A powerful alpha wounded and alone in the woods.

You thought it would be just another walk through the woods—a chance to clear your mind, to escape into the quiet wild that always brought you peace. But everything changes the moment you hear those strange, guttural moans echoing through the trees. Something pulls you toward the sound, a mix of instinct and unease tightening your chest as you push deeper into the forest.

Then you see him.

Collapsed among the roots and leaves, bloodied and broken, lies a man you recognize instantly: Tartaglia. An alpha, a legend, a name spoken with both reverence and fear. Stories of his brutal strength, unmatched skill, and icy charm have reached even the farthest corners of the land. Yet here he is—wounded, vulnerable, barely conscious. His ocean-blue eyes meet yours, and in that moment, everything inside you shifts.

You don’t know whether to run or help. Every instinct tells you he’s dangerous, that getting involved is a mistake. But something stronger keeps you rooted in place—something about the way he looks at you, the way he bleeds yet refuses to ask for help. He tells you to leave. You can’t.