The Alpha Chose Her, I Took His Pup

After the hospital examination, the healer concluded it was just a mild concussion. If I refused to settle, Miriam would end up being held in the pack’s detention cells for a few days at least. Kohen stood there with a knowing smirk, his Alpha aura radiating confidence, as if he could see right through the situation. Miriam finally panicked, nervously clutching the hem of Kohen’s coat.

“Alpha Kohen, I don’t want to stay there overnight; it scares me,” she pleaded softly, her voice trembling with the submissive tone of a Beta.

Kohen reassured her gently, his Alpha tone softening as he promised to sort everything out. “Don’t worry, Miriam. I’ll handle it.”

With his influence and resources, I wasn’t naive enough to miss the bigger picture. Once we left the pack’s judicial hall, Kohen pulled me aside into a dark corner of the courtyard, his towering frame casting a shadow over me.

“All this for leverage, Brooklyn? You’ve really sunk low,” he sneered, his voice low and mocking.

I grabbed his tie and yanked it hard, forcing him to bend down to meet my gaze. My Omega status might have made me weaker in hierarchy, but I wasn’t about to back down.

“You should have considered the fallout of using me to boost her up,” I retorted, my voice steady despite the simmering anger.

Instead of getting angry, Kohen chuckled, his deep laugh reverberating through the night. He placed a hand on my lower back, pulling me closer until I could feel the heat of his body. “You better keep that temper in check, Brooklyn. No one can handle it but me,” he said, his tone both teasing and possessive.

I shoved him away with disdain, my wolf stirring faintly in the back of my mind, a quiet growl of frustration. I turned and headed toward the parking lot, but Kohen followed, his Alpha presence looming behind me.

“You know my mother’s situation, Brooklyn. Her health has been on the decline these past two years, and Miriam is her ideal choice for Luna,” he said, his voice steady yet impactful, carrying the weight of his position.

I ignored him, reaching for the car door, only for Kohen to block it with his hand, his muscular arm barring my way.

“Brooklyn, anything but the mate bond. I can give you everything but that,” he said, his voice softening, almost pleading.

“Get lost!” I snapped, slamming the door shut and starting the engine. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I drove off, my wolf’s quiet whimper echoing my own pain.

In the rearview mirror, I saw him standing there, hands in his pockets, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the streetlamp. His lone shadow stretched long across the pavement, a reminder of the distance between us—both in rank and in heart.