Alpha's Betas: 9. The Breaking Point and the Claim

The storm came at night.

Rain lashed the stone walls of Selene’s keep, rattling the shutters and filling the halls with a low, hungry roar. The moon was a pale ghost, smothered behind clouds, but Selene felt its pull like a knife dragging under her skin.

Inside her chambers, the air was hotter than fire.

She stood before the tall window, naked but for the ceremonial chain of her Alpha draped across her chest, the silver links cool against sweat-slicked skin. Her hair tumbled loose around her shoulders, wild, damp from the storm. Behind her, two men knelt.

Kade. Lucian.

Her Betas. Her beasts. Her undoing.

Both were stripped bare, muscles straining as they knelt with hands bound behind them, each fighting in silence for her attention. The room smelled of them—iron, salt, lust. It was suffocating, intoxicating.

Rumors had spread through the pack like wildfire. Someone had betrayed her, whispering secrets to an enemy Alpha circling their borders