Sold To The Alphas I Hate - 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.

It was raw, trembling at first, but as the sound grew stronger, it carried across the estate like a declaration. A mark that she was here. Alive. Free.

I felt pride swell in my chest. My wolf howled in answer, joining her. And then the five of us, side by side, raised our voices together to the moon.

The entire estate roared with the sound of celebration, a sea of howls echoing off the walls, pouring into the night sky. It was not just noise—it was unity, joy, the oldest way our kind marked the birth of one of our own.

When the chorus of howls finally faded, the garden grew quiet again, leaving only the whisper of the night breeze and the pounding of my own heart. My brothers, still in their wolf forms, stepped forward one by one. Roman brushed his muzzle against her neck, Jason pressed his flank to hers, Lucian and Rafe nuzzled close—each of them giving their approval, their affection, welcoming her into what she now truly was.

Her wolf swayed a little but leaned into them, accepting, learning what it meant to be one of us.

And now, it was time for the next step. Her first run.

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.

Lucian moved ahead as well, showing her the path with his easy grace, his molten bronze fur catching the moonlight. My brothers lingered around her, encouraging her without pushing.

She hesitated, paws shifting uncertainly in the grass. Then, slowly, she followed. One step. Another. And another. We did not rush her.

Soon, her stride lengthened, her steps stronger, she picked up speed. Her paws struck the earth in rhythm with ours, and together we ran, weaving through the vast expanse of the estate.

The night opened wide around us, filled with the sound of rushing wind, our panting breaths, and the steady rhythm of many paws thundering as one.

The cold breeze ruffled her thick silver coat, sending waves of moonlight shimmering across her fur. She was breathtaking beautiful—every movement, every flick of her ears, every gleam of her golden eyes.

We ran until the trees parted, revealing the waterfall at the far end of the estate. It cascaded gently, the moonlight turning the falling water into silver ribbons. The pool below shimmered like glass, reflecting both the moon above and the wolves standing at its edge.

I slowed and went to the water, lowering my muzzle to drink. She followed, her golden eyes widening as she saw her reflection for the first time.

Silver fur. Golden eyes. The sacred red mark glowing faintly on her forehead. And above it all, the reflection of the full moon, as though the two had been joined together.

I stilled, watching her as she gazed at herself in the water. Curiosity flickered in her eyes. And something else—acceptance.

This was the most beautiful full moon I had ever witnessed. Not because of the moon itself, but because of her—Eira.

I found myself wondering what she was thinking in that moment. What it felt like to finally see her true self looking back at her.