Alpha's mate is a male?!?-Chapter 170: Alpha’s Summon

Kieran exhales slowly, rolling his shoulders .

"Since there’s no waiting... I’ll do it right now."

The moment those words leave his lips, silence falls. Every wolf hears him. Every conversation dies. The energy shifts as tension coils tight in the air. No one moves, no one speaks.

Ace’s breath catches. He knows what’s coming. He has seen it once before, but that was a long time ago. Kieran doesn’t shift in front of others often. And when he does, it’s not something easily forgotten.

A flicker of anticipation curls in Ace’s chest, mixing with something deeper, something instinctual.

Kieran doesn’t waste another second.

He steps forward, rolling his head as if loosening unseen restraints.

The power in the air thickens, pressing down on them like an invisible force.

Ace feels it in his bones, in the sharp prickle against his skin. Every wolf does. The sheer dominance of an alpha’s transformation isn’t something that can be ignored.

A low, vibrating growl rumbles from Kieran’s chest, deep and resonant, sending a shiver through the gathered wolves.

His muscles tighten, veins pulsing beneath his skin. Then, like an uncoiling beast, his body begins to change.

It’s seamless. Controlled. Powerful.

His bones shift with an eerie fluidity, not the sharp, painful snapping of a lesser wolf’s transformation.

His limbs elongate, his spine lengthening as thick, dark fur ripples across his skin. His nails extend into curved, razor-sharp claws. His jaw stretches, fangs glinting under the pale moonlight.

A monstrous form emerges.

He is nothing like a common wolf.

Standing at nearly twice the size of a regular werewolf, Kieran’s beast form is a sight to behold.

His dark fur absorbs the dim light, making him look like a shadow given life. His eyes glow- piercing, red, untamed. The kind of gaze that strikes fear into prey.

Ace swallows hard, his heart hammering.

Even though he has seen this form before, the sheer intensity of it makes his pulse stutter. Kieran is breathtaking- terrifyingly so.

A presence like his can’t be ignored. It demands submission.

And the wolves around them feel it.

One by one, they lower their heads. Knees bend, bodies bow.

Some drop fully to the ground, unable to resist the primal instinct to submit.

Even the other alphas lower their eyes, unable to meet Kieran’s gaze.

Ace can feel it, too- that undeniable pull. His wolf stirs within him, aching to submit, to acknowledge the dominance radiating off Kieran in waves.

But he forces himself to stay still, to hold his ground, even as his muscles tense from the effort.

Kieran doesn’t hesitate.

With a single powerful leap, he launches himself upward, landing gracefully on the rooftop of the packhouse.

The building trembles slightly under the force of his landing, dust scattering from the impact.

His massive form stands tall against the night sky, silhouetted against the pale moon.

He lifts his head.

The sound that follows is not just a howl.

It’s something deeper. Older. A call laced with power so raw, so overwhelming, that it sends a pulse through the very ground beneath them.

It starts low, a deep, resonating vibration that spreads through the air like rolling thunder.

It rises, turning into a powerful, commanding call that stretches far beyond the limits of human hearing.

It is not a sound meant for humans.

It is meant for wolves.

And every wolf within miles feels it.

The force of it crashes over them like a tidal wave, shaking them to their cores.

Some tremble where they stand, others fall to their knees entirely. Even the strongest of them can’t ignore it. It’s a call that cannot be denied. A command that demands to be answered.

Ace feels it in his bones, in his blood. The power behind it is staggering.

His breath comes fast, uneven. He clenches his fists, trying to steady himself, but his wolf is already responding.

His skin prickles, his senses sharpen, his instincts roaring to life. The energy in the air is alive, buzzing, setting every nerve on fire.

Every single wolf in the pack, no matter their strength, no matter their rank, feels the undeniable pull.

Even those beyond their territory- lone wolves, rogues, anyone with even a drop of werewolf blood in them, will hear it.

But there is only one who the call is truly meant for.

Blake.

~The sun hangs high in the sky, casting long streaks of light through the thick canopy of trees.

The forest is restless, alive with the sounds of birds taking flight and small creatures scurrying through the underbrush. But Blake hears none of it.

Her breath comes sharp and heavy as she moves, her body coiled tight with an ache she doesn’t understand.

Her fingers twitch at her sides, claws itching to sink into something- anything.

The hunger is unbearable.

It claws at her insides, an unrelenting need that no amount of reasoning can push away. It doesn’t matter how much she fights it; the sensation is always there, thrumming beneath her skin like a beast waiting to be let loose.

She doesn’t know why, doesn’t understand what’s happening to her. She only knows that it’s growing stronger.

The need to hunt.

The thought isn’t hers. Not really. But it slithers into her mind, deep and insistent.

Her feet move before she can stop herself, carrying her swiftly through the trees. Her senses are sharp, sharper than they’ve ever been.

She can hear the distant sound of human voices somewhere beyond the forest, the rhythmic pounding of their hearts, the scent of their warm, living flesh thick in the air.

The thought of sinking her teeth into something, of tearing through soft skin, makes her stomach twist in longing.

It’s wrong.

She knows it’s wrong.

But she doesn’t care.

She’s just about to break into a full sprint when suddenly a howl slams into her like a force of nature, knocking the breath from her lungs and sending her to her knees.

It isn’t a voice, not in the way she understands voices. It’s deeper, older- something primal that reaches down into the very marrow of her bones and demands submission.

Her vision blurs, the forest around her warping, shifting.

Her body reacts before her mind does.

She gasps, hands pressing into the dirt as her chest rises and falls in frantic heaves. Every nerve in her body burns with the need to obey.

Come.

She doesn’t know where. Doesn’t know who calls to her.

But she knows she has to go.

The hunger that ruled her just moments ago is nothing compared to the pull now dragging her forward. It is not a choice. It is not something she can fight.

It is an order.

With a sharp inhale, Blake pushes herself up, her legs steady beneath her despite the way her mind spins.

Her instincts take control, guiding her before she can even process what’s happening.

She runs.

Faster than she’s ever run before. Faster than humanly possible.

The trees blur past her, the wind screaming in her ears, but she doesn’t slow.

She can’t.

All she knows is that she has to get there.

Her feet barely touch the ground as she races toward the call, her mind blank except for the overwhelming need to answer it.

The sound guides her like an invisible leash, tightening with every step. She doesn’t know where she’s going. She doesn’t even think, she just moves.

The moment she bursts from the tree line into the open space, her legs give out.

A force greater than anything she’s ever known crashes over her, pressing her to the earth. Her body folds instinctively, her chest hitting the ground as she bows.

She doesn’t even try to resist.

Her limbs tremble, her head lowered so far that her muzzle nearly brushes the dirt. Every fiber of her being submits to the power that called her here. It is absolute. Overwhelming. Unquestionable.

Around her, wolves stand frozen in stunned silence.

Even the strongest among them, alphas who have never bowed to anyone, struggle to keep their footing against the sheer dominance radiating through the air.

And yet, this unknown she-wolf has thrown herself to the ground without hesitation.

But there is no time to process her presence.

The moment she arrives, the strongest alphas move.

One second she is bowing- silent, obedient.

The next, they strike.

Blake doesn’t resist as jaws clamp onto the scruff of her neck, dragging her to her feet.

Another alpha lunges, catching one of her legs in an iron grip, ensuring she can’t bolt. A third circles in front of her, blocking any attempt at escape.

She thrashes instinctively, not to fight, but because something inside her is wrong.

Her body burns.

The Alphas grip her tightly, but hesitation flickers in their eyes.

"How comes she hasn’t shifted back into human form ever since?!" one of them mutters, the first note of uncertainty creeping into the air.

"Maybe it’s because she doesn’t have control over herself?" Another says, airing his thoughts.