The Alpha king and the Hunt

Aria Blackwood....

The morning of my nineteenth birthday didn’t start with flowers or music. It started with mud, dirty smelling, sticky mud ewwwwwww.

I groaned as I dragged another bucket of water from the well behind the training grounds. My arms ached from the weight of the bucket.

My shoulders were screaming in protest, but I gritted my teeth and kept going. When I finally dumped it into the wooden trough, icy water splashed up, soaking my boots.

"fuckkkk!!" I half yelled

I hate my life

This wasn’t glamorous work, but someone had to do it and more often than not, that someone was me.

I was meant to be training by now with all the other pack members, but here I was caked in mud, on my birthday.

Around me, the pack’s warriors trained hard, their grunts and laughter filling the air, their wooden swords clashed against each other, and the training ground smelled like sweat.

A few of the warriors glanced in my direction, smirks curling on their lips.

“Beta’s daughter, huh?” one of them whispered, loud enough for me to hear. “More like the pack maid.”

The others chuckled, laughing loudly like huge assholes that they are. Heat pricked my cheeks, but I didn’t look up. I’d heard it all before.

Yes, I was Jonathan Blackwood’s daughter, the Beta of the Stormfang Pack. But that didn’t mean I was treated like royalty, if anything, it seemed to mean I was expected to work twice as hard and prove myself just to earn a scrap of respect.

I wasn’t the strongest wolf. I wasn’t the prettiest. I wasn’t the kind of girl who turned heads. I was just… Aria.

my wolf was very small and white, small meant weak, white meant weak, I had to work hard to prove myself everytime in the pack even if my dad was pretty important.

Selene, my wolf, stirred inside me, her voice firm. “Ignore them, they only mock what they cannot control or understand."

A small smile tugged at my lips. Selene always believed in me, even when no one else did, even when i didn't believe in myself

Still, the sting lingered. I carried the empty bucket back toward the well, trying to shake off their mocking stares.

“Still fetching water, Aria?”

I froze, that voice.

When I turned around , Serena Hale was standing a few feet away, her arms crossed and a smug smile playing on her perfect lips. Her blonde ponytail swished as she tilted her head to stare at me.

Serena was tall, curvy, and confident, the kind of she-wolf who commanded attention the second she walked into a room, her wolf was big for a female and grey, signifying power.

And she knew it.

“Don’t you ever get tired of acting like the pack’s servant?” she asked sweetly, her tone dripping with mockery.

I tightened my grip on the bucket. “Someone has to do it unless you’d rather train in your own stink.”

Her smile faltered, her blue eyes narrowing. A couple of nearby warriors snickered at my comeback.

Serena’s gaze hardened and she stepped closer, lowering her voice so only I could hear. “Careful, Beta’s girl, you may think being Jonathan’s daughter gives you a shield, but trust me nobody will save you if you push too far.”

Then, without warning, she kicked the bucket, sending water splashing on my skirt, cold water seeped into the fabric, clinging to my legs.

Laughter rippled around us and Selene growled inside me. “Don’t take that.”

My own anger boiled over. “At least I don’t need to throw myself at all the warriors just to get noticed,” I snapped.

Gasps erupted and Serena’s eyes widened in fury.

Before I could brace myself, she lunged at me, her fingers digging into my arm, pain flared in my poor arm, I cried out and stumbled and hit the ground hard.

The training field went silent and then cackled with laughter, my cheeks were flaming red and Serena smirked at me

“Alpha Damien won’t tolerate weakness, just wait, Aria you’ll be leaving this pack very soon to join the rogues" she said.

Her words chilled me to the bone, but I refused to show any fear. I turned away with my jaw clenched, and picked up the bucket again. My hands trembled slightly, though I prayed no one noticed.

"Today is your nineteenth birthday maybe you'll find a mate who is as weak as you" she said

I rolled my eyes, Serena was 20 without a mate yet she was here throwing shades at me

I laughed a little inside, she sneered at me and walked away. By the time I trudged home, the sun was going down, and my clothes were sticking to my skin.

Our pack’s territory stretched wide in an endless forests with clear rivers, and the grand pack house that loomed tall in the center like a fortress.

Our own home was smaller, tucked closer to the riverbank, it was cozy but humble for a Beta family.

When I got inside, the scent of herbs and stew tickled my nostrils. My mother, Clara, moved gracefully around the kitchen, her auburn hair tied back, her green eyes soft when they landed on me.

“You’re late,” she said, dishing the stew into bowls. “Training ran long?”

I hesitated. “Something like that.”

She looked at me with a knowing look, but she didn’t press, she never did, my mother always sensed when Serena had tried to bully me again.

“Sit and Eat,” she said gently.

I obeyed, even though I wasn't hungry. My mind had drifted to my birthday celebration tonight at the pack house.

It was the night everything was supposed to change, the night I would feel the bond of my mate.

Selene purred in my mind. “He’s out there waiting for us.”

A nervous laugh bubbled in my throat. Who would it be? A warrior? Someone kind? Someone who would finally make me feel like I belonged?

Or worse… someone who would look at me the way Serena did, with disdain and disgust.

The thought sent a shiver through me and I shoved it away, putting a spoon of stew into my mouth, even though it tasted like ash.

Later, when the dishes were done and the house was quiet, I slipped away to the riverbank. The water glimmered under the fading light, fireflies dancing along the edges.

This was my safe place, the only place where I could breathe without feeling the stares of my packmates regarding me with disdain because I was just an omega according to them.

I sat on the smooth rocks, letting the cool river wash over my toes. The moon was just beginning to rise, pale silver against the blue sky.

I clasped my hands and whispered, “Please, Moon Goddess don’t let me be alone anymore, please give me someone who will see me.”

Selene’s voice was soft and certain. “You won’t be alone, Aria trust me, our fate is waiting.”

I hugged my knees to my chest, my heart full of hope and fear.

I didn’t know then how cruel fate could be, I didn’t know that the mate I prayed for was already set in motion, waiting to tear my world apart before it even began.

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