My Alpha Forced Me to Save His Chosen Mate

The iron grip on my arm tightened as my father dragged me through the massive wrought-iron gates of the Obsidian Fang Pack territory. My legs trembled with each step, the weight of our pack's massive debt settling heavier on my shoulders than the rough hands guiding me forward.

"Keep walking," my father whispered, his once-proud voice now fractured with defeat. "Don't give them any reason to..."

He didn't finish. He didn't need to. I knew what happened to Omegas who defied Alphas.

The imposing stone mansion loomed before us, its windows reflecting the fading sunlight like watchful eyes. Wolves in formal attire lined the entrance, their cold gazes following our every move. I kept my eyes downcast, focusing on the marble steps beneath my feet as we entered the grand hall.

"Alpha Caspian," my father announced, his voice cracking as he pushed me forward. "The Blood Moon Pack delivers our offering as agreed."

I stumbled, catching myself before I could fall completely. Slowly, I raised my eyes to meet the man who would now own my fate.

Alpha Caspian sat on an ornate throne-like chair at the far end of the hall. His midnight black hair fell in perfect waves across his forehead, framing features that could have been carved from stone—all sharp angles and cold perfection. But it was his eyes that captured me—piercing blue that seemed to see straight through my soul.

"Look at me," he commanded.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze as my heart hammered against my ribs.

"So this is the offering?" His voice was deep, smooth as silk yet sharp as a blade. "Doesn't look like much."

A nervous laugh rippled through the gathered wolves. I felt heat rise to my cheeks as I stood there, exposed and vulnerable.

Then it happened.

A breeze swept through the hall, carrying my scent toward him. I watched as his nostrils flared slightly, taking in my scent of rain and wild jasmine. Something flickered across his face—surprise, perhaps even awe.

At the same moment, his scent hit me—dark musk with undertones of cedar and power. My inner wolf, usually so quiet, suddenly howled to life inside me.

*MATE.*

The word echoed through my consciousness with such force that I gasped aloud. My wolf clawed at my insides, desperate to reach him.

Caspian's eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously. His pupils dilated until they consumed nearly all of the blue, leaving only a thin ring around the edges.

"You're..." he began, then stopped himself, jaw clenching visibly.

Beta Marcus stepped forward from behind Caspian's chair, his expression alarmed. "Alpha?"

I could see the battle raging behind Caspian's eyes—his wolf recognizing what his human side refused to accept. The hall fell silent as everyone watched the unfolding drama.

"You," Caspian finally said, his voice now ice-cold. "You are the reason she left."

Confusion washed over me. "I don't—"

"I, Caspian Blackwood, Alpha of the Obsidian Fang Pack," he snarled, rising from his seat with such force that the chair skidded backward across the polished floor. "Reject you as my mate."

The formal words slammed into me like physical blows. Each syllable tore through my chest, ripping at something deep inside me.

"I reject this farce of a bond," he continued, his voice growing louder with each word. "I reject your cursed existence that drove away my chosen mate."

Pain exploded through my body as the rejection took hold. My knees buckled beneath me as I collapsed to the marble floor, gasping for breath that wouldn't come.

"My wolf may crave you," Caspian growled, towering over me now, "but I will never accept a mate who curses me."

Through tear-blurred vision, I saw Beta Marcus approach with a satisfied smirk. Caspian's eyes blazed black as he looked down at me.

"You will serve this pack as an Omega," he declared, his Alpha tone vibrating through the air. "You will obey without question or your father dies. The remaining members of your pathetic pack will follow suit if you defy me in any way."

I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe as waves of agony pulsed through me.

"Marcus," Caspian ordered, turning away dismissively. "Take her to the Omega quarters. Make sure she understands her place."

Strong hands gripped my arms, hauling me to my feet. I barely registered the pain as Marcus dragged me from the hall, my father's broken sob echoing behind us.

"This way, Omega," Marcus sneered, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me down a narrow corridor toward what would become my prison.

The scent of mold and filth grew stronger with each step. My wolf, still reeling from rejection, whimpered inside me as darkness closed in around us.

The nightmare was just beginning.