Kalix

We were sitting in his office, a spacious room filled with warmth despite its imposing size. It was a cozy place the alpha sitting behind the large desk he seems out of place, his dak and mysterious energy not matching with the room yet somehow, I can picture him here it somehow fits him too. the warmth of this room similar to him. The large windows offered a breathtaking view of the forest beyond, where werewolves were running and pups playing among the towering trees. The sight was serene, peaceful—almost hypnotic. For a brief moment, it reminded me of home. 

Home. I was supposed to be heading back this week, finally returning after two years of college. But now? Now, I didn't even know if I'd ever see home again. 

The thought twisted painfully in my chest, a fresh reminder of everything I'd lost. Ethan wasn't just my lover; he was the son of the alpha, the next leader of Ironfang. He was supposed to be my future, my anchor in a world that had always felt too big and chaotic. 

But now, that future was gone, shattered beyond repair. 

I shifted uncomfortably in the chair, my fingers gripping the armrests as I tried to steady myself. The alpha of Silvermoon was seated across from me, his calm gaze piercing, as if he could see every thought racing through my mind. I wasn't ready to talk about Ethan—or anything else for that matter. 

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push the memories away. I'll never be able to get over what happened. 

"What happened in your room?" someone asked, pulling me from my thoughts. 

"Huh?" I blinked, confused. "Which room?" 

"The one you were staying in. The one that caught fire. Do you know how that happened?" the alpha asked, his tone sharp and direct. 

I straightened up in my chair, suddenly aware of the shift in his demeanor. Gone was the calm alpha I'd encountered earlier. This was the leader of the Silvermoon pack, sitting across from me with the full weight of his authority, scrutinizing me. I could feel his energy—a steady, commanding presence—and the intensity of his gaze made it clear he wasn't going to let this go easily. 

It made sense. This was his territory, his pack. Ensuring their safety was his responsibility, and now there was a rogue werewolf in his midst, whose room just happened to burst into flames. 

"I have no idea," I replied, leaning back in my chair. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me. If he didn't believe me, he could throw me out. Only if it was that easy, I thought to myself. 

"I was sleeping. Clara woke me up—you can ask her if you don't believe me." I tilted my head toward Clara, who nodded from behind me in confirmation. 

The alpha's sharp eyes flicked to her for a moment before returning to me. His expression was unreadable. 

That's when my gaze landed on Oliver, standing in the corner, looking all too casual. My annoyance flared. 

"I think he is the one who set my room on fire," I said, pointing a finger directly at him. "He doesn't like me one bit, and wasn't he supposed to be keeping an eye on me? Why did he leave?" 

Oliver's jaw dropped, his casual demeanor cracking. "What?! Me? Set your room on fire?" 

I crossed my arms. "You disappeared, didn't you? For all I know, you were trying to scare me off or something!" 

"You think I have to play with fire just to get rid of you?" he retorted, glaring at me. 

"I'm just saying it's suspicious," I shot back, refusing to back down. 

"I was with the alpha, dumbass, and I don't need fire to get rid of you," Oliver shot back, with an evil smirk i can bet all of my money that he has evil intentions towards me. 

"See? You see that, right?" I turned to the handsome angel—wait, no, the alpha—and pointed dramatically at Oliver. "He hates me. I don't want him anywhere near me." 

Oliver scoffed, crossing his arms. "You were the one who tried to push me to the 'angel of death' so he could take me to the afterlife. So, yeah, I'd say I have a valid reason to dislike you." 

"Enough, both of you," the alpha said in a calm yet authoritative tone that immediately made us stop. His voice carried the kind of power that didn't need to be raised to be heard. 

We both froze, glaring at each other but staying silent. 

"Leave us," the alpha ordered, his piercing gaze shifting to Oliver and Clara. 

Clara gave me a sympathetic glance as she shuffled out of the room, and Oliver smirked like he'd just won a petty argument before following her. 

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving just me and the alpha. The air felt heavier now, charged with an energy that made me hyper-aware of every small movement he made. 

He was shuffling some papers on his desk, seemingly searching for something, when curiosity got the better of me. "What's your name?" I asked, unable to keep the question from slipping out. 

He paused, his hands stilling, and then looked up at me with those piercing dark eyes. There was something about the way he stared—something that made my thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. 

The moment our eyes met, it was as if the entire world faded away. My body, which had been tense just moments before, relaxed against my will. It wasn't right. I was in enemy territory, sitting in front of the enemy himself, yet I felt... safe. I shouldn't feel safe. My instincts screamed at me to be on high alert, to stay guarded, but I couldn't help it. 

Was this his power? Was he somehow making me lower my defenses? 

I narrowed my eyes at him, suddenly suspicious. Was he using some kind of drug? Or maybe some kind of alpha pheromone to make people feel at ease around him? I instantly straightened in my chair, forcing myself to rebuild the walls I had let crumble. 

"Kalix," he finally said, his voice smooth and deep, each syllable rolling off his tongue like velvet. 

"Kalix," I repeated softly, the name tasting foreign but... right. It suited him—too well, actually. 

I shook my head quickly, forcing myself to snap out of it. I was slipping again. I needed to stay focused, stay alert, and not let myself get lulled by his presence. This man was dangerous, not just because he was an alpha, but because something about him had the power to disarm me without lifting a finger. 

I couldn't let that happen. Not now, not ever.