“I Alpha Terrance Beaumont of the Crescent Claw pack........” he paused as he looked at the young lady before him with admiration and pride before continuing as blood dripped from both of their hands that was clasped together.
Ava eyes watered with an evident sign of respect, as she gazed at the man who gave her life and fulfillment. He had an unlimited amount of love to give her and he does without holding back, he supports her in everything she does and guides her well. Even without a mother she couldn’t remember much about, Ava grew up well, her father did a good job. He gave her the space to fly high and even made her the first female Alpha in their pack. Ava very well believes she deserved it, her father was never prejudiced or blinded by love when it comes to discipline and training. So whatever succession that was to happen, she earned it fair and square. The air was thick with anticipation as Terrance's voice continued “Step down as the Alpha and relinquish my authority to Ava Beaumont of the Crescent Claw pack” Alpha Terrance Beaumont's voice echoed through the night air, filled with emotion and pride. As soon as he completed the vow, all pack members went on their knees, while Ava gasped silently as she felt the transfer of authority, the connection was intoxicating, and Ava's heart swelled with pride and responsibility. Once the transfer was done, Ava pulled back released her hold on her father who backed away a step and bowed slightly to acknowledge her authority. Ava's response was instinctive; she bowed, her forest green eyes locked on her father's. Facing the pack members who were still on their knees, all she saw was a sea of expectant faces, Ava's voice rang out, clear and strong. . “I, Ava Beaumont accept the position of the Alpha of Crescent claw pack and vow by the goddess to fight and die protecting my people from these day........till I am called to the moon” The pack members all rose and bared their neck in submission to their new Alpha. “Loyal to the Alpha, till the moon calls!” They all echoed this loudly, then they began howling even louder. There was a lively air in the Crescent Claw pack, two important events had just happened. One was the coming of age of Ava Beaumont the only child and heir of Alpha Terrance, and the double celebration was the handover ceremony. Terrance had just handed over the control of the pack to his now 20 years old daughter, who had gained the respect and support of the pack due to her prowess. Standing at 5ft8, her forest green eyes took in the howling wolves with pride ‘yes, they want me as their leader’ she thought to herself, letting out an unusually gorgeous smile, with her dimples on full dispway.. The he-wolves couldn’t help letting out loud whistles, it wasn’t everyday they get to see their new Alpha smile so sweetly. Normally, her beauty and hotness could not be denied, against the wish of her father, she was wearing a white suit piece and white heels, instead of the beautiful white gown she was ordered to shop for by her father. This, in any way did not make her look less attractive, the suit hugged and accentuated her curvaceous body making her look hot and at the same time surrounded with an air superiority and firmness. Her long, red hair, styled in an intricate ponytail, shone like a beacon in the moonlight, that was the only thing she was not able to have her way with. Her best friend Maeve, though mischievous would not bend on that, and after much persuasion was permitted to style Ava’s hair in such a way Ava Beaumont was a sight to behold, the combination of white and red had never looked so out of the world. Her presence could not just be ignored, as she stood on the platform where the transfer of authority just happened. Both the young and old wolves had a smile of admiration on their face as they hollered their new Alpha’s name repeatedly. Ava’s heart was beating wildly as she felt the excitement and sincerely of her pack through the bond. She was so preoccupied with this new feeling that she didn’t notice the area slightly above her wrist emit light after which an intrinsic mark appeared there.Dolion's anxiety was palpable as he paced back and forth in the castle's great hall. His mind kept wandering back to Ava, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building up inside him. He had to wait for his mother's response, and the anticipation was killing him.His mother, the queen, had retreated to her chambers earlier that day, determined to find a cure for Ava's affliction. Dolion had been surprised by her words, but he had tried to remain optimistic. "I need time," she had said, her eyes fixed on the ancient texts scattered before her."I...I...need to decipher the text first," she had added, her voice barely above a whisper.Dolion's eyes had widened in shock, and he had struggled to respond. He had been expecting a straightforward answer, not a cryptic message that left him with more questions than answers."How long will it take?" he had asked finally, trying to keep his voice steady.His mother's reply had done little to ease his concerns. "I don't k
Maeve sat beside Ava, her hand clasped tightly in hers, as Ava writhed and turned on the bed. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and Maeve's face contorted in worry. Despite the pain searing into her palm, she refused to leave Ava's side. Doctor Maria walked in, frustration etched on her face. "Maeve, you need to rest and get that hand checked."Maeve shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine... Ava, wake up." Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at Ava's pale, disheveled face. Maeve's own trauma, stemming from her birth mother's illness and death, resurfaced, and she felt a chill run down her spine.Only Martin and Ava knew about this, which was why Martin had not tried to pull her away from Ava."Don't die on me, Ava," she whispered, her voice cracking, tears had started to form in her eyes once again. Ava's eyes remained closed, her body wracked with fever. But in her mind, a battle raged on. Hecuba's voice echoed, filled with anger a
"Shit!......Ava" Dolion swore, he just remembered her, the mate bond. He picked up his phone and dialed Terrene number, mating with another wolf when you have a mate, brings excruciating pain to your mate. If she was mated to a regular Alpha, the pain would have been tolerable because that have not marked each other. But having a Lycan as a mate would make the pain intolerable, regardless of whether he has marked her or not. The calk connected and there was silence and a forced breathing "Alpha Terrence?" Dolion asked to be sure, on the other side Terrence closed his eyes to calm himself. "Alpha King" he said devoid of any emotions. Dolion rubbed his forehead and sighed, he knew fully well the man was angry and he knew why. "Is Ava okay?" "You should know fully well whether she's fine ...... Alpha King" Dolion eyes snapped open angrily at this reply and he cut in "Just answer the question Alpha Terrence, my patience is thinning" He knew the man had every ri
Roman stood under the warm spray of the shower, his mind replaying the encounter with Ava.He couldn't believe how drawn he was to her, how much he wanted to claim her as his own.But he knew he couldn't, he had a more important mission.His eyes so many emotions, he faced the mirror wiping off the steam with one hand. He stared back at his own reflection, he grunted painfully suddenly as his blue eyes deepened and flashed, he closed his eyes and when he opened them, in his reflection in the mirror, it was pitch dark, with no sign of the blueness. If only Ava saw him this way, it would have felt so familiar, it was like the darkness Hecuba carried, just less dark but very ominous. The next minute was the most unprecedented, his eyes were still blue but a look at the mirror felt like looking into the pit of darkness.It was still his face and physique, but it looks an entirely different entity, as it expression
Dolion was relentless. "You've been hiding the tribute brides, using them for your own twisted desires."Mountain Zico was a wolf pack that chose to remain secluded out of civilization and kept on practising their Stone Age customs. And because of these, they had kept on sending tribute bride without a hitch and all of these shewolves had been going to Zachary's secret den which he created to auction off these girls to powerful people all around the world. He pointed at the bald elder, named Michael "You, spokesman......you have put your public speaking skills into such a good use all these years" Michael could not utter a word. "Hmn, Can't talk? Ychest.re so good at giving speeches that made the Moonbeam pack, Blackpeak pack, Crescent blood pack and the Bloodmoon pack, send a regular supply of 'thank you gift' to you......every .....month " Dolion raised his hand to quiet him down. "Hmn this one is eve
Ava looked up from her work and raised her brows, her expression was stern, her eyes flashing with a warning. "Let's focus on securing the pack's borders, Martin. We can discuss the... complicated situation later." Martin nodded, still reeling from the news. He knew better than to push Ava when she was in a foul mood. "Right, of course. I gathered the trackers and we have secured that vulnerable path." As Martin turned to leave, Ava's voice stopped him. "Martin?" He turned back, his eyes questioning. "Yes?" "Be discreet about this. I don't want the pack to know about... him." Ava's gaze flicked towards the east, where Roman was being housed. Martin's expression turned thoughtful. "You think he's a threat?" Ava's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what he is, Martin. But I do know that I need to protect my pack, and if that means keepin