The Alpha's Unclaimed Lover
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To Alpha Renault, I am nothing but a soulless human pet. A fragile creature to warm his bed and bow beneath his cruelty. He mocks my frailty, uses my body, and believes his power has completely conquered me.
He doesn’t know the truth.
Every time his lips claim mine, I close my eyes and pretend he is Lyre—the human boy who died bleeding in my arms three years ago. Renault is just a shadow. A replacement.
For a year, I played the perfect, submissive lover. But when my foster brother, Victor, returns to our pack, the fragile illusion begins to crack. Victor corners me in the shadows, his eyes burning with a forbidden obsession he can no longer hide. Sensing the rival Alpha’s gaze, Renault’s possessive instincts flare, pulling me deeper into his toxic shadow. The silent, suffocating rivalry between the two most powerful Alphas becomes a dangerous game they both intend to win.
But they are fighting over a ghost.
When Renault stands before his entire council and speaks the oldest, most binding vow—demanding I accept the fated mate bond—he looks at me with absolute arrogance, expecting me to fall to my knees in gratitude.
Instead, I answer with a single word: "No."
He doesn’t know the truth.
Every time his lips claim mine, I close my eyes and pretend he is Lyre—the human boy who died bleeding in my arms three years ago. Renault is just a shadow. A replacement.
For a year, I played the perfect, submissive lover. But when my foster brother, Victor, returns to our pack, the fragile illusion begins to crack. Victor corners me in the shadows, his eyes burning with a forbidden obsession he can no longer hide. Sensing the rival Alpha’s gaze, Renault’s possessive instincts flare, pulling me deeper into his toxic shadow. The silent, suffocating rivalry between the two most powerful Alphas becomes a dangerous game they both intend to win.
But they are fighting over a ghost.
When Renault stands before his entire council and speaks the oldest, most binding vow—demanding I accept the fated mate bond—he looks at me with absolute arrogance, expecting me to fall to my knees in gratitude.
Instead, I answer with a single word: "No."

















































