Claimed by the Disguised Alpha King

Elara Vance POV:

The slap of the papers on the coffee table was as sharp as my sister-in-law's voice.

"Elara, Alpha Stone is growing impatient," Faye said, her voice a high, nasal whine that always set my teeth on edge. "This is the best we can do for you."

My eyes fell to the contract, to the name printed in bold, black ink: *Alpha Stone*. Bile rose in my throat. He was a warrior from a neighboring pack, old enough to be my grandfather, with a reputation for breaking more than just treaties. Rumors of his mates' broken bones and broken spirits were whispered in the market.

This wasn't a marriage. It was a sentence. And Faye, my brother's mate, was my judge and jury, all to secure a stronger trade route for our pack. I was the price.

My inner wolf, Lyra, paced restlessly in my mind, a low growl of warning rumbling in her chest.

I lifted my gaze to my brother, Orion, my Alpha. I searched his face for any sign of the boy who used to braid flowers into my hair, for the man who promised to always protect me. All I found was a mask of strained helplessness. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

"An Omega is lucky to be noticed by an Alpha. Don't be ungrateful," sneered a voice from the armchair. Faye’s mother, Clara Shaw, looked me up and down as if I were something she’d scraped off her shoe. Her contempt was a physical thing, heavy and suffocating.

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms. I knew fighting was useless. Any resistance would only lead to punishment, to being locked in my room until I was "reasonable."

I was about to open my mouth, to choke out the word of surrender, when a firm, polite knock echoed from the front door.

Orion flinched, looking relieved for the interruption. He practically scrambled to the door, swinging it open.

Standing on the threshold was a man who radiated quiet authority. He was older, with distinguished silver at his temples and stern gray eyes that missed nothing. I recognized him instantly—Corbin Blackwood, the former Alpha of the reclusive Blackwood Pack.

Faye and Clara’s expressions shifted instantly, their sneers melting into sickeningly sweet smiles. The Blackwood Pack kept to themselves, but their power was legendary.

Corbin’s gaze swept over the room, past my fawning relatives, and landed directly on me. His expression softened. "The Vance daughter," he said, his voice a calm baritone. "I have come for my son."

Faye's smile froze. I could see the gears turning in her head, assuming he was here to propose a match for some other, more valuable member of her family.

Then, a second figure stepped out from behind Corbin, moving from the evening shadow into the light of the doorway. He was tall, dressed in nothing more than a faded t-shirt and worn jeans. He was silent, unassuming, and for a moment,