ログインEveryone seems happy about the victory now, cheering and celebrating like they never doubted me for a second.But I remember the way the crowd looked before the surge of power hit me.They were rooting for Zarah.I saw it in their faces. The excitement every time she landed a hit. The confidence that she would take me down in front of everyone.A bitter feeling settles in my chest at the memory. Still, none of that matters now.My position as Alpha remains untouched, and after tonight no one will dare question my authority again. But the fight opened my eyes to things I ignored for too long.The pack needs reshuffling.Some people have grown too comfortable hiding their loyalty behind fake smiles and silence.My jaw tightens as the thought settles deeper in my mind.But even that isn’t what truly bothers me.Something happened during that fight. Something unnatural. I know I didn’t win with my strength alone.Every time I try to think about the source of that sudden power, my mind dri
I try to shift into my wolf, but it feels like something is forcing me down, crushing my body against my own will. No matter how hard I fight, the power holding me back refuses to let go.Across from me, I watch Zarah’s bones crack as she begins to shift. Her body bends painfully, patches of fur spread across her skin. Zarah has always been strong. Alpha blood runs through her veins, and she shifts faster than most werewolves. Within seconds, her wolf bursts free from her body.Huge. Blonde. Deadly.Her wolf lands hard on the ground and snarls at me, teeth flashing under the moonlight.I try again to call my wolf forward. Deep inside me, I can feel him fighting against whatever power is keeping us trapped.‘It’s too strong,’ my wolf growls, shaking his head in frustration.A sharp pain tears through me as I force myself to move.“She’s already shifted,” I snapped. “How do you expect me to fight in human form?”Then suddenly, something changes.I feel a wave of strength through me so h
Zarah should not have underestimated me. She thought I was distracted. Broken. Weak.And maybe, a part of me had been.After everything that happened with Alpha Damon, after seeing Vera beside him, hearing people call her his Luna like she had always belonged there-it messed with my head more than I wanted to admit.Zarah knew I was still conflicted. Still angry. Still losing sleep over the thought of Vera being with another man.But that?That is one mistake I intend to fix once this fight is over.Because no matter how much I try to deny it, something inside me still refuses to let her go.And Zarah thought all of that made me easy to beat.The problem is, she did not expect me to fight back like this. Did not expect me to keep getting back up.Now I can see it in the way she moves. She is pushing herself harder than she planned to.Zarah is skilled. She trained for this position her whole life.But one thing about fights-Skill alone is never enough.My brother taught me that long b
UnknownAs Zarah’s punches grow more desperate, fear curls tighter inside my chest. Something feels wrong. Very wrong.Alpha Aiden has not been himself these past few days. Anyone with eyes can see it. He looks exhausted, distracted, like something heavy has been sitting on his shoulders, slowly crushing him piece by piece. That is why I still do not understand why he agreed to this fight. Why is he standing there letting himself get torn apart?My chest tightens painfully as Zarah’s claws swipe across Aiden’s ankle.A sharp gasp slips out of me. The hit throws him off balance. And suddenly he falls.The crowd erupts around us. Some gasp. Others begin whispering louder. For one horrible second, my heart nearly stops.“No…” I whisper under my breath.My fingers curl tightly against my dress.Please get up.I cannot explain why the thought of losing him feels unbearable. I just know it does. The image of him lying there broken, makes something ache so badly inside my chest that I can ba
Funny enough, I have imagined this moment before—a fight for my Alpha position, Zarah standing across from me with that look in her eyes like she has something to prove. But every single time the thought crossed my mind, I always shook it off. No way. No matter how much we argued, no matter how heated things got between us, I never truly believed she would challenge me. Yet here we are. And standing under the weight of it now, I can’t stop replaying things in my head. Things I should have paid more attention to. The way she barely hid her irritation during council meetings whenever the elders praised my decisions. How she would go strangely quiet whenever pack members congratulated me after difficult victories. The countless times she questioned my choices in front of warriors instead of waiting until we were alone. Even after I became Alpha, she trained harder than anyone else, pushing herself like she had something to prove. I used to think that was just Zarah. Strong. Stubborn.
All my life, there has been one person who looked at me like I stole something that was meant to be theirs.Like I came out of nowhere and took a place I never deserved. The funny thing is, I never even wanted the Alpha position to begin with. Out of my parents’ three children, I was the youngest, the one no one expected to lead—not when my older brother existed. He was the one everyone looked up to, the strong one, the one born for leadership. And me? I was just the brother always standing beside him. The one closest to him more than anyone else.He taught me almost everything I know. Fighting. Strategy. Leadership. How to think before acting.He never treated me like the younger brother who always needed protecting. Instead, he pulled me along, taught me things, trusted me with responsibilities most people would never hand to someone my age. He believed in me even when I did not believe in myself.And then he died.Even now, the memory hits harder than I want to admit. Some days,







