Spit On Me Alpha

Sylvara Pov

Velkorin was nothing like my old pack.

My old home smelled of wet soil, smoke, and too many memories. But Velkorin… Velkorin smelled like cold steel, pine trees, danger, and savagery. The place looked carved out of dark stone, sharp and tall, like the mountains around it. Wolves here walked faster, spoke less, and stared hard. Every step I took felt like stepping into another world.

And I was here not as a guest… but as something bought.

Sold out of my will.

I kept replaying the moment Kaelen threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. The way he didn’t listen, didn’t slow down, didn’t even look back as I yelled until my throat burned. I had kicked, punched, and hit him, but he didn’t move an inch.

And now here I was… in his kingdom.

His pack.

Velkorin.

My heart beat too fast as I stepped into the main hall. Wolves stood on either side, tall and strong, watching me with unreadable faces. Some looked curious. Some looked annoyed. Some looked like they wanted to know why their Alpha brought home a stranger.

A powerless omega. My failed marriage to Aedric spread like wildfire after the girl left at the altar.

Unwanted.

I didn’t blame them.

I didn’t understand it either.

Why did he bring me here?

Kaelen was a few steps ahead of me. His long black hair fell over his shoulders, his coat heavy and dark, lined with sheep fur. He looked made for this place… dangerous, cold, untouchable.

He didn’t look at me as he spoke, “Try to keep up, bunny.”

“I have a name,” I muttered.

He ignored me. Of course.

We entered a huge room with tall windows and a fire pit in the middle. The heat felt nice after the cold outside. Kaelen turned around with that same expression he always had… annoyed, bored, half-done with everything.

“You’ll stay here for now,” he said.

“For now?” I asked. “What does that even mean?”

“It means,” he said slowly, “you’re not ready to be seen by everyone.”

I crossed my arms. “I didn’t ask to be seen.”

“And I didn’t ask for your opinion,” he replied easily.

I glared.

He looked at me like he enjoyed the glare.

Before I could answer, he lifted his chin and called out, “Talia.”

A few seconds later, a woman walked in….around my age, maybe a bit older. Beautiful dark skin, thick curls in a braid, warm brown eyes that didn’t judge me. She bowed to Kaelen first, then gave me a small smile.

“You called for me, Alpha?”

He nodded at me. “This is Sylvara. Show her the chambers. Help her clean up. Dress her. Make sure she looks presentable.”

I blinked. “Presentable for what?”

“For when I introduce you to the pack,” Kaelen said.

My stomach dropped. “I don’t… Kaelen, no. I don’t want a public scene. I don’t want anyone staring at me like…”

“Like what?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Like... You know the rumors about it are everywhere. And the fact that you bought me from your brother,” I whispered.

He stepped closer… too close. His shadow fell over me, warm despite everything cold about him.

“Bunny,” he said softly, “they already know there's no use hiding. The earlier you face the easier the shame sets in.”

I swallowed hard.

“You can’t hide here,” he went on, voice deep. “This is Velkorin, not your old pack. You walk with your head up. If anyone dares to look at you wrong, they go through me.”

Why did that make my chest tighten strangely?

He stepped back before I could speak again.

“Talia will take you.”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to fight. But I was too tired, too lost, too angry at everything. So I just nodded once, not looking him in the eye.

Talia touched my arm gently. “Come with me, Sylvara.”

I followed her up the stone steps, leaving Kaelen behind in the hall. I could feel his eyes on me, heavy and unreadable, like he was studying something he didn’t understand.

Or something he wasn’t sure he wanted.

Talia led me through a long hallway with dark blue carpets and silver lanterns glowing along the walls.

“I know this must be… a lot,” she said softly.

“That’s one word for it,” I muttered.

She gave me a sympathetic smile. “The Alpha… he isn’t gentle. With anyone.”

“Really?” I asked dryly. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Talia laughed under her breath. “But he’s fair. Strict, good. He protects what’s his.”

“I’m not his,” I snapped.

Her brow lifted slightly. “He brought you here.”

“Because of a debt,” I said. “Because he wanted to annoy his brother. Because he wanted to win.”

“Maybe,” she said. “But Kaelen doesn’t take anyone into Velkorin just for fun. He doesn’t bring omegas here at all. You’re the first.”

My steps slowed.

Was I the first?

Great. Just great.

“Here we are,” she said.

The chamber door opened into a surprisingly warm room… soft furs on the floor, a huge bed, a balcony overlooking the mountains. It was… beautiful. Too beautiful for someone like me.

I didn’t know if I should be grateful or numb.

Or angry.

Probably angry.

Talia walked around, lighting more lanterns. “There are warm baths through that door. Clothes are in the wardrobe. If you need anything, you can call for me.”

She hesitated before leaving. “And Sylvara… Kaelen doesn’t hate you. He just… you'll see. You'll come to understand him.”

I looked down at my hands. “I don’t want to understand that monster.”

Talia gave me one last gentle smile before she left me alone.

The moment the door closed, I let out a long, shaky breath.

Velkorin wasn’t home.

Kaelen wasn’t safe.

Nothing here was certain.

But one thing was clear,

My life had changed forever.

And the man who changed it was downstairs, probably waiting, probably annoyed, probably planning the next thing I wouldn’t like.

I sat on the bed, hugged a pillow, and whispered to myself….

“What have you gotten yourself into, Syl?”