Relinquishing Control

Good Alphas weren’t just raised by good parenting, they were raised by suffering, pain, and pride.

A wise man once said,” The best leader is the one that cannot be beaten.”

That man was my father, Alpha Krain Axel.

I’d turned that saying every which way as a young pup. I’d dissected it, taken every word out and replaced it with others, hoping and praying to find the meaning. To give the right answer. Then, one rainy night, it hit me.

My father hadn’t meant the beating of the body, of the physical form. He didn’t mean physical strength or even will.

“The best leader is the one that cannot be beaten, mind and soul.”

And that was the night that my training started. The day that I became the heir to the largest pack in the world, the day that destiny changed.

I spent the next decade training relentlessly, both my mind and my body. Until one night.

It was a full moon, a blood moon to be exact. We were celebrating. Everyone was happy, but happiness didn’t end wars.

The Crimson Wars.

They hadn’t touched us, hadn’t been near the west coast, but that night everything changed.

There was so much blood, so much carnage, and my parents, eyes dead, blank, silent, lifeless.

That was the night I changed. The night that fate set in. The night that I became Alpha of The Enforcers. The night that I buried my parents in the flesh and blood of their murderers.

Now, six years later, with the power of The Enforcers and the skill of the Punishers under my command, the respect of all bowed in my wake, the alpha that called herself Drew Axel, it was time I find the soul that the Goddess called mine.

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“Rank determines nothing. Not greatness, not pride, not will, not strength, not value. Fate leads you to greatness, don’t be a fool and disobey it.” That’s what my mother always said. It was a mantra I’d lived by for my whole life and clutched onto when she and my father met their end in The Battle of Melody.

I’d dedicated myself to their crafts after that. Training to rip my mind from the sadness and pain of their loss, but from an omega, nothing was ever good enough.

I’d trained, I’d suffered, I’d become the best that they had ever seen, had ever heard of, but nothing was enough.

With no place in the pack for me and the snarls and glares of my grandparents on my head, I made a decision that would change my life forever, a decision that would free me from the only system I had ever known.

Now, the earth was mine to roam. I called no pack mine and no pack called me theirs. It was just me. I was alone. I was rogue, a rogue that called themselves Arden Soulen, and fate was leading me towards my destiny.