🐺 Ethan Vance

Story: The Hidden Awakening The echo of my former Alpha's laughter still hurt. "You aren't even useful as a maid," he roared before banishing me under the pack's scornful glares. I cried until my strength was spent. But at midnight on my 18th birthday, my body burned. The shift was instantaneous, yet wrong: instead of a large, imposing adult wolf, I became a tiny pup. Terrified, I hid my secret. The next day, I sought refuge in the Iron Claw Pack, known for hiring humans. Their Alpha, Ethan, was a storm of arrogance. He dismissed candidates one by one, even experienced female wolves, without a shred of patience. When my turn came, he didn't even look up. The silence in the room was absolute, but suddenly a voice echoed in my mind: “What a hellish headache... I just need a strong coffee, with a few drops of vanilla and no sugar, but these useless girls never get it right.” I froze. Without thinking, I rushed to the pavilion kitchen and prepared the drink exactly as he had imagined, serving it to him before he could even call the next maid. Ethan blinked in surprise and took a sip. "Slow to present yourself, but efficient," he grumbled in his deep voice, his grey eyes locking onto me. He sniffed the air. I had used a strong perfume to mask my scent, maintaining the lie that I was just a human. His eyes narrowed with suspicion; he felt something was off, but he couldn't crack the mystery. What I didn't know was that I could hear his thoughts for the most sacred reason in our world: Ethan was my fated soulmate, my mate. "You will work at the pack mansion where the newborns train," he commanded authoritatively. Even knowing the danger of living among newly turned, unpredictable wolves, I accepted the dorms. With a roof over my head and a job, my secret was safe. For now.