INICIAR SESIÓN
“What do you mean by I’m not worthy?” Samantha Stomped, her narrowed eyes on her father, Alpha Harry.
“You’re nowhere near worthy, if I must say,” Harry let out, his chin up, chest puffed out, and a confident smile on his face.
“I’m your beta.” I’m supposed to rule after you. I’ve been training my whole life for this opportunity; you can’t just let Craig over here take all the credit,” Samantha yelled, her eyes sending daggers at her stepbrother Craig.
Craig barged in, throwing Samantha off her balance. “Don’t you get it, Step sister?” You’re as weak as ever; you don’t even have a wolf to fight alongside. Just give up; I’m better than you in everything, and there’s nothing that can nullify that fact.”
“Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean I am less capable. As for my wolf, even though I’m yet to get it, I’m still more powerful than you.”.
“Then prove it to us, Samantha,” Harry’s thick voice sent shivers down Samantha’s spine, binding her confidence with her fears.
“Assign me to any task. I will complete it victoriously and show you all that I’m worthy of becoming an Alpha.”
“Bring me the head of the Alpha of the Deadly Fang pack, Ryu. Then I shall reconsider and make you Alpha instead.”
“That’s more impossible than possible. Everyone we’ve sent to eliminate him all comes back injured or without a head, Samantha exclaimed.
“If you’re scared, you might as well just retain your position as Beta and live the peaceful life you so desire.”
“I’m not scared. I shall penetrate the enemy’s territory and bring back the head of Ryu.”
/SAMANTHA’S POV/
Here I am in the enemy’s territory. No friends, no family, and not a single person to accompany me. My heritage, my reputation, and my dignity are all at stake in an impossible task. How can a wolf-less Werewolf be able to behead a mighty Alpha?
“Get over here, Samantha. These floors need scrubbing fast. I wouldn’t want the Alpha killing innocent guards due to your weak bones, Timothy, the personal assistant to the Alpha of the Deadly Fang pack, commanded.
“Yes, sir,” I exclaimed, grabbing the broom and heading for the royal chamber.
Disguising as a maid in the enemy’s territory just to accomplish an impossible mission was the biggest risk I had ever taken. The sight of infiltrators being slaughtered daily by the mighty Alpha Ryu gave me nothing but goosebumps.
“Don’t you think Alpha Ryu is the best in the world?” a thin voice let out. The sight of Sasha, a fellow maid, came to sight.
“Alpha Ryu is just like the others, if you ask me. He’s cruel, ruthless, and definitely not the man any lady should be dealing with.”
“I think he’s handsome, charming, and has a physique every lady would be dying to be underneath.” Sasha responded, her eyes concentrating on the ceiling as she daydreamed.
“Clean that idea off your head. He’s a killer, a man with no pure intentions of saving his people. He kills for fun,” I argued.
“Maybe you’d do a better job if you were Alpha, but you’re just so weak you couldn’t climb the ranks to Scavenger, and you’re stuck here with me cleaning the royal chambers.” Sasha retorted, sending daggers at me.
How dare she talk so lowly to me? The future Alpha of the Moon Hound pack.
“Miss Samantha, are you going to clean the darn floors or you’re going to get killed by the Alpha?” Timothy let out.
“Yes, sir,” I growled, sweeping the floors like my life depends on it.
… After cleaning and scrubbing the various chambers, I was left with one last task: cleaning Alpha Ryu’s chambers. No one was allowed near his chambers, but due to an emergency protocol, I had gotten a request from Timothy to clean it up.
“And who are you?” a voice arched in my head, sending shivers down my spine. I wanted to raise my head and check it out, but I couldn’t. My body wasn’t responding, his aura holding me in place.
“I’m a mere maid; I have been tasked with cleaning up your room for the day.” I stammered, hoping my body would return to me.
“You’re quite lucky. Usually you’d be cut by my sword, but it seems your instincts are much stronger than your body. You survived by an inch, zero bruises, and zero cuts.” His voice resonated around the room, causing a repentance of his voice.
“Thank you, Alpha Ryu.”
“Funny, how you don’t call me Lord. Should I be pissed or should I just finish you off for trying to clean the floor?” He rose from his chair,
“Tamper justice with Mercy, dear Alpha,” I pleaded, fighting the urge to spit on him.
“Alpha Ryu, she’s the new…” Timothy’s voice suddenly came to a halt behind me. I couldn’t sense his presence any more, but the smell of blood penetrated my nose.
“I told you not to do it.” he remarked, pushing me towards the wall as he walked towards Timothy.
"I had to…" blood spluttered from his neck, his eyes rolling backwards as he spoke.
Alpha Ryu gazed at the body, lying before him, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Rest on."
The sight of a body without a neck sent waves of fear through me. Blood spilling continuously from the neck and a sharp sword by its side.
“Poor Timothy, he should have acted like a man and done what was supposed to be done. I’ll just add his head to my collection of personal assistants..”Ryu said, holding Timothy’s head in his arms.
I stared at Timothy’s head, which had slowly begun to disintegrate. I could tell the sword contained some quantity of wolf bane, which meant death or literal weakness.
“Alpha Ryu, that was your personal assistant. Your must-trust man, apart from your beta. How are you going to cope?”
“Let’s see. I’ll have to assign a new personal assistant to survive, but who is worthy of my trust?”.
“Definitely not me,” I blurted out unconsciously.
“I doubt that,” he gazed at me, raising my chin up with his index finger.
“What do you mean, Alpha Ryu?”
“What would you say about a promotion?”
RYU'S POV***Flash back***The cold iron bars scraped harshly and relentlessly against my wrists, biting into my skin with each slight movement, a cruel reminder of my captivity and the merciless constraints that bound me. Suddenly, Ariel’s hand brushed them aside with an unexpected gentleness that belied the sharp clang of the prison door as it slammed open behind her, the metallic echo bouncing off the damp, stone walls and shattering the suffocating silence that had enveloped me for what felt like an endless eternity. For days, weeks, perhaps even months—I had lost count—I had been trapped in this dark, cold cell, stripped bare not only of my physical freedom but of my power, my dignity gnawed away bit by bit by the bitter, cruel laughter and whispered taunts of my enemies who took perverse pleasure in my downfall.Yet, here she was—Ariel, the woman whose name had long been spoken in hushed tones throughout the shadowed corridors of power, the woman who had always coveted influen
The air was suffocating, choked with the metallic tang of blood, the acrid scent of burning debris, and the heavy tension that hung over the land like a storm refusing to break.Every breath I took felt like inhaling shards of glass, sharp with anticipation and dread. Below me, the battlefield seethed with violence, a feral dance of claws and fury, where screams of agony clashed with the guttural roars of beasts locked in combat. The Deadly Fang Pack, led by the relentless and vengeful Ariel, surged forward with primal vengeance in their eyes, meeting the brute strength of my father Harry’s faction head-on. This was no border dispute, no minor rebellion staged in the shadows—this was war in its most brutal, most soul-stripping form.It wasn’t just two packs fighting for territory. It was generations of unresolved vengeance, of silent suffering, of injustice and dominance coming to a head in one hellish, final stand. And I stood there, motionless atop the ridge, with my heart pound
The air was thick with smoke and dust, swirling around us like a suffocating shroud that clung to every inch of skin and filled every desperate breath. The ground beneath my feet was scorched and cracked, evidence of the chaos we had just survived, yet the echoes of the battle still reverberated in my ears—the shouts, the growls, the clashing of steel and savage claws. Ryu stumbled beside me, his breaths ragged, his body trembling with pain that I could see etched deep in every twitch of his muscles. The wound in his side was bleeding through the torn fabric of his shirt, dark and relentless, and though he tried to mask the agony, his pale face betrayed him. We couldn’t stop, not yet. Every step away from that cursed arena was a step toward survival, but also deeper into the unknown that awaited us.Ryu’s fingers brushed mine briefly, a silent plea, a tether in the chaos. “Samantha,” he gasped, voice rough and strained, “I can’t keep this up much longer.” His amber eyes, wild yet de
The world around me felt like it was suspended in smoke and shattered glass. My lungs burned with every breath, and my wrists, though no longer chained, still carried the ghost of iron and cruelty. The crowd that had gathered to witness my execution now stood in stunned silence, paralyzed by the chaos that Ryu’s arrival had stirred.Their faces—those eager, venomous faces—were now pale masks of disbelief. The ground beneath my feet trembled from the residual force of my power, still buzzing in the air like lightning searching for a strike.Ryu stood beside me, bloodied, eyes burning like twin eclipses, chest heaving. I reached for him, my fingers brushing against his, needing to feel something solid in a world that had just come undone."You're here," I whispered, barely able to hear myself over the deafening silence. My voice was hoarse, raw from screams I never got to release. His hand tightened around mine like he feared letting go would shatter the last remnants of his sanity. Ry
Ryu's POVThe silence of the dungeon was thick, almost choking, but it did little to muffle the chaos erupting within my chest. My breathing had become ragged, shallow from hours—or had it been days?—of being bound in enchanted silver. Every part of me ached, not just physically, but in a way that went deeper than muscle and bone. My mind, once sharp and lethal, now felt dulled by the weight of my own helplessness. And yet, despite the restraints, despite the humiliation of being bested by Harry’s trap, the fire inside me had not died. If anything, it burned hotter. I could feel it simmering beneath the surface, clawing at my insides, demanding release. I had lost count of how many times I whispered her name in the dark—Samantha. Her absence was a wound that refused to clot.Harry had made sure to torment me with illusions. Every time a guard brought food or water, they brought taunts too—lies that Samantha had been executed, that her death had been swift and painless, or worse, d
Ryu's POVThe weight of silence pressed down on me like a suffocating shroud as I stood alone in the shadowed room, my breath shallow, my heart pounding against my ribs like a frantic drum. My mind was a storm of paranoia and desperation, swirling uncontrollably.My pack was bleeding from wounds no one else saw—wounds inflicted by betrayal, weakness, and my own mistakes.I had lost too many.My assistants, once loyal, were now liabilities. I had no choice but to sever those ties, cold and ruthless, because trust was a currency I could no longer afford.I needed someone who understood me, someone who could stand strong beside me when the darkness closed in.Samantha was the only one left in my fractured world. My Luna. My hope.The decision burned in my chest with a fierce clarity. She was the key to everything—the salvation of my pack, the strength I lacked. Bringing her back wasn’t just a plan; it was a necessity carved from the depths of my desperation. I had to save her, no matte







