There are creatures lurking in the shadows waiting to struck fear to their preys, one of the elusive ones is the King of the shifters, Ruler of the Werewolf Realm, Alpha of the Alphas. Alpha Alexander, a man who bends for nothing and no one ...... That is until he met his mate. A woman destined to bring him to his knees. YOU CANNOT FIGHT AGAINST DESTINY. Humans have always been so oblivious to the world that they live in. They think that they are at the top of the food chain well infact they are and will always be our preys. 2 decades ago when creatures of the night emerged from the shadows and showed themselves out in a public eye. What human believed as myths were actually living with them all along. The reality is way harsher than it seems. ****** I could feel his lips against my neck as he trailed kisses, possibly leaving marks on his path. My hands were pinned by his left hand above my head while his other hand is busy roaming my body. His body was flushed against mine as my back is firmly planted against the wall. I could feel his arousal pressed against mine. His kisses were like a drug, I could feel my body responding to him. Just as I was about to let out a breathy moan I was shaken out of my reverie. Knowing that I am letting my enemy violate me was enough to make my blood boil. "Let me go! I swear to the moon goddess if I break free from your grip, I will chop off your balls and feed them to the oooomp-" I was cut off mid sentence when his lips crashed down to mine. ******View More
Clashing of claws and baring of fangs can be seen happening in every part of the pack house. Hours have passed, The war between the rogues has finally reached its end and the sun starts to shine in the horizon once again. Sunrise, a symbol of new beginning. But, unfortunately there are still no signs of my mate. A saw a member of the pack walking near me. "Can you show me where the sacred grounds were, I just want to pay respect to the fallen warriors."Fear suddenly envelops him as he sensed my wolf.He shrank back a little l, but nonetheless showed me the way. The path was surprisingly clear and we'll maintained, as we walk deeper into a the dense part of the forest, the amount of trees were declining, until we reached a clearing. Mourning families were crying over their cloth covered loved ones. The pack members who did not made it were all gathered here on the pack's sacred grounds, each pack has a sacred burial ritual done by the oldest member of the pack. "I'll take my lea
There was a long pause and a minute of silence between me and my mother. Her yellow eyes were glinting with anger and ferociousness as she stared at me cautiously. I approached her slowly to try and hug her but she thought that I was about to inflict harm on her so her instincts were doing the flight or fight response, and she chose the latter since she decided attack me. She lunge at me with her blaring fangs and she was stopped mid air. Fortunately she was held back by the shackles and the long chain attached to her ankles, She just looked at me with her eyes burning in rage and her chest was huffing up and down as she breath in and out deeply, her claws are now slowly appearing.
Alpha Alexander's POV(Same time as the ceremony) I opened my eyes and noticed that the room was dark. I must have slept throughout the afternoon. The room is only illuminated by the moon peeking from my curtains, giving my plain and boring bedroom a nice moonlight glow. I was about to go out today and witness a Luna Ceremony but I have more important things to do. Running a Werewolf Kingdom has never been an easy task. I have no time to waste and every second counts. And consider the fact that I ascended on the throne at such a young age with no parents to ever guide me. Everyday has never been the same. New problems would arise day after the other and the constant nagging of the committee for me to find my mate is getting on my nerves. And as their king I must put the kingdom first even if it means sacrificing myself. The kingdom needs an heir to keep the royal bloodline alive. With the consta
From a far of distance I can see the outline of the orphanage. I can also hear the sound of the children's cries. My heart wretched as I hear them, they have already suffered a painful lose and now this? Another very traumatic event. We were almost there when two rogues jumped infront of us. All of us stopped on our tracks. Their yellow eyes shines in mischief under the moonlight. Their teeth were blaring at us and they smell strongly like a rotting flesh. Daston and John shifted right before our very eyes and charged at the Rogues. We all took that as an opportunity to run and get to the orphanage. When we got there some of the kids were screaming and crying outside. Their instincts must have made them realize that something is wrong. When we got there, the pups immediately hugged us. Their tear stained faces were very heart breaking to look at. "Lia, do some head count. It should be 38." Kamille and I went
The pups and the non warriors were ushered to the hidden shelters/bunkers. Each pack has to built them in case of emergency cases like this. It is better to be safe than sorry. Because of our huge numbers and the vast territory, our pack has built multiple hidden bunkers. There is one on each side of the territory. Northern bunker, Southern bunker, Eastern bunker and the Western bunker. Ever since the attack that has happened 2 decades ago, the records of any rogue attacks that has been happening were very frequent. Even other packs were alarmed by the growing attacks of rogues in our territory. Up until now we don't have any idea why they are attacking. I went down on the stage
"All leaders? And yet the leader of the leaders did not even bother to show up." "He must be busy with paperworks." I rolled my eyes and clicked my tongue distastefully. Sure pops, defend him. Busy my *ss! Maybe he is indeed busy. Busy frolicking with wh*rish wolves. I seriously pity his mate though. We were only given one chance mate. One the rejection takes place it is like you are killing yourself. Our mates is our other half, without them ourself will lose all sense of direction. Other will die or will turn Rogue because of the heartbreak. The future Queen will have a really massive headache. IT is such a shame. While we were walking along the hallways I started to imagine torturous things that could inflict a great degree of pain on unfaitful wolves like him. Like maybe tying him upside down. Chopping his thingy off. Put him on an electric chair and electrecute him until he learns his lesson. I was th
My hands were trembling and my mind is in turmoil as I tried to remember the words that I will need to say later. What if I mispronounced something? Or worst, what if I forgot the words? I'm now groaning loudly in my head for thinking the worst case scenarios which as a result has made my nerves crazier than ever. A leader that will lead atleast 3,000 werewolves can't even memorize a few words. I have been pacing back and forth across my room ever since Kamille left. My nervousness is something that I have trouble controlling. I was in the middle of imprinting the words on my mind when I heard a knock on my newly fixed door breaking me into my pacing. Right after Kams left she made sure to contact one of the pack members to fix my door. Which I'm very thankful for even though it is her entire fault in the first place. Every step that I take towards the door makes my heart beats faster than normal and
Stepping out of the dressing room, I came face to face with Kamille, she was smilling brightly and her eyes were shimmering in delight, waiting for me to walk out of the changing room and show her the dress. But as she finally laid her eyes on me, her smiling lips turned into a thin line in just a split of a nano second. Her eyes are now narrowed to slits. And I being the childish me, just stuck my tongue out for her. With the dress in my hand I went straight to the cashier to pay for it. After paying for my item, I emerged from the shop with a huge grin on my face, like I just won a freaking lottery. Call it an exaggeration or something but that is the truth. You have no idea how torturous it is for the three of us to accompany Kamille for finding THE PERFECT WHITE DRESS. John and Daston greeted me with an equal amount of joy. The three of us shared a look and when understanding dawned. John immediately take of
"Too glittery. What are you? A unicorn sh*t? Go put on something else please. Next!" "Too poofy. You look like a freaking girl from candy lala land. Next!" "Too Tissue-y. That's so not you. It looks like a used paper towel and then reused again and was pasted on the dress, like eww. Boo take it off! Next!" "Too cringey. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! Go fudging change please" "Too white. Can you please close your eyes". And like a stupid person I am, I did listen to her and closed my eyes. "There! You look like your a freaking corpse in a coffin, Thank you, Next." Those were some of her exact words 3 hours ago and 17 shops ago. Now, we are exiting the 18th shop and we still don't have the dress. It's just a dress, it's no big deal. We can just grab one and be done with it. But NO! Her, being the typical fashion diva/ bestfriend / my pain in the *ss needs to f
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