The Alpha’s Shattered Bonds (Feral Hearts Saga #1)

Prologue

Seraphina

Restlessness churned through me as I lay in the dark, caught between the blurry boundary between sleep and consciousness. Heat radiated through the sheets, clinging to my damp skin despite the night’s chill.

In a daze, I saw a figure beside me, effortlessly handsome in his plaid shirt and jeans—Alpha Tyler. His presence was a mix of comfort and exhilaration. We were now in the kitchen, laughter mingling with the hum of an unseen warmth.

“Leave some for me,” I smirked playfully as he dipped his finger into the mixing bowl, tasting the chocolate.

Tyler arched a brow, challenge dancing in his bright blue eyes. “Fight me for it, Seffy.”

In a moment of reckless bravery that I hadn’t known I possessed, I captured his finger with my lips, tasting the sweetness of chocolate and the undertone of cedar—Tyler’s scent. He tasted even more delicious than I’d imagined. To taste him was something I’d yearned to do for a long time, an act of courage that sent a thrill through my entire being.

But Tyler’s face suddenly blurred. My heart raced as an insatiable hunger ignited within me; I wanted to touch him more, to kiss him. I leaned closer, a breath away from surrendering to the moment, intoxicated by the thrill of our connection.

Just as I gathered the courage to act on my desire, I jolted awake, breathless and disoriented, my heart thundering against my ribcage, amplifying the urgent secret I could no longer ignore.

Today was my nineteenth birthday, and the desires I’d kept hidden seemed intent on surfacing. The yearning I’d fought came crashing down like an avalanche; Tyler was my guardian, my alpha, but his presence ignited feelings I’d never dared act on.

The thick aroma of cedar lingered in the air, heightening my yearning. I blinked against the moonlight streaming through the window, illuminating my sanctuary—my bedroom at Alpha Tyler’s house. That’s right—I was home from Silver Moon University for the summer holidays.

Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around myself and accidentally brushed my nipple, sending an electric jolt coursing to my core. A gasp slipped from my lips, pleasure blooming within me, fueled by thoughts of Tyler’s finger in my mouth.

I had fought these feelings for so long. A thirteen-year age difference loomed between us, making what I felt forbidden. But it wasn’t just the age difference; Tyler had raised me since my parents passed. Despite my attraction toward him, I knew he couldn’t be attracted to me.

But the desperate urges clawing at me made my hands move of their own accord. They returned to my breasts, kneading the softness and igniting a spark between my legs. I whimpered softly into the silence, yearning for the warmth of Tyler’s body like never before.

In a haze, I suddenly understood: I’d come into my heat. This feeling was like nothing I’d ever experienced—an intoxicating blend of arousal and desperate need. I’d had health classes at school here in the Silver Moon Pack. My wolf was demanding her mate. As my fingers grazed the drenched fabric of my underwear, I knew exactly what I craved.

“Tyler…” His name slipped from my lips, laced with urgency, desperation rising as I surrendered to the intensity of this need. My fingers trembled as they sought the soft warmth between my thighs. My breath quickened, each caress igniting a fire that coursed through my veins. I imagined it was Tyler’s hands exploring me—strong, gentle, and possessive.

With every stroke, I envisioned his touch. “Tyler… Tyler…” I whimpered, the sound reverberating in the stillness around me, my voice trembling as I repeated his name like a prayer. It felt both liberating and intoxicating, this rhythmic movement fueled by the heat electrifying my body.

Suddenly, the door handle twisted, and in a heartbeat, he stood there—Alpha Tyler, framed in the soft glow of moonlight.

His tall silhouette and bare chest revealed a physique almost god-like. His short brown hair framed his striking blue eyes, capturing me with a ferocity that sent shivers racing down my spine.

“Seffy?” His voice was deep and rich, tinged with concern. “Are you having a bad dream?”

Protectiveness stamped across his features—my pack guardian. Thoughts flickered back to when I blew out the candle on my birthday cake today, wishing for nothing but Tyler’s love.

My lips parted with longing. The anticipation of tasting him made my mouth water. His proximity usually reined in my wicked thoughts, but tonight, the primal heat emboldened me—I didn’t stop touching myself, each movement now a shared secret between us.

“Seffy?” His voice came again, concern laced with confusion as I didn’t answer him. I watched him halt, inhaling deeply as the scent of my arousal enveloped him. A low, primal growl rumbled from his throat, causing my core to clench as the sound told me his wolf was responding to me. Despite the moonlight spilling in, I felt no self-consciousness. Tyler’s astonished gaze was entranced. I felt like one of the crystals on my altar—absorbing the Moon goddess’s light, my body electrified with energy.

A new wave of clarity surged through me. My connection to the Moon goddess, Igaluk, wrapped around me, revealing truths I’d been blind to until now. What had once felt like a simple attraction to Tyler blossomed into something monumental. I realized it wasn’t mere infatuation; it was the Moon goddess’s blessing, whispering loud and clear that Tyler was my mate.

In a flash of insight, I understood that before, Igaluk hadn’t deemed it right for me to know. My heart raced with the knowledge that my bond with Tyler was meant to be revealed at this precise moment. The ache within me screamed for recognition, urging me to embrace what was destined. My wolf panted with excitement, pushing me to invite my mate to claim us as I surrendered to the undeniable truth of our connection.

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But Tyler didn’t move closer. In a moment of courage, I shot from the bed, closing the distance between us. Breathless, I said, “Tyler, I love you. I’ve always loved you.” My heart thundered, heady joy swirling within me as I poured out everything I’d kept bottled up.

Astonishment washed over his features as his fingers brushed back my long hair, a tender gesture that sent a delicious warmth right down to my toes. “Seffy,” he murmured, his voice rich with emotion. “I care about you… so much. You’re like family to me.”

The bittersweet words hung between us, but a pang of rejection twisted in my chest. When I’d been fifteen, Tyler had taken me in. My father had been his beta. But he and my mother had enabled a rival pack to invade our territory. Their suicide, an escape from the retribution they feared, had meant Tyler was my only family.

Anger and frustration ignited inside me, burning brightly as I expressed my yearning. “That’s not all you feel though, is it?” I demanded, a tremor in my voice. Could he really be so blind to the heat sizzling in the air between us?

“It’s natural for a young wolf to have these instincts,” he said. “But I’m not the one for you.” His tone wavered slightly, betraying the uncertainty that simmered beneath his resolute facade.

He’d called me a young wolf. Did he think I was completely inexperienced?

“I’ve had relationships before–” I started.

With a low rumble, Tyler stepped closer, his hand finding my waist. A spark leaped between us, electric pulses shooting through my body. As I looked into his eyes, I caught a flash of possessiveness swirling in their depths, a fierce unexpected emotion that sent my heart racing. Was he jealous?

The realization hit me—his wolf was responding to mine, a primal acknowledgment of the connection we shared. The intensity of his gaze made my pulse quicken, a mix of exhilaration and apprehension coursing through me. I belonged to him, just as he belonged to me. The unspoken recognition of what we truly were to one another hung thick in the air.

“I’ve had relationships,” I began, my heart racing as I met his gaze. “But they were distractions—nothing more. I thought I needed to resist this, but every time I was with someone else, all I could think about was you.” I took a breath, feeling the weight of my confession settle between us. “I’ve done things… but I’ve never wanted to go all the way with anyone but you.”

My resolve flared, and I added, “I’m not a teenager anymore, Tyler. I’ve grown up. I know now what I want, and it’s you.”

Yet still , Tyler remained motionless. Where he grasped my hip, longing simmered, making me feel like I’d combust. I needed his hands to explore my body, thrumming with aching need.

With each pulse of heat, my body’s power surged to the surface. Tyler’s nostrils flared, each inhale he took making his body shudder with more tension and… pleasure . My pheromones were enveloping him, a secret language that spoke directly to his primal heart. I thrilled to watch his body respond, his instincts taking control. His eyes, full of restraint before, now burned with desire.

“Are you sure?” His breath came hot against my face, his voice barely audible over the thrumming of my pulse.

But it was a last-ditch attempt to resist the force driving us together. I still sensed his conflict, the struggle between his doubts and the raw urge that consumed him. I surged forward, pulling him down to me, guiding his mouth to mine.

For a brief moment, his lips hesitated against mine, their firm press speaking of the conflict raging within him. I could feel his restraint tightening like a coiled spring, his wolf stirring restlessly beneath the surface, tempted by my proximity. My hands danced across the hard contours of his chest, but it was the small hum in the back of my throat that spoke loudest. The muffled sound seemed to spark something in him; he kissed me back, his resistance melting into the heat enveloping us. His arms encircled me, pulling me close against him. My aching breasts molded against his chest as I pressed myself closer. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers tangled in my hair. A low groan escaped him, sending shivers racing through me.

Every touch ignited sensations I had never known, heat cascading through me. My knees buckled as he picked me up, understanding my needs without a single word. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his erection straining against me.

The intensity between us was all-consuming. “I need you,” I begged, voice thick with desire. My tongue clashed with his in unchecked passion, and Tyler’s growl deepened as I tasted his need, too.

As he lowered me onto the bed, his hands found the hem of my nightdress. The sound of tearing fabric sliced through the air, and suddenly, I was laid bare before his ravenous gaze. His pupils were blown wide with desire, a burning azure that mirrored the brilliance of a glacier beneath the sun. His wolf surged just below the surface, primal urges feeding his actions.

The intense awareness of his attraction toward me flared through me, making me feel feral in a way I had never experienced. This was better than any fantasy I had conjured on the lonely nights I’d yearned for him. As he paused, I hooked my fingers beneath my panties, shimmying them down, determined to cast aside anything standing in our way.

Breath quickening, I reached for him, pushing down his pajama bottoms. A gasp escaped my lips as his erection sprang free. I marveled at the sight, anticipation and longing flooding my senses. Something about my reaction spurred Tyler on as he spread my thighs apart, fingers encountering my warmth as he slid a finger between my folds.

“Tyler,” I gasped, sinking back against the sheets as pleasure shuddered through me. As he drove two fingers deep inside, the sensation overwhelmed me; then, suddenly, his tongue danced over my sensitive clitoris. I writhed and moaned, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy—so close to the edge.

He sucked harder, and my whole body shook violently. I arched my back, my fingers tangling in his hair, crying out as pleasure surged through me. Fire coursed along my spine as my hips bucked with each thrust of his tongue. “Tyler, please,” I begged, urgency mingling with desperate need, threatening to rob me of my sanity.

“What do you want, Seraphina?” he growled, his breath warm against my core.

Seraphina. He’d never called me by my full name before; I’d always been his endearing “Seffy.” My full name resonated deeply within me, intensifying the anticipation coursing through my veins as I met his hungry gaze. “I want you to fuck me, Tyler.” My command was charged with my wolf’s fervent want.

Approval rumbled in his throat as he positioned himself between my thighs. He knew it was my first time and moved gently, but I was so slick with longing that he slid in easily. I gasped, feeling a fullness I’d never known; tinges of pain ebbed away, completely overwhelmed by the ecstasy of being with Tyler.

His forehead pressed against mine. “Are you okay?” His voice was low, concern tangling with desire. Even as his wolf drove him hard, he allowed me time to adjust to this new sensation. The tender care he extended filled me with warmth.

“Yes, fuck, you feel so good,” I breathed, my tone sounding sultry even to my own ears. My walls clenched around him as if wanting to never let him go.

He groaned, sinking deeper, and I lost myself in the rhythm as my body bucked against him, craving more.

Sensing my growing need, he increased the pace, his cock stretching and filling me completely. Then came the electric sensation of his fingers stroking my clit, his mouth seeking out my nipples. The overwhelming pleasure sent me spiraling, wave after wave crashing through me as I called out his name.

Moments later, Tyler spilled into me, igniting yet another wave of ecstasy that consumed everything once more.

As we lay trembling against one another, heartbeats racing in sync, my spirit soared with pure joy. Our love had finally surfaced, like the precious ores and herbs that emerged from the ice during summer here in our secluded pocket of Alaska. Every breath I took, saturated with Tyler’s cedar scent and our shared passion, pulsed with wonder.

I thought of the dazzling possibilities in my future, but what I didn’t imagine was how much pain awaited me.