Mate Of The Billionaire Alpha

The Echo of a Howl

I awoke to the phantom scent of pine and damp earth clinging to my sheets. My body was a live wire, thrumming with an energy that wasn't entirely my own. The full moon had waned, but its echo reverberated in my bones, a chaotic symphony of memory from the Pack Run.

One image burned brightest: a pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes.

The encounter had been a blur of instinct and primal force. One moment, I was running with the pack, the silver light glinting off my fur. The next, a colossal black wolf had separated me from the others, his presence a tidal wave of raw power that left me breathless. He was a stranger, a rogue by all accounts, yet my wolf had bowed to him without a second thought. And I, in my human form, had done the same.

The Mate Bond had snapped into place with the force of a lightning strike. Irrevocable. Terrifying. He had marked me on the curve of my neck, his teeth a brand of possession that still tingled with a phantom heat.

His name was Alaric. That was all I knew.

A low growl rumbled through my mind, a possessive, intimate sound that was both a comfort and a cage. *Mine.*

It was his voice, carried on the newly forged Mind-Link between us. I squeezed my eyes shut, my fingers digging into the worn fabric of my quilt. He was somewhere in the Thorne Dominion, I knew, but his exact location was a mystery. This bond was an open channel, and through it, I felt his overwhelming possessiveness, a constant, low hum beneath my own thoughts. It was exhilarating and deeply unsettling. I was an Omega by birth, a low-ranking administrator by trade. My life was built on the principle of staying invisible. Mating with a powerful, unknown wolf was the opposite of invisible.