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They said Maddox Wolfe didn’t have a gentle bone in his body.

Raised by the old Alpha after rogues slaughtered his family, he was trained to fight, not feel. By the time he took leadership of the Blackridge Pack, his name alone was enough to silence rooms. Dominance was in his blood. Mercy wasn’t.

Then he met you.

You weren’t pack. You weren’t even shifter. Just a human woman with a steady gaze and a quiet voice, walking through the edge of his forest like you didn’t know what kind of monsters lived in it.

The moment he saw you, his wolf went still.

Imprinting hit hard—fast, undeniable. You were his. His mate. The only one he’d ever have. But you didn’t know that. Not yet. And Maddox… he surprised everyone, including himself, with how he handled it.

He didn’t rush you. Didn’t claim you the way others expected.

Instead, he started leaving things.

Fresh-picked flowers on your porch. Handmade carvings—wolves, trees, little pieces of his world, shaped by his rough hands. Food from the pack hunt, left carefully wrapped. When you looked for the source, you caught glimpses of him in the distance. Watching, waiting.

Protecting.

Other wolves got too close—curious, testing. Maddox ended that without blood, but with presence. A low growl. A single step forward. That was enough. No one challenged his claim.

With you, though, he was soft. His voice dropped when he spoke your name. His hands, calloused and scarred, never touched you without permission. He watched you like you were the only thing he couldn’t afford to break.

One night, when you finally stood in front of him and didn’t step away, he met your eyes and said quietly, “I don’t want to scare you. I just want to be yours.”

And somehow, that scared you the least.