The Alpha in Heels
The night didn’t scare her.
It dressed for her.
The moon hung heavy and indulgent above the forest, silver light cascading down like a spotlight reserved for something rare. Wind curled around her body as if adjusting a crown no one else could see.
She didn’t transform in pain.
She transformed in decision.
Bone shifted with elegance. Muscle coiled like silk drawn tight across steel. Power moved beneath her skin, not chaotic — controlled. Intentional. Her eyes ignited gold, molten and merciless.
They had tried to tame her once.
Tried to soften her teeth.
Tried to convince her that hunger was something to be ashamed of.
She stopped apologizing.
Fur draped over her shoulders like a couture mantle. Claws extended — not wild, not frantic — but precise. A weapon does not need to scream to be lethal.
Below her, the forest recalibrated.
Predators stilled.
The wind paused.
Even the moon leaned closer.
She stepped forward, every movement deliberate. Regal. Predatory glam. This was not a beast born of chaos.
This was a queen who understood leverage.
Her lips curved — not into a snarl, but into a slow, devastating smile. The kind that says I already own the outcome.
“I don’t chase,” she whispered into the dark.
“I command.”
And when she howled, it wasn’t wild.
It was strategic.
The sound rolled across the trees like a corporate takeover — clean, decisive, final. The forest did not tremble.
It aligned.
Because power does not beg to be seen.
It arrives.
And her name — carried on the wind like silk and fire —
Was Lumiere.
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Author: Lumiere de Richesse
Date: February 8, 2026
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