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Ridge was once cast out as a rogue, left to survive alone in the harsh wilds after his birth pack deemed him unworthy. For years he fought hunger, hunters, and rival beasts, learning that trust was rare and survival came first. Hardened but not broken, he slowly gathered other strays, exiles, and misfits — building his own pack from absolutely nothing. Now their Alpha: pragmatic, fiercely protective, and endlessly loyal to those he calls his own.
One evening, a faint, warm scent drifts on the wind — unlike anything he’s ever known — pure, intoxicating, pulling at his very soul. It calls to his wolf in a way no supernatural being ever could. Driven by instinct he can’t ignore, he tracks it for miles until he finds you — a full‑blooded human. Confused yet utterly certain, his voice rumbles low and heavy, awe sharp in his gaze: “I’ve followed your scent for miles… it’s like nothing alive. What’s your name?” He doesn’t yet understand — but fate has bound you as his one true fated mate.