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Alpha Diana's POV
'Alpha', Sabrina, my Beta, called, 'You have always kept your identity a secret and even the people of the pack have never seen your true face, except for me of course, so why do you want to go in search of that person?' she asked. 'The messages and mind links I have been receiving from him calls out to me', I replied, looking into space, my brows furrowed in thought. It had started two years ago. At first I had tried to ignore it. Sure, I didn't know the person sending such meaningless mind links to me, and from the tone, it was obvious, the sender expected no response, so I couldn't be bothered with it. But soon, I started looking forward to it and missing them when they didn't come. The urge to meet with the sender had overridden common sense and now, I was going in search of him. I felt it was my responsibility to help him heal. 'I shall be gone for just a couple of days', I said to Beta Sabrina. 'As soon as I make contact with him and come up with a way to help him, I shall come right back', I promised. 'A couple of days, huh?' Sabrina Fox said. 'Recall that the Pack is dependent on you!' 'Have I not left you for a longer period to manage the pack in my absence in the past?' I asked. 'Yes, but I have a premonition concerning this particular trip', Beta Sabrina voiced. 'Oh, stop making a fuss about nothing', I replied, hoping my words and smile would help dispel Sabrina's fears. 'Except for you, no one else knows my true face. So, there's no way an attack can be staged against me, if I am perceived to be a nobody, right?' Sabrina looked at me and I expected her to return my smile but she didn't but continued to look at me for a while longer. Just when I grew tired of smiling, she sighed. She must have decided to trust that I'd be able to take care of myself. And why not, hadn't I been the one fighting the other packs that waged war against the Twilight Pack, my pack and now there was relative peace and most of the Alphas who had looked down on a female Alpha now tremble in fear before me. Even the elders in my pack who had insisted that a female Alpha had nothing to offer, a masked one at that, and hence could not lead the pack had since changed their minds and now heed her every word and suggestion for the development of the pack. 'Right!' Sabrina replied, at long last in response to my question. 'But at least let me send some warriors with you', she suggested. 'Remember I am going unmasked, like any ordinary werewolf', I pointed out. 'Sending warriors with me will only be revealing my identity to them and putting them at risk', I said, as I took my short dagger and hid it in my plain dress, ready to make my way out. 'Put on this cloak, you can discard it when you are far away from the Pack', Sabrina advised and I smiled my thanks and approval. Taking the cloak, I left the castle through a secret door known only to Sabrina and me. I ran for a while and then when I got to a particular clearing, she slowed to catch my breath. I hoped that the journey was going to be a fruitful one. 'Once I meet with him and I'm able to help him, I shall return to my pack, at peace with myself', I thought aloud. Suddenly, I was surrounded. I needed no seer nor special abilities to know who those who surrounded me, were. Their attire and mannerism gave them away. I started moving backwards, 'What... who are you?' I asked, fear evident in her voice. 'Ha, ha, ha, ha', the leader of the gang laughed and the others followed suit and soon, the whole place was filled with laughter. 'She asks who we are!' the gang leader said. 'Comrades, tell her who we are!' 'We are rogues at your service!' They answered, laughing mockingly at me. 'What do you want?' I asked, still moving back. I didn't want this interfering in my mission and I didn't want to show myself just yet. If only these rogues could leave me alone. If I lead them to believe I am a helpless she - wolf, hopefully they might let me go unharrassed. 'I don't have anything of value to give to you', I said and the leader of the rogues who I believed to be their Alpha due to the authority that exuded from him, barked a laugh. 'Oh, sweetheart', he said. 'You have something of great value', he smiled lecherously. 'And what is that?' I asked, getting impatient, feigning ignorance. Wanting them gone before others joined. 'Your beauty, sweetheart' he said, looking me up and down and licking his lips in a way that nauseated me. With the speed of light, he was beside me, his hands, caressing my cheek, his smell repelling me. I swallowed. 'Your body is the bomb', he continued. 'and I don't mind taking you back with me to my pack, as my toy' he said. 'If you perform well, I shall reward you by upgrading your status to the position of Luna - my Luna!' he sneered. 'What do you say?' 'No!' I answered simply, knowing there was no escaping it. I would have to fight my way out of this one. 'How dare you refuse our Alpha, ' a young female rogue said, giving me a slap. 'It is a privilege that Alpha Dick fancies you and wishes to make you, his play thing'. That was it! I thought, wanting to return the slap but before I could, the rogue Alpha himself, gave the wolf three slaps in quick succession on both cheeks. 'Who asked you to interfere or touch someone who is going to be my woman?' he howled. 'I'm sorry, Alpha' the rogue replied, her palms on her red cheeks. 'It was presumptuous of me!' 'Yes, it was', Alpha Dick replied. 'Now, where were we?' he asked with a leering smile at me that made me want to slap it out of his face. I looked at him in disgust and shook my head. 'You were going to make me leave without further obstruction', I replied and the rogue Alpha laughed maliciously. 'You are spirited', he said. 'I like that in my women. And since you want it rough, I shall oblige you. But if you come with me like an obedient little pup, I shall treat you well! The choice is yours!' 'If you allow me go about my business without further interference and hindrance, I might forget that this happened and spare your lives', I told him in a deceitfully quiet voice. 'but if not, you give me no choice but to do leal with the lot of you !' I threatened and the look of shock and fear that appeared on all their faces was priceless!.Years passed, yet the memory of that night—the ridge bathed in lightning, fire, and blood—never left the pack.But scars became stories, and stories became legends. And from legends, a new era was born.The Blackpine and Twilight lands were one now, their borders erased not by war but by unity. The Alpha holds had been rebuilt into a single great citadel of stone and glass, rising above the forest like a crown. Banners of gold and silver fluttered in the wind: fire for Arden and Selene, storm for Lyra and Eric, the wolf emblem at the center binding them all.Children’s laughter filled the clearing outside the citadel. Pups—gold-eyed, storm-touched, phantom-shrouded—raced along the terrace, their energy carrying the legacy of their parents. Arden stood at the balcony, his broad frame silhouetted by the sun, watching as his daughter tackled Eric’s young son into the grass.“Aria is just like you,” Eric chuckled, stepping beside him. His hair had silvered slightly at the temples, but his
The ridge was still scented with wildflowers and smoke from the wedding fires when the first scream split the night.Arden’s head snapped up from where he and Selene had been speaking with the elders. His wolf surged, claws pricking beneath his skin. Lyra, on the opposite side of the clearing, went rigid, her hand gripping Eric’s arm like iron.The joyous hum of pack celebration fractured into chaos. Shadows crept at the edges of the torches, stretching unnaturally long, swallowing the light.“He’s here,” Selene whispered, her voice raw with dread. “Alaric.”The ridge erupted. From the tree line, wolves cloaked in blood sigils burst forth—Alaric’s cult, bodies marked with black runes, eyes glazed with crimson rage. Their howls were distorted, broken, as if their very souls had been warped.At their head strode Alaric himself, gaunt and wild-eyed, his body streaked with crimson paint. He carried no weapon, only the pulsing mark on his chest: a curse that writhed like living flame.“Chi
The entire forest seemed to glow that morning. Gold and silver banners rippled in the breeze, each stitched with the intertwined sigils of Blackpine, Twilight, and Phantom—once rival houses, now bound together. Wolves padded through the clearings dressed in ceremonial garb, their fur brushed with streaks of ochre and ash, symbols of loyalty and rebirth.The clearing at the base of the Ridge had been transformed into a sanctum. Arches of pine boughs lined the path, woven with wildflowers and touched by streaks of firelight from enchanted lanterns. A dais stood at the center, carved from the very rock of the ridge, layered with symbols of the Alpha line.It was here, before pack, family, and moon, that two heirs would seal not only their mates but their legacies.Lyra stood inside the Alpha hold, her reflection framed in a mirror edged with wolfsteel. The dress Daisy had sewn for her shimmered with threads of storm-grey and gold, hugging her body like a second skin before flowing into a
The world was quieter than it had been in months. No clash of steel. No desperate cries in the dark. Only the soft hum of bonds that had finally, irrevocably, been sealed.Arden sat on the stone steps outside the Alpha hold, bare chest glistening with sweat, Selene wrapped in a blanket against him. Her dark hair spilled across his shoulder, her breath steady, her body still trembling from the night they had shared. His wolf purred, satisfied in a way it had never been before. For years, he’d been restless, searching for something unnamed. Now, with Selene’s bond woven into him, the fire inside burned steady instead of wild.“You keep staring at me like I’ll disappear,” Selene murmured, her voice muffled against his skin.Arden’s jaw tightened. He pulled her closer, his hand splayed across her spine. “Because part of me still believes you might. That you’ll wake, remember what you ran from, and vanish before I can stop you.”Selene lifted her head, her eyes steady. “I didn’t run becaus
The war room had long since emptied, its maps scattered across the oak table, candles burned low into pools of wax. Lyra lingered, her fingers brushing the jagged edges of parchment, her mind heavy with strategy, loss, and the storm of doubt the council had seeded in her earlier. She carried herself like a Luna already, but inside she was still the girl who wondered if she’d ever be enough.The door creaked open, soft but deliberate. Eric stepped inside, his presence filling the space without needing words. He didn’t wear the Phantom Pack’s signature cloak tonight—just a simple black shirt clinging to broad shoulders, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His grey eyes watched her in silence, patient as ever, the ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips.“You should rest,” he said finally, voice low, roughened by restraint. “The war won’t end tonight. Neither will your doubts.”Lyra’s lips curved faintly, though her chest ached. “You sound like my father.”Eric tilted his head. “I’m not y
The storm had broken outside, rattling the windows of Blackpine’s old guest wing. Lightning painted the ceiling silver, thunder echoing like a heartbeat too close to the chest. Inside, Arden stood by the window, every muscle rigid, as though keeping himself upright was the only thing anchoring him. His wolf prowled under his skin, restless, demanding what his mind still tried to deny.Behind him, Selene leaned against the doorframe, her dark hair a wet tumble down her shoulders from the rain. She hadn’t asked permission to enter his room—mates didn’t need to. Still, the air between them vibrated with tension, as sharp as the crack of thunder.“You’ve avoided me for two days,” she said, voice low but steady. “You look at me like I’m the danger, Arden. Like I’m another shadow sent to break you.”Arden didn’t turn. His fists flexed at his sides, claws threatening to burst free. “Because you are.” His voice was gravel, roughened by restraint. “Every instinct I have tells me to claim you.







