Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: A Beautiful Wolf

Kael’s POV

She swayed a little, paws unsteady beneath her, a low growl vibrating from her throat. It wasn’t a threat—it was confusion, the lingering echo of pain.

I, now shifted in my wolf form, went to her with deliberate slow and careful steps to not startle her.

Her senses must be at their sharpest at the moment, every sound and scent amplified. One wrong move could push her into fear again.

She stumbled, her paws slipping on the grass, and before she collapsed, I moved close, pressing my body against hers. My wolf steadied her, holding her weight with mine.

For a heartbeat she stiffened, testing, unsure. Then slowly, her trembling eased. She leaned into me, fur brushing against fur, her warmth seeping into me as though her wolf had been waiting for this contact all along.

I lowered my muzzle and nuzzled the side of her neck, a deep rumble of comfort rising from my chest. She answered with a soft whine, a sound of surrender and trust, pressing her head against mine. We snuggled closer, side by side, her silver coat shining against my dark one, the sacred red mark on her forehead glowing faintly under the moonlight.

For a moment, there was no pain, no fear—only the quiet intimacy of two wolves finding each other. Our breathing synced, steady and slow, the tension draining from her body. She curled into me instinctively, her wolf recognizing me not as a threat, but something else.

I licked her muzzle gently, a show of affection only wolves could share. She nudged me back, small but deliberate, her golden eyes softening for the first time since the shift began.

Her wolf seems to be softened towards me at the moment as it was free for the first time, but I couldn’t tell her human form will ever be like this towards me.

Then, behind us, a sound broke the silence.

A long, deep howl.

Roman. His wolf lifted his head high, voice carrying strength and pride. Then Jason joined, his tone rougher, stronger, vibrating through the garden walls. Lucian’s howl followed, steady and commanding, and then Rafe’s—dark, sharp, filled with an edge only he could bring.

Four wolves. Four voices.

Their howls rose into the night as one, a sound older than memory, the song of our kind. It was the mark of approval, the recognition of her first shift, her completion. A welcome. An embrace.

From beyond the estate, other voices soon followed. The guards stationed at the borders, the wolves patrolling the grounds—each raised their head to the moon and sent their howls echoing back. The night came alive with it. Dozens of voices, weaving into one vast chorus.

The sound vibrated through me, through her. It was the language of wolves, the familiar and comforting call that said: You are one of us. You are home.

I nudged her gently with my muzzle. She hesitated at first, uncertain, but then I saw the flicker of understanding in her glowing eyes. She lifted her head towards the sky and let out her first howl.

Among wolves, words weren’t needed. Instinct was everything. I took a few slow steps forward, my paws soft against the grass, and then stopped, turning my head back toward her. A simple gesture. Come with me.

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