here, right?"

"I understand that," I replied, my patience wearing thin. "But she's mine, and I won't let her slip away."

Zayra's gaze darted between us, confusion and curiosity written all over her face. In that moment, I realized I had a lot to prove—not just to her but to myself and my pack. I couldn't be the heartless alpha they all thought I was; I needed to show them a different side, one that embraced love and loyalty.

As I stood there, feeling the weight of the moment, I knew that Zayra would change everything for me. My journey as an alpha wasn't just about power; it was about finding connection and healing from the past. And with her by my side, I could finally begin to embrace that future.