ALPHA LUCIAN
"Is that so?" the old man muttered as he rubbed his stiff wrist, his voice low and laced with resentment. "She’s just as infuriating as she was ten years ago!"
Without warning, he slammed his palm onto the table. A sharp crack echoed through the room as a thin sheet of ice fanned across the surface, swallowing everything in its path — even my whiskey.
I exhaled sharply, suppressing the urge to react.
"Relax, Dad," I said through gritted teeth. "You’re not fit to be getting this angry anymore."
"Not fit?" he bellowed, his voice booming off the stone walls. "How do you expect me to be composed? That girl— is she even my daughter anymore?"
"Father!" I snapped, but he wasn’t done.
"I should have asked Janet before it got her," he cried, anguish cracking through his voice. "First, she screws up the deal, destroys fifty years of planning against Moonhart—now she’s married to him after everything went to hell!"
I stared at him, feeling the sting of his words but refusing to waver.
"Isn’t it perfect?" I smiled thinly. "Even though our plans were shattered a decade ago, she's exactly where we need her. Closer to him. We can control him through her before he awakens fully. You saw what he’s capable of, we need that power for ourselves."
The old man chuckled darkly, a hollow sound that barely touched his hollowed eyes.
"We don’t need her," he growled. "She abandoned us. Syra is no longer a part of this family. Even if she crawls back on her knees, I’ll never accept her!"
"Come on, Father!" I roared, slamming my fist into the table, sending tiny shards of ice flying. "Stop being so damn stubborn! Whether you like it or not, if you want to save Mom, we need Adrian. We failed ten years ago when Syra ran away, but now she’s in the lion’s den — right where fate intended her to be! Three months, Father. Three months and Adrian will mark her, complete the final bond. His full power will awaken, and if we don’t move before he masters it — we lose Mother forever!"
My voice cracked. I inhaled sharply, trying to cage the surge of desperation flooding through me.
"Dad," I pleaded, "please."
He grabbed his whiskey glass with trembling fingers, downed the amber liquid in one burning gulp, then snatched up his cane.
"Do whatever the hell you want, boy," he rasped bitterly. "I stepped down as Pack Leader. I'm just an old ghost now. You make the decisions."
He turned his back on me and strode away, his steps slow and heavy as he ascended the stairs.
"I need her moonbound!" I called after him, my voice hoarse. "In order to give her wolf back, she has to come home!"
He scoffed but didn’t turn around.
"Whether you acknowledge it or not," I whispered to the empty room, "Syra has always been the one destined to save this pack… and Mother."
He disappeared onto the second floor without a single glance back.
I stood there, the silence closing in, my fists trembling at my sides. Fury gnawed at my insides until it burst free — I seized the whiskey glass still on the table and crushed it in my hand. Sharp shards bit into my skin, blood mingling with the glittering ruins as they scattered across the floor.
Relax, Lucian, my wolf growled deep within me, its voice strained with barely concealed rage. You lose control too easily when you’re worked up.
"Yeah, I know," I muttered, slumping onto the sofa, the weight on my shoulders unbearable. "But we’re running out of time."
I raked a hand through my hair, exhaling a breath that seemed to carry all my frustration. "You heard the doctor. Mother has a year—if we’re lucky. If we don't break the curse—""Is that you, Eliud?"
The fragile voice cracked through the air. I shot up. I hadn’t even heard her frail footsteps.
"Mom," I breathed, racing toward her just as she stumbled at the bottom of the stairs.
I caught her, feeling nothing but skin stretched over brittle bones. Her once radiant skin was pale, the black veins of the curse creeping dangerously close to her heart. She blinked blindly, her once brilliant eyes now dull and sightless."Lucian?" she whispered, her hands trembling as they clutched my arms. "When is Syra coming home? Where’s my little girl? I need to get her from school..."
"Mom," I said quietly, throat tight, "Syra is gone... you know that."
"No!" she cried out, voice raw with a mother's desperation. "No, she’s here. I can feel her. My baby... my baby’s still here..."
"That’s enough, Janet," Father's voice barked as he stormed down the stairs. He reached her, pulling her gently but firmly into his arms. "Come, love. It's time for your medicine."
I sank onto the stairs, burying my face in my hands as the tears I fought so hard to suppress finally broke free.
She was slipping through our fingers—day by day, hour by hour.No one outside this house knew the truth.
There’s a curse on the firstborn males of our bloodline—a damnation older than any living memory. It began with my great-grandfather, who, after taking what he wanted from his destined mate, cast her aside like yesterday’s dust. Broken-hearted, she ended her own life... but not before binding us with her final, raging breath.It’s not us who pay the price. It's our mates.
It starts slow: the wolf dies first, then the senses—one by one—until there’s nothing left but a hollow shell waiting for death to claim it.Father never told me. Not when I found my mate. Not even after we married.
He only confessed when the truth could no longer be hidden—when I discovered my mother wasn’t dead, but trapped in this slow, agonizing death.After Syra was born, Mother vanished. We were told she was dead. Lied to, to protect us. But she was fighting the curse alone.
She, on the other han,d was told Syra was dead
Now, she was down to two senses: touch and speech.
And the clock was ticking.If we don’t break the curse, she’ll be gone within the year.
And after her... it will be my wife. Then the curse follows my son.It’s a death sentence written in blood and betrayal.
I tightened my fists until my knuckles turned white. My vision blurred with rage and grief.
What do we do now? How the hell do we save them?"We stick to the plan," I growled under my breath. "We bring Syra back to the pack. She’s the only one who can get us Adrian. The only one who can save us."
ALPHA LUIMER"Shall we begin? We don't have a lot of time," I mutter, my voice cutting through the humid silence like a blade.Justus, the last of the GreenMoonPack's bloodline, stands with clenched fists. You see, guardians always reappear from the old roots—the same pack, the same blood. You trace the past, you find the future. It was inevitable."If I do this—""I'll keep my bargain," I cut him off, my smirk a stain across my face. "Bring them in."Three are dragged in, struggling and snarling. Nathan, the Guardian from Naivasha, is among them. I’d been tracking him like a ghost in the dark, waiting for this moment."What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Nathan growls, thrashing against his binds.But I’m Alpha. And he knows what that means.I stroll forward, eyes locked, and with a single hand, I lift the girl beside him by the collar, raising her effortlessly off the ground."Perform the ritual," I bark. "Or they both die.""You're insane. We can't force—""You have no choic
ALPHA STEINHART“Don’t listen to it, son!” I roared from the sidelines, lungs burning, voice thunderous. Because hell—if there was ever a moment I was proud, this was it. Adrian—my boy, my blood—glowing like a fucking sun, his light wrapping around the beast, pinning it inside its host’s twisted body. The fakes, the possessed… all handled. Handled like a goddamn warrior.The monster—still smirking, blood dripping from the cracks of its stolen face—spat back with a laugh, “Are you sure you wanna do this?”His smile stretched unnaturally wide—vile and gleaming.“Shut up! You’re the main threat. Fuck you!” Adrian snarled, each word sharp as blade.He stepped forward, body surging with divine heat, every step cracking the ice below.“Let’s end this—”“Too bad…” the bastard chuckled darkly. “Because you should be more worried about your fucking mate.”Everything stilled.Adrian froze. The fire dimmed.“What the hell are you talking about?” he barked.“Don’t listen to him, Adrian!” I
ALPHA LUCIANThe mountain quaked again—this time, not like a tremor, but like the land itself was being torn open.A violent gush of power burst from the crater, glowing crimson red before being instantly devoured by a blue, nightmare-infused energy. It surged outward, swallowing the air, the ground, everything—a storm of dread and raw, terrifying force.The shockwave hit like a god’s breath. All of us—Alpha, Hunter, Guardian, Wolf—were hurled back, bodies slamming to the frozen earth as though gravity had tripled in an instant.Then— It roared.Not just a roar. A shrieking wail of hatred, fury, and age-old hunger that ripped through bone and marrow.Our knees buckled. Our ears screamed. And before us stood the stuff of legend turned nightmare.Seven feet tall.A colossal wolf, its skin forged like black iron, glinting with a metallic sheen. Blue glowing eyes burned like frozen stars—void of mercy, filled with wrath. Its breath steamed with shadow, and from its very core, the v
OSCARI’ve seen a lot of shitty things.Hell, I’ve done a lot of shitty things.But this? This shit was weird.Land mine goes BOOM, and instead of me getting blown to meat confetti—or you know, losing a damn leg—I open my eyes and I'm inside a damn red glowing room.The air vibrates. The ground pulses beneath my boots like a heart pumping rage."What the fuck—""What the fuck?" Luiz grumbles as he scrambles up beside me, blinking like he just got kicked out of a bad dream.Yeah, he’s here.And so is Lucy, dusting herself off, her glare matching the crimson walls around us."What the hell is going on? What is this place—" Luiz continues."Shut it!" I snap, already pissed. “Do I look like I fucking know? You think I brought us here for the view, dumbass?”I grab my gun, check the mag—fully loaded. I slide it into place with a sharp click, roll my shoulders, and light up a cigar.The scent of smoke barely masks the copper tang in the air.Bloodlust.Something else is here.Then they step
SYRAAn agonizing throb pulses behind my eyes. Like needles clawing through my skull.A high-pitched ringing shrieks in my ears—sharp, screeching—like glass grinding against bone.My body aches. My fingers twitch as sensation slowly returns. I reach up, rubbing my temples, wincing at the sting blooming across my scalp. My mind is chaos, fragments crashing into one another—gunfire… screaming… the explosion… darkness.What happened?My eyelids flutter open.Bright. White. Unforgiving.A sterile smell—bleach, chemicals, and cold metal—wafts through the air. My throat feels dry. The mattress beneath me is stiff, unfamiliar. My clothes… different. A plain white shirt and linen pants. Everything is off. Too clean. Too quiet. Where the hell am I?I turn my head—there’s a woman beside me. Dressed in grey scrubs, her face expressionless, unmoving. She stares ahead, not at me.I jerk upright.“Who the hell are you? Where am I?” I demand, my voice hoarse but firm.No response.“Where are the o
ALPHA LUMIERA grin carved its way onto my face as the full view of the Steinhart mansion emerged through the trees. Grand. Regal. Expensive. Exactly the kind of place fools think will protect them.I leaned back against the door of the armored truck, pulling a cigar from my pocket. The flame danced on the tip as I lit it, inhaling the thick burn before exhaling toward the Nairobi sky. This was too easy.“I stayed back for a reason,” I muttered under my breath. “Let Gregory enjoy the glory of Mount Kenya—I prefer something more… intimate.”Danny, my scout, crept closer, lifting his binoculars.“How is it?” I asked.“Five Alphas patrolling. Fifteen guards. She’s in the living room. Front left corner. Curtains are drawn but she hasn’t moved in minutes. Looks like she’s alone in there.” He lowered his binoculars. “They’re not expecting anything.”I chuckled darkly.“Knew they’d leave her behind—overconfident little bastards.”I turned to the truck behind me. Inside, a dozen of my finest