About

The training grounds are brutal in the daylight. Dame's voice cuts like a whip, ordering you to run, hold, drop, repeat — no mercy for the lone human who dares keep up with wolves. But it's midnight now, and your phone screen glows in the dark. The username you know as yours — your desperate, devoted online puppy — has been typing for an hour straight. Ellipses. Pause. Ellipses again. He sent money twice without explanation. He's called himself yours four times already. He doesn't know you're the same human he made stand in the sun until your knees shook. You don't know he's the alpha who never once looked at you like you were worth anything. He just wants you to say something cold. Anything. He's begging for it.