Wilson had just turned 33 when the news came that his father had been assassinated. At first, there were suspicions that he was attacked by vampyres, since he single-handedly exterminated all the vampyres from Clovis City. They have been scattered all around the neighboring cities, and Lucas had gone out of Clovis for some business when he was attacked. After the autopsy, it became clear that it was an organized wolf-pack attack due to the visible bite marks all over his body.
It wasn’t members of his own pack, else the bite mark would’ve disappeared by now, and would take only the foresight of an Alpha to see the invisible bite marks. Also, the blood of werewolf is poisonous to vampyres, so they don’t bite werewolves during a combat. They could only rip them apart with their super strength, or better still use a gun with silver-laced AV rounds to overpower werewolves. Hence, it was ruled out that vampyres attacked the deceased Alpha Lucas.
Wilson automatically became the Alpha after his father’s demise but needed to prove he was worthy, to be able to win the unflinching loyalty of the entire pack, as well as instill fear in the hearts and ultimate submission of other smaller packs within and even outside the metropolis of Clovis City. And to do this, his fir course of action must be to avenge his father’s death. He sooner realized that Blackwater and Saber-toothed, two enemy packs, had come together to be able to subdue his dad during the assassination attack.
Lucas was one very large human and even more so as a wolf; he was what one would refer to as the BBW [big bad wolf]. Only, he was perceived as a just messiah among the people of Clovis City, both humans and werewolf alike. He brought law and order to the entire Clovis City, chased almost all vampyres out, especially the ones who went on rampage killing every human that crossed their paths. Today, both humans and werewolves can coexist in peace, knowing fully well the true nature of their neighbours, and the few vampyres that remains in the city are under consistent surveillance by the werewolves.
He had fought bravely with the entire Blackwater Pack single-handedly and almost got away with his triumph. It took the reinforcement of Saber-toothed Pack to be able to trauncate and bring down the big bad wolfy Lucas Smith.
With the unwavering support of his best friend, Jason Wayde, who eventually became his Beta, Wilson was able to hunt down the duo packs and eliminate the entire threats. The ones that survived fled from the area completely. And once again Clovis City was purged of every threat and was liberated by the newly ordained Alpha Wilson Smith for all the progress of all werewolves and humans alike. This was what earned him the fame and control he now has over the city for the past two years. And as the city prospered, his affluence increased and he grew more powerful, until he’s now referred to as the King of Clovis City.
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“What’s he doing here?”
“You talkin’ to me?”
“Off course, who else should I be talkin’ to?”
“Last I checked, I wasn’t a member of your community, soooo… I guess your question is targeted at the wrong recipient.”
Demika and Selena walks slowly towards where Alpha Wilson and the others are standing, she can’t avoid them now, seeing her sister Gabrielle is also with them.
She has never seen him around where she works before. Is he stalking me. She thought within herself. Stop being delusional girl, you can see how girls are all over him, why should he stalk you? You’re not even in the same class nor status… knock it out girl. She instantly waves off the thought.
Alpha Wilson also started walking towards her and Demika, ignoring the gaggle of girls following him, while the two amorous birds of prey - Jason and Gabrielle - walk behind him wrapped around each other… her hand round his waist and his round her neck kissing her red silky hair continually, since he towers above her by multiple inches
Gabrielle is a 5’6 auburn redhead Latino beauty, while Jason is a 6’2 macho masculine blond with freckles on his face.
He keeps walking towards their direction, eyes fixed on her, not breaking his gaze. Her heart beating faster than the normal fast, as if it wants to pop out her chest. His gaze towards her makes her curious… and nervous. What does he want from me now? I thought I was a stubborn little girl the last time we met, which was a while ago tho. She quizzes, even though deep down she knows.
He has golden-green eyes that changes to red whenever he is enraged, and turns blue whenever it is full moon… a disheveled jet-black hair that sits on a 6’5 body, exhuming the bad-boy vibe which makes it almost difficult for any other girl to resist his charms. He is actually the definition of mouth-watering macho-ness for the ladies. No wonder she feels flushed whenever he’s around her.
His biceps bulge from his almost transparent white sleeves. He is just so handsome that she is reminded of the Haze that’s fast approaching as her stare lingers with intensity.
The Haze is the time of the year when every werewolf from the age of sixteen and older goes crazy with lustful sexual desires; the season when everyone old enough in the werewolf community fucks like crazy. It does happen once or twice a year. This unpredictable hunger will infect every single one in the pack. Those who didn’t have mates found temporary partners and fool around until they are contented. Consequently, there are no sixteen-year-old virgin in the entire pack, save Selena - who’s not just sixteen but eighteen, which makes her priceless and a catch for any reputable suitor.
The battlefield is alive with pandemonium—a riot of sound and fury that consumes the empyrean red day. Blood scents the air like a profane incense, mingling with the acrid tang of adrenaline and the metallic resonance of clashing steel. Above it all, the cloud-quilted sun hangs like a sinister overseer, its effulgent glow casting distorted shadows across the combatants as though mocking their mortal toil.Wilson is a maelstrom, his pugnacious spirit personified in every fluid motion of claw and fang. "This is it!" he shouts over the cacophony, his urban bravado slicing through the chaos. "You came looking for a fight, and old man, did you find one!"The wolves of Clovis surge forward, their snarls harmonizing into a primal symphony of aggression. Among them, Jason cuts through the ranks like a living weapon, his combative ferocity unmatched as he tears into William’s vampyric vanguard. "Keep it tight, people!" Jason bellows, his tone laced with urgency and grit. "We don’t let these le
The execution arena lies shrouded beneath an oppressive, tenebrous sky, the air thick with an empyrean cacophony of impending doom. The battleground, once a verdant expanse, now reeks of bloodlust and imminent death.Torrents of malevolent energy seem to converge here, twisting the atmosphere into a grotesque theater for the clash of titanic wills.Selena stands among her comrades, her hybrid senses hyper-aware of the electrifying tension seeping into the marrow of her bones. The sheer gravity of this confrontation sets her heart pounding, a tempestuous drumbeat in her chest.She scans the opposition, her eidetic memory recalling every cursed detail from Demika's prophetic vision. Yet, seeing the Dark King himself—William the Conqueror—in the flesh is something else entirely.He stands at the forefront of his legion, an effulgent figure of eldritch horror. His ornate armor glints in the dim light, etched with runes of ancient malice. Around him, his progeny—a sybaritic collection of p
Wilson moves with a quiet purpose, pouring them each a drink. The amber liquid swirls in the glasses, catching the soft light and reflecting the warmth that now lingers between them.He sets the glasses on the table before settling into the chair across from her, his gaze steady but softened. Selena, her towel wrapped tightly around her as if it could shield her from the weight of what comes next, takes her seat opposite him.The desk between them feels symbolic, a battlefield turned meeting ground. It had borne witness to the fiery collision of their desires, and now it would serve as the platform for the conversation they could no longer avoid. Wilson's eyes meet hers, the intensity of his gaze a reminder of the bond they have forged.Selena takes a slow sip of her drink, the liquid burning a trail down her throat, grounding her in the moment. She sets the glass down, her fingers tracing its rim as she gathers her thoughts.For weeks, she had run from this confrontation, her heart h
The tension in the air is almost suffocating, like the weight of storm clouds about to burst, as Selena approaches the towering gates of the Redbone Pack House. The building looms in the golden twilight, a monument of authority and history.Her steps falter for a moment, her hybrid instincts warring between flight and the undeniable pull of her bond with Alpha Wilson. She tightens her resolve. Two weeks of hiding had led to this moment, and there was no turning back.Inside, Wilson buries himself in a mountain of documents sprawled across his oak desk, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on his broad shoulders. His mind, however, is far from the affairs of the pack… a picture of barely restrained chaos. Piles of documents litter his desk—each one a distraction he has tried to sink himself in to help manage his emotional turmoil.His thoughts circle back to Selena with frustrating regularity, the woman who had invaded every fiber of his being, only to vanish without explanation.
The soft knock at the cottage door rouses Demika from the depths of her trance, her heart racing as she emerges from the haze of memories—memories not her own, yet as vivid and haunting as any she has ever known.Morning light seeps in, streaking the dim room with harsh lines that cut through the shadows, marking the end of her night of revelation. She blinks at the sunlight with a slight start, realizing, only now, that she has been suspended in the remnants of the past for hours. Selena’s voice reaches her ears, carrying both worry and curiosity."Demi… Demika," Selena says, pushing the door open and stepping inside. She stops, eyes widening as she takes in her friend, studying her with a blend of disbelief and awe. “You look... different.”A faint smirk tugs at the corner of Demika’s lips. “I am different,” she says quietly, her voice carrying an edge of something ancient, something foreign. “You have no idea.”Selena glances over her shoulder as Chloe enters, her expression one of
The witching hour wraps Clovis City in a cloak of shadows, its darkness laced with whispers of secrets and spells unspoken. Within the flickering light of her grandmother’s old cottage, Demika sits, her eyes gleaming with the fervor of a newfound obsession. Power—a current now thrumming through her veins like molten metal—spills over her senses, intoxicating, consuming. She yearns to explore its limits, to delve deeper into the legacy left in her blood, one that has made her the most formidable in her lineage. Tonight, her thirst for mastery borders on ravenous; no knowledge, no spell, no secret can escape her.But first, she indulges in a bit of mischief. Her curiosity drifts to Chloe, her love interest, and she murmurs an incantation under her breath, fingers tracing arcane symbols in the air. She plunges herself into the past, her spirit slicing through the veil of time, her consciousness landing centuries ago.She arrives to find a silver-haired, pint-sized vampire toddling unstea