Her Wolf Stirs
Coletta’s POV
He nodded and motioned to the seat across from him. “Sit.”
His eyes never left mine.
I lowered myself into the chair, spine straight, defenses up.
“I’ve reviewed your file,” he began. “Everything checks out. You’re healthy. Fertile. And desperate enough to say yes.”
I flinched. The words weren’t cruel—just brutally honest. He wasn’t wrong.
“I’m offering you the position,” he continued. “Generous compensation. Full health coverage for your mother. And privacy. No one will ever know.”
It felt like being handed a lifeline… with barbed wire wrapped around it.
I hesitated. “And the terms?”
“Review them. If you agree, sign. If not, walk.”
I reached for the envelope and read, frowning at the terms—and that’s when it happened.
I felt my chest tightening. He stood up, I stood at the same time, shocked.
A sudden pulse.
A jolt in my chest.
Then heat. Tingling. Electricity.
“Coletta,” a voice whispered inside me.
Familiar. Faint.
But… it was her.
My wolf.
My heart pulsing!
“What is it, little wolf?” Damien asked, his eyes narrowing.
“I—I don’t know,” I stammered, breath catching. “Something’s… wrong.”
Or maybe… finally right?
It had been so long. Years. I’d thought she was gone forever. After the rejection, after the beatings, after being cast out… she had gone silent. Dead.
But now?
She stirred.
Her voice was fragile, but it was there. I clutched my chest, overwhelmed.
Damien was suddenly around the desk, crouching beside me in an instant.
His scent was intoxicating—cedarwood, earth and storm. My wolf surged toward it. Toward him.
My breath hitched.
“Mate,” she faintly acknowledged.
No.
No no no.
This couldn’t be happening.
I shoved my chair back so fast I almost stumbled.
“You,” I whispered. “Who are you?”
He stood too—too close, too tall, too calm.
“The better question,” he said softly, “is what are you to me?”
My heart pounded. My wolf whimpered weakly.
His eyes burned gold. Not fully—just a flicker. But it was enough.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Your wolf recognizes me, doesn’t she?”
I backed away. “You— You did something. This is some kind of trap.”
“I’ve done nothing,” he said, gaze never wavering. “Except summon the woman fate owed me. You can run, Coletta—but you’ll feel her again. Stronger next time.”
He handed me the envelope.
“When you’re ready, come back and sign. Or don’t.” He walked to the window, dismissing me as if he didn't want to be around me anymore.
I turned and fled.
But as the elevator doors closed behind me, my wolf whispered again—louder this time.
“He’s ours.”
And I no longer knew whether to be terrified…
Or finally whole.
The moment I stepped out of that building, the air outside felt stifling. Not because it was hot—but because something inside me was unraveling.
I leaned against the cold brick wall of the building and pressed a hand to my chest. My heart wouldn’t slow. It kept hammering as though trying to leap out and return to him. To the man I’d just left behind. Another Alpha. My second chance?
No. Not just an Alpha. The Lycan Alpha King.
My wolf, silent for years, stirred for the second time in twenty-four hours. She didn’t say much—not yet—but I could feel her pressing at the edges of my consciousness, pacing, agitated and restless.
“What is wrong with me?” I whispered. My hands were trembling. The moment I looked into his eyes, I felt like drowning. Not in fear. Not even in awe.
But recognition.
That same pull I once felt for Darian, stronger now. More invasive. More… real. It has to be real. Legend said he had been looking for his mate to cure him. Indeed today he didn't recoil when he touched me—or did he?
“No,” I whispered fiercely. “I won’t go through this again.”
I remembered what it meant to fall for a mate. How Darian’s single touch that day sent tingles through my skin. How I had smiled like a fool the time his eyes met mine. How he discarded me like trash before he could acknowledge me. How he made me feel and look like a worthless wolf In Front of everyone.
I clenched my fists.
I wouldn’t be a puppet to the bond again. I wouldn’t let it choose someone for me just because fate thought I needed to be “claimed.” I didn’t trust fate anymore.
But… why did my wolf only come back now? Does she only need a mate to revive and survive?
She actually howled. Quietly. Like a call to come home.
I didn’t want to answer the mate bond’s dictates. I will do it on my terms.
Does the “second chance mate” still want me to be his surrogate?
---
(Later that Day)
Third person POV
Coletta sat alone in the small guest room at the human couple’s home. A steaming mug of herbal tea sat untouched beside her.
She’d spent the whole day replaying the meeting over and over. His scent—intoxicating. His voice—a deep velvet she felt in her bones. And when he called her “little wolf”… her body had a visceral response she couldn’t explain.
She wasn’t even supposed to feel this way. She was broken, remember? Rejected. Unwanted. Her wolf had gone quiet for so long it was like she'd gone deaf to her own existence.
But now…
Now she wasn’t sure if she was waking up—or falling into another trap.