Reclaiming my Fated Alpha

LAUREL’s POV As a child, most of the girls in my pack loved to play dress-ups and Lunas. But I did not. While my friends busied themselves with lipsticks and eyeshadows, I was busy decorating my face with war paints and playing witches and wolves instead. I wanted to be a warrior, I wanted to be a heroine, I wanted to be acknowledged. But most of all, I wanted to be loved. You see, my parents had always loved my sister more than me. It did not matter how hard I tried or how much I achieved; I was always my family’s second choice. But all this might just change today. Today, after years of fighting for my dream, I will officially become the Beta of Morningstar Pack. “Laurel Moon, come forward and pledge your allegiance to your Alpha,” the master of ceremony calls out from the grandstand and all eyes fall on me. The sun sinks beneath the horizon and the late evening breeze blows across Morningstar Square as I stand among the best warriors of the pack under the open sky. I inhale

LAUREL’s POV “Yes, Alpha.” I head over to the next room and stand like a soldier at ease next to a massive throne of gold. Moments later, a fully clothes Helios walks in and takes his place on the throne. He throws me a knowing glance and nods his head slightly. Taking his cue, I call out to the guards, “Send Nox in!” Helios’ jaws clench when the doors open. He does not like his uncle, not one bit. The man may be of the same bloodline as Helios but he is a double-headed snake and a poisonous one at that. “Ahhh….my dear nephew!” Nox walks in flamboyantly with outstretched arms. The lights from the corridor momentarily shine on his clean-shaven bald head before the doors close. But Nox is not alone, for on both his sides are two gorgeous platinum blondes with violet eyes; twins, both in identical scantily clad dresses that do nothing to hide the shape of their breasts and silky-smooth legs that seem to go on forever. “Look at what I brought for you, Helios!” Nox says, stopping rig

LAUREL’s POV Tears stream down my face as I run through the woods, ignoring the dry branches and twigs that scrape my feet. In my haste to leave the house earlier on, I had forgotten to put on my shoes. But it doesn’t matter. The pain from the scrapes is nothing compared to the agony my heart feels inside. Growing up, I kept telling myself that my parents loved me, that they were just stricter with me because I am the oldest, and that they wanted only the best for me. But who am I kidding? No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. Never. So, I studied harder, trained harder, and worked harder than everyone else, hoping that one day, my parents smile at me and say, “We’re proud of you, Laurel.” And when today finally came, I thought that I would gain their favour, that they would finally acknowledge their daughter. But they never did. Even the blind can see that they do not love me. Soon I reach the lakeside, deep in the woods and fall to my knees. T

HELIOS’ POV I grab a tiny glass vial and hang it around my neck via a string. It is a special ointment made by our pack doctor used to accelerate the healing of wounds. I could use this as an excuse to see Laurel. Her residence is on the other side of town and it will take at least an hour by foot. So I shift; my bones snap and break as my body starts to change and mend while my muscles tear and reform to my wolf structure. It fucking hurts every time I shift but it has happened so many times that I’ve gotten used to it. My skin burns and stretches to take on my wolf shape before dark black fur finally covers my body. The shift is complete and Apollo is now free. He lets out a howl that echoes into the night and we immediately tear through the woods, running as fast as the wind can carry out feet. My lungs burn and I gasp for air. This is usually never the case. On a normal day, I can run rings around my land without even breaking a sweat. But tonight, as the full moon rides high i

LAUREL’s POV It is the second day of my entrapment. I probably wouldn’t have been able to tell that a new day has begun if it weren’t for the tiny rectangular window that sits at the top of the wall. Father had barred it with wooden planks painted in neon pink years ago to stop the rodents from scurrying in and out but years of neglect have left the planks rotting with no replacement in sight. Streams of warm morning sunlight shine through the dilapidated window and specs of dust dance in the light, swaying ever so gently without so much as a care for this world. And as the dust dance in the air, I lay on the cold damp floor, still chained to the chair. I inhale deeply. if only life was that simple and carefree. My head is throbbing, my arms are burning and my back is cramping. But I continue doing what I have been doing all night long. I continue to rub the chains that bind me against the chair, hoping against all odds to break free. I try not to think about why all this happened