The werewolf kingdom was at war with itself and at the point of extinction. Two Alphas from different worlds who met under strange circumstances unknown to them were fulfilling an ancient and long forgotten prophecy that foretold about a child who is destined to save their kind from total extinction, A Pure Alpha. Isabella Leclair, a formidable warrior of her clan, whom tradition wouldn't allow to succeed her father met Tristan Wolfe, a rogue Alpha, during the Blood Moon and the union set in motion an ancient power that neither of them had any idea how to handle, and as their enemies close in and betrayal lurks around in every corner, Isabella and Tristan together must navigate the dangers of their fate and guide the True Alpha to unite the fractured packs.
Lihat lebih banyakIsabella, the daughter of Alpha Leclair was on the training field. She moved with great precision and skill, very quick and she didn't look or feel tired even though it was an intense fight. Her packmates on the training ground, watching her every move with great admiration. Most of them envied her and wished they could fight like her. Her opponent attacked, he was a big warrior with broad chest, battle-hardened warrior, with years of experience but Isabella outsmarted him effortlessly, she moved on her feet and her braided hair flung out like a whip behind her. She dodged his every move very well and hit him on his ribs with her elbow causing the warrior to cry out with pain, but Isabella didn’t give him time to recover. She turned around quickly, sweeping his legs from under him, making him fall on the ground and before he could gather himself she was on top of him, her dagger on his throat. The crowd of people who had stopped their own training to watch her clapped.
“She’s incredible.” they murmured “She fights like an Alpha.” Isabella ignored the words as their approval meant little when the one voice that mattered the most to her remained silent. Immediately she raised her head, her eyes searching for him in the crowd and she saw him standing tall and looking so composed and intimidating. Alpha Leclair crossed his arms with a stiff posture. His face was unreadable as he watched her. Isabella put her dagger back and extended her hand to her opponent who paused before taking it as his pride was obviously wounded. Isabella turned around and looked at her father and immediately she saw it in his eyes. Nothing, no approval, no acknowledgment, just plain disapproval, sharp and suffocating. As soon as her father began to walk towards her, the crowd became silent as he was a man greatly feared and respected among his warriors and pack. “You fight well,” he said, in a voice that lacked admiration. Isabella straightened. “Thank you, Alpha.” His gaze narrowed slightly at her formal response. “But just fighting well isn't what makes one a great leader he continued and Isabella felt like his words were a knife cutting through her. “A wolf can be strong, but that alone won't make you an Alpha.” Isabella, though feeling frustrated as usual, forced her expression to remain neutral. “I understand,” she said, though the words tasted bitter. Her father nodded and without another word turned and walked away. Isabella was angry, not enough, never enough. The murmurs picked up again, softer this time, cautious. She could hear the whispers. Some of them pitied her. Others were smug, as if relieved that the Alpha’s daughter would never rise above her place. She tried to calm herself down as this wasn't the time but each time she heard these words from her father, it hurt more deeply. Isabella walked into her father's study refreshed after the days training. The candlelight lighting up the Alpha’s study, Isabella stood before her father’s large table, desk, her arms crossed in front of her as if ready for some battle. The fire in the hearth crackled, filling the silence between them. Alpha Leclair leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as he regarded her. “You’ve trained hard,” he said finally. She exhaled. “Yes”, she replied. “But you still refuse to accept your place.” he continued, her grip tightened behind her. “I don’t see why my place can’t be more than just a warrior.” “Isabella” his expression remained unreadable, but the glint in his eyes sharpened. “Because tradition dictates otherwise.” “Tradition my foot,” she said with bitterness. “Maybe if I were to be a son, we wouldn't even be discussing this, right?” “Well you aren't” her father responded without even looking at her. She continued in defiance. “It doesn't mean I can’t be an Alpha.” Her father, tired of having this conversation with her, looked up and said to her “You are strong, Isabella, and you fight well but that isn't the same thing as leading a pack.” “To be an Alpha you must be more than a good fighter, you must command the respect and loyalty of your pack.” “But the pack respects me father” she responded stubbornly “They don't respect you Isabella, they admire you and there's a great difference.” She looked at her father, she wanted to say more but she realized as always that nothing she said now or even in the future will make any difference as his mind has been made up. She sighed, resigning herself to the bitterness she was feeling within her. Her father’s look softened for just a moment. “You are meant for battle, Isabella. Not for ruling,” he said with finality. She should have been used to it by now, her fathers rejection. The way he stripped away her rights with such finality. Isabella couldn't forgive her father in that instant for making her feel less of herself and with that she turned and walked out but just before she got to the door, she heard her father warn “The Blood Moon is tonight.” She paused “There are rumors,” he continued. “Of things not natural lurking in the woods. Be careful.” “I'll be,” she responded without looking back and walked out. She walked out into the cool evening air as she needed something to calm down her burning nerves. The woods whispered to her and she tried to relax as it embraced her. Immediately her wolf senses became alert as she saw claw marks on the ground but these claws were strange and she could smell blood and she instinctively knew that something not natural had passed through the woods. She knows that her father had sent out some of the warriors to investigate the rumors but they probably hadn't been looking for the right details. From what she was seeing, something that wasn't one of their own had bled in these woods and she made a mental note to inform her father about it. Just then she picked up another scent, it seemed to have been carried to her by the winds. It was gradually getting closer and stronger. Isabella prepared herself immediately to strike if the need arose. Her muscles began to twitch and she was ready to shift at any instant. She noticed the branches of the trees moving as if something huge was moving through them. She reached for the dagger strapped to her thigh and just then she saw him, a wolf obviously not from her pack. He moved like a commander his eyes like silver shining under the moon. His eyes fixed on her and they stared at each other as if in a kind of silent challenge. There was something else between them and Isabella could feel it. Suddenly he spoke with a smirk on his face. “Are you lost, little wolf? Isabella on hearing his voice froze as she felt something, not fear but something far more dangerous. It felt like a pull of fate wrapping its tight chains around her.There was an unnatural stillness as Lyon stepped outside into the night. It was something he hadn't seen before. Not even the sound of insects chirping could be heard or the whispers of the wind in a normal evening night could be felt. Everywhere was too quiet and it told Lyon only one thing. That something dark was lurking in the darkness.The earth he stood on was vibrating and Lyon could feel it like the earth's heart was beating. And he was feeling it because he had become one with the land.From the time of his birth, Lyon had never been one of big dreams as his path had been chosen by fate. All he had wanted to do was to protect the kingdom, live peacefully in a land that flourished and have beautiful pups with his love Elora. As he thought about her, his wolf stirred within him and Lyon wondered if that was a sign that things could still be as it was between them.Now, every dream that he had, seemed to have been cut short the moment he had made the choice to protect the kingd
The moon shone bright in the sky that evening. Lighting every part of the kingdom. They had fought terrible battles and they were all confident that it was over. They had battled against all and survived.They had gotten victory even though it hadn't come without a cost. Every force of darkness had been defeated and the curse that had plagued Lyon's bloodline for centuries had been finally broken. And now the werewolf kingdom had a chance at a peaceful future.The wolves of the kingdom gathered in the hall and began to celebrate. Music blaring from every corner of the kingdom. They danced and laughed as they knew they could finally breathe now. Even the air smelled of victory. They were safe now. At least that's what they told themselves.But Lyon wasn't in a celebration mood at all as his mind was elsewhere. There was a dreadful feeling in his heart. He was most definitely in another world with his thoughts.He had given his all to the kingdom. Even his soul. He was a part of the kin
The moon Goddess visit didn't make it any easier for Lyon, instead, it made Lyons' burden heavier. He couldn't sleep all through the night. As he stood pacing to and fro in his room, the feeling of something to come was still there. Only this time, it had to do with the choice he had to make. A choice that would shape the future of the kingdom. And that was the real test he was to battle this time.Lyon began to think back in time. How his life had been up till now. How he had led the people to unity as the Pure Alpha with the help of his father and mother and their trusted allies. “Lyon,” he heard Elora’s voice. Lyon could sense that she was worried. “You don't look like you've slept much, Lyon,” she said. “Is something wrong?”He didn't answer her immediately, he just looked on into the horizon. He couldn't take his mind off the thoughts about the kingdom and the sacrifice he needed to make. Was it going to be enough? Would it end the battles with the dark forces?. Lyon wanted answ
ReturnThe battle, though fierce, was finally over. Lyon, Elora, Seraphina, Kael and the warriors returned to the pack. They had not needed to shift at all for this battle. Isabella quickly ran out as she saw them. It hadn't been easy for her, just waiting for them and not doing anything about the battle.“I'm glad you guys are back in one piece,” she said, as she stepped out to meet them.She began barking orders at the maids to prepare water for them to wash and food to eat.All through the evening, everyone noticed that Lyon and Elora only had eyes for each other.“I think we should give them space,” Isabella said to Seraphina. And they both quietly left and headed to their own rooms.“Where's everyone?” Elora asked as she suddenly realized they were alone. “Maybe it's for the best,” Lyon said with a smirk on his face. He placed his hand on her back. His touch sends shivers down Elora's skin. Not from cold but from the warmth of the love that was so evident in his eyes.“You are m
The figure suddenly disappeared just the way it had appeared. Lyon was short of words as he didn't use what the figure had meant when it said “the power was his to wield.” Lyon suddenly became cold as he didn't realize he'd come this far. The pull he felt was so strong.Meanwhile, Elora had been to his room and found out he wasn't there. She began to be worried.“Have you seen Lyon? Elora asked Isabella, as she walked by the corridor.“No, I haven't,” Isabella replied. “I was actually on my way to his room. Isn't he in his room?”“I'm just coming from his room and he isn't there. We were together a few minutes ago and he said he needed some time to himself so I left,” Elora said. “where could he have gone to?”“I think we should assemble the guards to go look for him,” Elora said. But before Isabella could respond, they saw Lyon walking towards them.“Where the hell have you been? We've been looking all over the palace for you,” Isabella said.Lyon didn't respond immediately. He just
The bond that Lyon now felt with the kingdom, made his heart heavy as he was only out to fight off the curse but now, he had ended up with something much more heavier.The responsibilities that came with being the Pure Alpha, felt too much for him to carry. All his life he had been battling to save the kingdom. He hadn't had one moment to spare himself and yet the people he leads, at the slightest instance, are more than ready to go against him.All these were the thoughts running through Lyons mind as he stood on the balcony of his room, staring at all of the kingdom.Even the air felt heavy this early morning as he let it wash over his troubled heart. Now his responsibilities for the kingdom have gone way beyond just being their leader. And now, he wasn't just their leader, he was both their protector and eternal guardian.Just then, he heard Elora's voice. “Lyon, you have been in a very foul mood for days now,” Elora said.She always knew when something was on his mind.“You are aw
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