The Alpha and His Human Mate

“Welcome to Alaska City.” The female announcer’s voice echoed through the apartment living room, crisp and formal, coming from the flat-screen TV mounted above the fireplace. “In Alaska City, there are four distinct sets of people who live in peace and tension alike. Among them are humans, werewolves, half-breeds.....and the most feared of all, rogues. Humans make up a mere ten percent of the population. The dominant species, werewolves, hold eighty-five percent. The remaining five percent are rogue wolves, living without law, honor, or allegiance.” The sound of footsteps shuffled across the marble floor as Louve crossed the room, her slippers brushing softly with each step. She paused near the window, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared out at the bustling city. From her apartment on the sixth floor, she could see the twilight reflecting off glass buildings and rooftops, casting a golden hue across Alaska City. The streets were alive, humans and wolves moved separately but coexisted under the same sky. Or so it seemed on the surface. She exhaled slowly, watching the breath fog against the windowpane. Despite everything, the careful smile she wore, the flawless life she projected, the elegance everyone admired, her truth was buried in silence. She wasn’t supposed to exist. Louve Fridolf was no ordinary girl. She wasn’t just the third-richest student on campus. She wasn’t just the top medical student in the neurology department. She wasn’t just the Belle of the university with the long, silky black hair that hung down her back in cascading waves. Nor was she just the girl with luminous golden eyes that turned heads in every hallway. She was a secret. A well-guarded one, her late father, Fridolf, had made sure of that before he died. Years ago, during a brutal conflict between rogue wolves and the ruling werewolf packs, Fridolf had taken the ultimate risk. As a once-powerful wolf himself, he knew Louve's scent would one day betray her. Her unique bloodline, half-wolf, half-human, would make her a target for both worlds. Too strong to be human. Too pure to be claimed by rogues. And far too dangerous to be discovered by either side. To protect her, Fridolf sought out a sorcerer in secret. The spell was ancient, forbidden, and risky. But it worked. Louve’s scent was hidden. She smelled human. The wolves couldn’t detect her, and the humans didn’t suspect her. At least, not officially. Still, that didn’t stop the rumors. Her stunning features, the angular cheekbones, the fierce golden gaze, her graceful posture made people whisper. Some classmates stared longer than they should. Others murmured behind her back, suggesting she might be a wolf hiding behind privilege. But there was no scent. No shift. No truth. Just the lie she lived. At university, the separation of species was law. Humans and werewolves didn’t share classrooms most times. Their dormitories were in different zones. Their cafeterias, lecture halls, and libraries were guarded by high-level security and scanners that detected even the faintest shift in energy. However, there’s still freedom to choose. Louve had been called into the administration’s office more than once. Her blood had been tested, her background scrutinized. But the spell held strong, and every time, she passed. Still, she knew the suspicion never left. Some professors eyed her too closely. Some students avoided her altogether. Others tried to get close, lured by her beauty or money, never her truth. The truth was a cage she lived in, day and night. Back in her room, she turned away from the window and walked toward the bookshelf, trailing her fingers across the spines of medical journals. She was weeks away from graduation. Soon, she would officially become a licensed neurologist, one of the youngest in the state. Her hands would heal minds. Her words would bring people clarity. She would wear a white coat and stand in polished hospitals. But no one knew the blood on her hands. No one knew her father died, shielding her from an ambush meant to wipe out her kind. No one knew how her mother dragged her out of the fire, wrapped in a blood-soaked blanket, whispering, “It’s just a dream, Louve. It’s all just a dream…” She had believed her. Felicia Fridolf….regal, composed, fiercely intelligent, had packed their lives into bags overnight and moved them into a quiet, nameless village tucked far from the heart of Alaska City. It was there that Louve was raised in secret, growing up in the shadows while her mother ran a gold empire underground, far from the eyes of the council. Felicia never allowed her daughter to forget discipline or elegance. From a young age, Louve was tutored by private teachers. She learned to carry herself with grace, to speak with poise, to fight with precision, and to run; not away from danger, but toward silence. The day Louve completed high school, Felicia quietly activated the next step of her plan. A safe house, built in the upper levels of Alaska City, far from the slums, protected by layers of false identities and encrypted documentation. It was Louve’s new beginning…at least on the surface. Felicia stayed behind in Nadir City, still managing her business, still watching from a distance. But danger never stayed quiet. Though Louve believed the dream her mother fed her, the lie about the past being only a nightmare, Felicia knew better. The rogues hadn’t forgotten. Somewhere in the darkness, they were still hunting. If they ever discovered Louve was alive, they wouldn’t hesitate to finish what they started. No matter what it took. In the kitchen, the timer on the oven dinged. Louve blinked, pulled from her thoughts. She moved toward the kitchen with a smooth, practiced calm. Even in solitude, she walked like a queen in waiting with measured steps, upright posture, not a hair out of place. She opened the oven, the warm scent of garlic and butter filling the air. Dinner was simple tonight, stuffed chicken and roasted potatoes. She plated her food carefully, set the table, and sat down in the soft golden light of the chandelier. But her appetite had long faded. She pushed the food around with her fork, her eyes drifting to the window again. A strange howl echoed in the distance. She froze. It wasn’t near, but it wasn’t far either. Her heart clenched in her chest. She tried to dismiss it, tried to blame it on the large number of wolves who lived freely in Alaska City. Howls weren’t unusual in certain districts. It could be a full moon celebration or a border patrol cry. But something in that sound… felt familiar. It scratched at something inside her, something old, something buried. She stood slowly and walked back to the window. The lights in the distance shimmered. The streets still moved. Nothing looked out of place. But the hairs on her neck stood straight, and her instincts whispered warnings she couldn’t explain. She touched her stomach. A pulse, a flicker. Something stirred inside her, not fear. Not confusion, something else. The storm was not over. It had simply been waiting.