Game of Alpha; Battle for supremacy
In a world ruled by blood and betrayal, James carries a dark secret, he is the last surviving heir of a slaughtered clan, hidden behind the stolen face of his enemy. Sent to infiltrate the ruthless Bloodthorn Clan that murdered his family, James is determined to tear them apart from within.
But vengeance is never simple.
Among the enemy, he finds Sarah, a fierce, rebellious slave who ignites a fire in him greater than hatred. He also crosses paths with Selena, a beautiful, broken sister he no longer recognizes, bound by dark magic to the enemy she was raised to serve.
As James rises through the Bloodthorn ranks, winning the trust of the brutal Alpha Draven and outsmarting his watchful Beta Rowan, danger coils tighter around him. Betrayed by those closest to him, forced into deadly duels, and hunted for crimes he did not commit, James must risk everything, not just to avenge his past, but to rewrite the fate of two warring clans.
Love and loyalty. Betrayal and bloodshed.
To survive, James must face his greatest battle yet: against the darkness both around him, and within him.
Will he be the destroyer they fear… or the savior they never saw coming?
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Chapter: The bargainThe morning air was sharp with frost. A cruel wind howled through the high towers of the Bloodthorn fortress, biting at exposed skin and rattling the iron-framed windows like the dead begging to be remembered. But inside the Alpha’s court, the chill was nothing compared to the cold that settled into James’s bones.He stood by the window, staring down into the courtyard. The prison lay in the shadows beyond, the darkest part of the estate. A place where screams were swallowed whole by stone, where daylight never reached. And down there, in chains and blood, was Sara.She haunted him.Even in sleep, he heard her voice, the quiet defiance laced in her last words, the tremble of strength in her broken body. And worse, he saw her eyes. Not afraid. Not begging.But burning.Burning with betrayal.A sharp knock pulled him back to the present. The door creaked open before he could respond.Draven entered, dressed in obsidian black, his hair slicked back like a blade drawn for war. His eyes fl
Last Updated: 2025-08-09
Chapter: unbrokenThe prison reeked of blood, rot, and forgotten souls.Chains clanked in the distance. Water dripped from somewhere unseen, the sound rhythmic, taunting. The deeper they dragged Sara into the underbelly of the Bloodthorn fortress, the colder the air became, like she was being swallowed whole by the very earth.Her arms were limp, her legs too weak to carry her. Her skin was smeared with dirt and dried blood, but still she refused to cry out. The guards yanked her like an animal, iron grips bruising her flesh as they hauled her down the final set of stone steps into the dungeon reserved only for traitors and enemies of the Alpha.The cell door groaned open.Without warning, the butt of a spear slammed into her spine.She fell hard, a cry escaping her lips before she could bite it back. The filthy stone floor tore into her already bleeding knees. Her chin struck the ground with a sickening crack.“Teach her what happens to loudmouth slaves,” one guard snarled, retrieving a whip from a ru
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: The Price for freedomIn the early hours of the morning, a dull light filtered through the high stone window of James's chambers. The chill in the air clung to his skin, but it was the heaviness in his chest that kept him from rising. His eyes opened slowly, bloodshot and weary. He lay still for a long while, staring at the cracked ceiling above him as if it held the answers to the torment inside his soul.Draven’s words echoed in his head, sharp and piercing like a blade: "Or perhaps… you are not Garrick."The sentence struck something deep. Something buried.James turned his head toward the mirror across the room. He blinked slowly, then forced himself up, dragging his feet until he stood before the tall, dust-framed glass. The face that stared back at him looked tired, hollow….foreign.His fingers clenched the edge of the table beneath the mirror, and a voice, soft but firm, rose in the silence of his mind.“You were chosen to save the Silverfang Clan from their torment.”It was the wizard’s voice. Ste
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: Lord Draven’s suspicionJames returned from the slave camp long after the sun had dipped behind the mountains. His body ached with fatigue. Sweat clung to his skin, and his muscles burned with the strain of yet another grueling day pretending to be someone he wasn’t. His stomach growled, empty and restless, twisting painfully as if gnawing at itself from within. He hadn't eaten since morning, and now he felt like he could devour an entire roast beast if it stood in his path.But strangely, for the first time in weeks, James didn’t return in a storm of fury or pain. Tonight was different. His heart beat not from rage but from something he hadn’t felt in years, fascination. Something, or rather someone, had occupied his thoughts entirely. A certain slave girl with fire in her spirit and defiance in her gaze.Sara.Her image flared in his mind with startling clarity, the messy strands of her hair clinging to her cheeks, the bruise on her neck refusing to hide her beauty, the way her eyes burned when she looked
Last Updated: 2025-08-07
Chapter: The TruthThe tall doors of the court creaked open just as the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the floor. Draven sat at the head of the long marble table, sipping dark wine from a silver goblet, bored and half-lost in thought, when Lord Varek barged in without being announced.Draven raised an eyebrow lazily. “Someone forgot how to knock.”Varek ignored the remark. His face was flushed with anger, his jaw tight.“You’re not going to believe what happened,” he hissed.“Then say it already,” Draven said, twirling his goblet in his hand.Varek walked towards Draven, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Garrick… he interfered. I was delivering punishment to that defiant slave, Sara, the rebel, and he dared to stop me. He stood between us like some savior… and defended her.” His eyes burned with restrained fury.The wine in Draven’s goblet stilled. He leaned forward slightly. “Defended her?”“Yes,” Varek snapped. “Pulled me away like I was the villain. Told me I’d kill her. Said she was
Last Updated: 2025-08-04
Chapter: The slave my peopleThe court gathering was thick with tension, an unspoken storm brooding beneath formal expressions and stiff nods. Lord Varek’s jaw was locked, his eyes dark with suppressed fury as he sat opposite James. They hadn’t spoken, but their silence said enough. James could feel Varek's hate like heat rising off stone.Draven stood and raised his hand. “Enough of the long stir, my friends,” he said with a lazy smirk. “We all want the same thing,to keep the slaves in chains and this kingdom running strong.”His voice rang through the hall.“Varek, for now, James will be in charge of the slave camps. At first light, take him with you. Show him the grounds. Introduce him as their new lord. Let them know their chains are still secure.”James didn’t blink. Varek, on the other hand, looked like he might combust.“This meeting is dismissed,” Draven said, with a wave.The camp was already bustling. Slaves lined up in rags, weak but obedient, their “tasks”, baskets of crops, dried meats, laid at their
Last Updated: 2025-08-04
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