The first thing Samantha felt was softness, thick blankets, warm sheets, a mattress that seemed to cradle her body like a cloud. For a moment, a blissful, quiet moment, she thought she was floating.

Then she remembered.

The chase, The forest, The blood, The cold. And Morris.

Her lungs tightened. Darkness pressed in from every side, heavy, suffocating. She sat up abruptly, fingers clawing at the sheets, her heartbeat exploding into frantic rhythm.

"Where am I?" she whispered, breath trembling.

"No. No. No, he found me. He brought me back. Morris..."

Her panic spiraled.

She ripped at the sheets, stumbled out of bed, and crashed painfully to the floor.

Blind fingers scrambled across the stone ground, searching for a wall, a door, anything. Anything but him.

Footsteps burst through the room.

"Lady... please, slow down..."

A woman's voice. Gentle but nervous.

Samantha flinched backward violently.

"Don't touch me! Don't let him near me, he'll kill me for running!"

The scent of lavender, unfamiliar and soothing, drifted toward her.

"You're safe," another voice whispered, soft, female, yet tight with fear. "You're not with him. You're in Shadow Palace. Please, calm"

But Samantha's terror drowned every word.

She scrambled blindly across the floor, hitting a wooden cabinet. Glass clattered. Bottles rolled. Her panic became a storm.

"Where is he? Where is Morris?!"

The room froze. A new presence filled the doorway, Heavy, Powerful. Cold.

Samantha didn't hear him at first. She felt him. The air shifted, like the atmosphere itself bowed. Even the two attendants sank instinctively, their breaths small and afraid.

His voice rolled through the room, deep, resonant, impossible to disobey.

"He is not here."

Samantha stopped breathing.

Something in that voice pulled at her. A strange, dark magnetism.

Footsteps approached, measured and slow, the walk of a king who feared nothing.

"Samantha."

Her heart lurched. She backed up until her shoulders hit the bed frame.

"Who... who are you?" she whispered.

There was a pause. Then...

"Zoro."

Her breath caught.

The Alpha King.

The voice that found her at the border. The man whose presence had felt like thunder and shadow woven together.

The scent of midnight pine and cold wind drifted toward her. Strong. Dangerous. Comforting in a way she didn't understand.

"You collapsed outside my territory," Zoro said. "My warriors brought you to my palace. Morris did not reach you."

Samantha's trembling eased, but only slightly. Zoro sensed it. His voice dropped lower, softer... and unexpectedly gentle.

"You are safe here. Morris will not touch you again."

Those words, simple, firm and radiating hit something deep inside her. A tear slipped down her cheek.

Zoro's steps halted. He hadn't expected that reaction, Or the twist of emotion in his own chest.

"Stand back," he told his attendants.

The room shifted as the women stepped away quickly.

Zoro moved closer, each step slow, controlled, careful. As if she were something fragile he didn't want to break.

Samantha's breath hitched. "Why... why did you save me? You don't know me."

Zoro kneeled beside her. She could feel the warmth of him now, the quiet strength radiating from his spine.

"I could have left you at the border," he said. "But I didn't."

"Yes," she whispered, "but why?"

Zoro hesitated, something he rarely did.

He could not tell her the truth. Not yet. Not that her scent awakened a wolf inside him he thought long dead.

So he said the only thing he could.

"Because Morris wants you. And anything he wants..." His voice darkened dangerously. "...I take."

The words should have frightened her.

But they didn't. Because beneath the darkness... she heard something else.

Something almost protective.

A tremor ran through her as she asked, "Is he... coming?"

Zoro leaned closer. She felt the whisper of his breath near her ear.

"Yes."

Her fingers tightened around the sheets.

"And you'll let him take me?"

Zoro's hand closed around the edge of the bed frame, his knuckles cracking.

"No," he said softly.

A promise. A threat. A vow.

"He crossed my border once," Zoro continued. "He will not do so again."

Samantha's fear slowly melted into something else...something warmer, something confusing.

Trust.

But before she could speak, she swayed.

Her knees buckled. Zoro lunged, catching her before she collapsed.

Her body collided with his chest. Heat, Strength, The thrum of his heartbeat under her palms.

Samantha gasped. Zoro stiffened.

He hadn't touched a woman in years. Not like this. Not with his wolf clawing at his ribs.

"Forgive me," Zoro said quietly, as if it physically pained him. "I should have warned you I was reaching for you."

"It's okay," she whispered.

It wasn't. Nothing about this was okay.

Her hands rested against him, trembling, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath his shirt. He was solid. Real. A fortress made of flesh and bone.

"Lean on me," he whispered.

She did. Not because she had no choice, but because she felt safe.

Zoro lifted her carefully, carrying her back onto the bed. His hands lingered a moment too long as if part of him resisted letting go. She sensed the hesitation.

"Why do you sound... angry?" she whispered.

Zoro's sharp inhale gave him away.

"I'm not angry at you."

He took a slow breath, forcing control back into his voice.

"I'm angry because someone hurt you."

Silence hung thick and trembling.

Samantha swallowed. "He took everything from me."

Zoro's jaw tightened. "Then you will take everything from him."

"What?"

"Vengeance," Zoro said simply. "His terror ends here."

"But I'm not a wolf," she whispered. "I'm not strong."

"You survived Morris," Zoro countered. "Strength doesn't always roar. Sometimes it crawls. Bleeds. Breaks..."

His voice dipped low.

"and still moves forward."

A tear slid down Samantha's cheek.

Zoro exhaled, fighting an urge to wipe it again. His hands curled into fists.

Her fragility pulled at him in ways he didn't allow. Ways he had buried. Ways he feared.

"You rest now," he said. "I will stand guard."

"You?" Samantha whispered in disbelief.

"But... you're the Alpha King."

"Yes."

"You'll stay? In here?"

For a moment, he did not answer. Then...

"Yes."

"

But why?"

Zoro leaned close, his voice dropping into a deep, velvety whisper.

"Because the moment you cried out for help... I heard you."

Samantha's heart tripped.

"And because," he added, darker now, "if Morris steps one foot near this palace, I want to be the one who rips him apart."

Her breath hitched. Not from fear.

From the way his words wrapped around her like protection.

She lay back slowly, her fingers brushing his hand. He went still. Very still.

"Zoro?" she whispered. "Are you really staying?"

His voice was barely a rasp.

"I'm not going anywhere."

And in the shadows of the room, his wolf finally whispered a truth he dared not say aloud:

She is ours.

But outside the palace walls..

A howl cut through the night.

Morris had found the border.

The war for Samantha had truly begun.

Zoro stood in the hallway outside Samantha's chamber, arms folded, shoulders tense. The torches flickered against the stone walls, casting his shadow long and sharp. Anyone seeing him there would have sworn he was carved from darkness itself...cold, immovable, unshakable.

But inside his chest, something restless clawed.

This girl. This blind, trembling human girl.

She was unraveling him.

Zoro didn't know what infuriated him more, Morris's audacity, or the way Samantha's soft voice lingered in his mind long after she fell asleep.

"Your Majesty?" Gamma Rowan approached cautiously. "The healers await your order."

Zoro didn't turn. "Bring them in."

Rowan hesitated. "For her?"

Zoro's eyes snapped to him, glowing with a silent warning. Rowan bowed instantly and hurried away.

Zoro wasn't used to second-guessing himself.

He wasn't used to feeling anything.

But Samantha... she was an unexpected fracture in his armor.

She could be leverage. A weapon. The perfect way to draw Morris out and break him once and for all.

Yet the moment he entertained that thought, an icy disgust rose in his throat. Using her felt... wrong. Unworthy. Dishonorable.

His wolf growled inside him.

Protect.

Zoro clenched his jaw. He didn't know if it was instinct, fate, or madness, but every time she cried out, every time she flinched, every time her fragile hands searched blindly for safety... something inside him cracked.

And now, she was in his care.

Under his roof.

Under his protection.

Even if he didn't fully understand why.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Samantha lay half-sitting against the pillows, her breath shallow, her fingers gripping the blankets as though they were the only anchor she had left in this world. Her milky eyes drifted toward the sound of his footsteps.

"Is... is that you?" she whispered.

Her voice softened something deep inside him.

"Yes." He didn't bother hiding the grit of emotion in his tone. "It's me."

He approached her slowly, making sure his steps were loud enough for her to follow. She relaxed, only a little, but enough for him to notice.

"I brought healers," Zoro said. "To ease your pain."

Her lips parted. "Why?"

He stopped beside the bed, arms folded tightly across his chest as if physically restraining himself.

"Because you're hurt."

"That's not enough reason," she whispered, voice trembling. "People don't help others like this without wanting something."

Zoro exhaled, slow and sharp.

She had a point.

He should want something.

Power.

Revenge.

A strategic advantage.

But staring at her now, wrapped in his blankets, shaking, fragile yet still breathing... none of that mattered.

What he wanted was something far more dangerous.

"I want to see you healed," Zoro said finally. "That is all."

Samantha swallowed hard. "I... I don't know how to trust that."

"You don't need to," Zoro replied, kneeling beside her bed. The movement surprised even him. "You only need to rest."

The healers entered silently, their hands glowing faintly as they approached. Samantha stiffened, shrinking into the pillows. Zoro reached out-not touching her, but close enough for her to feel his presence.

"Samantha," he whispered, voice dipping into a softer register, "they're here to help you. Nothing will harm you while I stand here." so you understand

Her chin quivered. "Promise?"

That single word wrapped around him like chains.

Zoro leaned closer, lowering his voice until it brushed her ear.

"I do not make promises lightly."

She turned her face slightly toward him, breath trembling, but she nodded. The healers gently placed their palms above her wounds, never touching, only guiding soothing energy along the torn skin. Samantha gasped at the warmth, her fingers tightening on the sheets.

Zoro watched every flinch... every shiver... every time she whimpered. His hands curled into fists at his knees.

He hated seeing her in pain.

He hated knowing Morris put her there.

He hated the fire inside him that demanded vengeance.

When the healers finished, her breathing had softened. Her face relaxed for the first time since she arrived.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Zoro dismissed the healers with a nod. When they left, the silence between him and Samantha deepened, not empty, but charged.

"You're trembling," Zoro said quietly.

"I can't help it," she whispered. "I can't see anything. Every sound feels like danger."

Zoro hesitated... then moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. She tensed at the dip of the mattress, her breath catching.

"You're not in danger here," he said. "You're in the safest place in the kingdom."

She laughed weakly. "That's what Morris used to say."

The world went still.

Zoro lifted her chin gently, forcing her to look toward him even though she could not see his face.

"I am not Morris," he growled softly.

She inhaled sharply, but didn't pull away.

"I know," she whispered. "You don't sound like him."

Zoro's thumb brushed her jawline before he realized he'd moved. Her skin was warm, delicate, softer than he expected.

He pulled his hand back, fighting for composure.

"You should rest," he whispered.

"I'll try." She hesitated. "But... could you just... stay for a moment?"

His heart slammed against his ribs.

Stay.

Zoro wasn't the kind of man who stayed.

He walked away.

He commanded from a distance.

He built walls so no one could reach him.

But her voice...

Something inside him surrendered.

He sat back beside her.

"Very well."

She shifted closer to the sound of his breathing. "I don't know what you look like," she said softly. "But... I feel like you're tall."

He raised a brow. "Are you guessing?"

"It's something in your voice," she whispered. "It feels... steady. Like someone who stands above others."

Zoro's lips twitched-a rare, almost-smile.

"And you?" he asked. "How do you see yourself?"

She hesitated. "Weak."

Zoro leaned in, his tone turning dark and stern.

"You crossed a forest blind. You outran a trained warrior. You survived Morris."

He waited a heartbeat.

"You're not weak, Samantha. You're extraordinary."

Her breath hitched. She turned her face toward him, and for a moment... it felt like she was looking right into him.

"Why are you being kind to me?" she whispered.

Zoro inhaled slowly.

Because my wolf rises for you.

Because I feel alive around you.

Because I don't want to let you go.

But he said none of those things.

Instead...

"Because someone needs to be."

Samantha's fingers brushed his hand. A soft, accidental touch. Zoro froze, then, slowly, he closed his hand around hers.

The contact sent a jolt through him.

Warm.

Electric.

Dangerous.

Samantha leaned into him, fragile but trusting.

And Zoro let her.

For the first time in years, he let someone close.

But outside the palace walls...

A distant howl tore through the night-low, furious, unmistakable.

Morris.

Zoro lifted his head, eyes darkening to molten silver.

The war wasn't coming.

It was already here.

And Samantha...

She was at the center of it.

The king tightened his hold on her hand, his voice a whisper of wrath and promise.

"I won't let him take you."

But destiny had other plans.

And Morris had just crossed the first border.

The hunt had begun again

Night fell like a blade over the werewolf realms, sharpening every shadow, every breath of wind, every heartbeat that dared to echo in the silence. And somewhere beyond the borders of the Shadow Pack,beyond Zoro's fortress walls, rage was building into a storm powerful enough to split the earth.

Morris had tasted humiliation.

And Morris Weston does not swallow humiliation.

He destroyed it.

The first village never saw him coming.

The moon hung low above the pines when Morris swept through it like a nightmare set free, his wolf form towering, massive, silver fur streaked with the blood of warriors who tried to slow him. His voice, distorted by rage, thundered through the night.

"Where is she?"

No one could answer.

Some could not speak. Some were too terrified. Some were already dead.

Those who survived whispered later that his eyes did not hold sanity anymore, just a hollow devotion twisted into obsession, and a hatred that burned so bright it could have melted stone.

He tore through the second village with the same madness.

By the time he reached the third, packs were already evacuating women and children. Fires rose behind him like pillars of warning. Wolves cowered. Elders trembled. Even the bravest warriors chose silence over risking his wrath.

Morris didn't care who he hurt.

He only cared who he lost.

"Samantha," he growled into the night, voice cracking with a violent possessiveness. "You can't hide from me. Not from the one who loves you. Not from the one you belong to."

His claws closed around the throat of a trembling scout.

Where most would see a broken man, the scout saw something worse...

a man who believed pain was affection, who believed blindness was devotion, who believed kidnapping was salvation.

Morris leaned close, nose flaring with feral fury.

"I know who has her," he whispered. "I can smell him on her skin. Zoro... that bastard touched what's mine."

And then he let the scout live, because terror spread better from survivors than corpses.

His army followed behind him, rogue wolves, outcasts, beasts loyal only to fear and his promise of carnage. Together they carved a bloody path across the territories.

He was no longer the handsome warrior.

No longer the respected protector.

He was the monster Samantha had run from.

And he was coming.

Inside the Shadow Palace, Samantha could feel the darkness tightening across every border like a tightening noose. Even without eyes, she could sense the change, the sharp whispers, the heavier footsteps, the tension in Zoro's voice whenever he spoke to his generals.

War was coming.

Because of her.

She curled her fingers in the blanket, biting her lip to keep her breathing steady. She didn't want to be afraid. She didn't want to be the burden everyone whispered about. But fear had a way of lodging in her bones. She had lived with it for too long.

Still... whenever Zoro entered the room, something inside her calmed.

Tonight he stepped inside again, slow and deliberate, as if trying not to startle her. The air shifted, the scent of pine and storm, the aura of a king trying and failing to hide concern.

Her heart picked up.

"You're awake," he said softly, a tone she had only ever heard directed at her.

She turned her face toward him. "Something's wrong. Everyone is... tense."

Zoro exhaled, a low rumble in his chest. "Morris left me a message."

Samantha stiffened. "A message?"

He placed something on the bedside table. She heard the faint clink of metal, armor? A weapon?

But no. The smell told her everything.

Blood.

Her breath faltered. "Zoro..."

"He slaughtered an entire border patrol," the Alpha King said, voice colder than ice yet trembling beneath. "And he left a warning soaked in their blood."

"What did it say?"

Zoro hesitated. "That you are his. And that if I don't return you..."

He moved closer, his presence wrapping around her like a shield she silently clung to.

"...everything I rule will burn."

Samantha's hand trembled. Zoro's fingers unexpectedly brushed hers, steadying her.

"We will not let him take you," he said.

We.

Not I.

Not they.

We.

It warmed her chest in a way she wasn't ready for. A way that terrified her more than Morris ever could.

"But Zoro..." she whispered, voice trembling. "He will kill everyone. He'll destroy everything you've built. Maybe... maybe you should let me go to stop him."

Instantly, Zoro gripped her wrist, not harsh, not controlling, but with a desperate intensity that shook her.

"Don't say that again," he growled.

She swallowed. "I can't be the reason people die."

"You are not a weapon," he hissed. "You are not a bargaining chip. And you will never be something I hand over to a madman."

The last word came out like a snarl.

Samantha felt the heat of his breath near her ear, the tension in his muscles, the war inside him. This ruthless Alpha King, the one feared across the realms-was unravelling... for her.

"Zoro..." she whispered, trying to pull back, though she didn't know if she meant it.

But he didn't release her. Instead, he slowly lifted her hand to his chest.

She felt the hard planes of his body.

The steady, powerful heartbeat.

The warmth she'd started associating with safety.

"Do you feel that?" he asked, voice barely controlled.

"Yes."

"That is the only reason Morris will never touch you again."

She swallowed again. "Your heart?"

A muscle in his jaw flexed. "My promise."

Her breath tangled with his for a moment too long.

Then...

A roar shook the fortress walls.

Wolves howled in fear.

Metal clashed.

Someone shouted Zoro's name from beyond the doors.

Samantha flinched violently, reaching for him.

He caught her instantly, pulling her against his chest. "Easy. I'm here."

"Zoro, what is that?"

He didn't answer at first. The silence stretched.

Then his voice came low, lethal.

"Morris has found us."

Samantha gasped, clutching his tunic.

And that was when the second roar echoed, closer, monstrous, vibrating the ground beneath their feet.

Zoro tightened his grip on her.

"He's not at the gates," he said.

"He's inside the territory."

Her heart stopped.

"Zoro... what do we do?"

He lifted her chin with surprising tenderness.

"We face him," he whispered. "Together."

Another roar. Another tremor. Another howl of panic.

But Zoro didn't move away from her.

He didn't reach for his weapon.

He didn't call guards.

He leaned in closer.

And in the darkness she lived in, she felt him-the warmth of his breath, the soft brush of his lips near her temple.

A silent vow.

A forbidden promise.

Then he pulled her into his arms, lifting her with ease.

"Hold on to me, Samantha."

And she did-because the world was tipping into chaos, darkness, and blood.

And the only safe place left...

was the Alpha King's heartbeat.

Then the doors exploded inward.