The Possessive Alpha Kings

I rushed as quickly as I could, my tall, ginger, curly hair being ferociously whipped about by the wind. I was relieved that I hadn't heard any loud footsteps coming up behind me.

I had no idea where I was running to, but I knew I had to get away from them immediately. If I didn't, I would either die or, worse yet, become a slave.

Because I was focused on escaping, I hadn't had time to reflect on the fact that my parents had been taken away from me while my fellow pack members had been murdered by our neighboring pack.

I had never experienced something so horrifying in my entire life. Sweat clung to my skin like a second layer, and while swiping away the sweat mixed with tears, I somehow managed to trip and fall over a branch.

Before getting back on my feet and starting to sprint again-as if my life depended on it, because it did-I picked myself up and was grateful that I hadn't hurt myself too badly.

Since I was confident, they would catch me as soon as they realized I had managed to get away, I hoped they weren't aware of my escape just yet. The distance between me and them needed to be widened quickly. My life was on the line, and I had to find safety at all costs.

Being in my wolf form would have been great, but I could no longer feel or summon my wolf, who had been forcefully suppressed to protect me.

Despite the fact that they could smell that I wasn't a wolf but a human, they persisted in bringing me in. They might have doubts about my true nature.

Perhaps they knew about my secret from my parents before they passed away, or they simply wanted to verify if I was the right person, despite there being no clear sign that someone from my pack possessed extraordinary gifts.

While every werewolf teen shifted at the age of seventeen, I was born to werewolf parents and everyone believed, I had no wolf at the age of nineteen. However, this was only because they were unaware of my true identity.

Initially, I had shifted at the age of fifteen compared to everyone else at seventeen.

From then on, I began experiencing a sudden power surge-nothing involving strength, unfortunately. My parents, frightened by the revelation of my white wolf and it's abilities, physically and emotionally hurt me to suppress my wolf and my power.

I had promised my parents to keep their secrets to preserve my life. I was saddened by the fact that, after reaching nineteen and seeing almost everyone with their mates while I had none, it made me sad.

My parents words, that it was all for the best, kept me going, even though I found it quite selfish since they were able to find a mate and experience intimate love. Suppressing my wolf made it harder for me to find my mate as well.

Without anyone ever expressing what true love feels like, I was going to live my entire life until I passed away without a mate. I had wallowed in my room for endless hours in self-pity, and it was often all I could genuinely think about.

I remembered the day I met my wolf-a pure white wolf, very rare. My wolf was as excited as I was and eager to meet our other half, but as my parents would have it, this could never happen.

My parents saw what I possessed as both a gift and a curse, but the latter was more severe because it had the potential to result in my death in the wrong hands.

I occasionally questioned whether the Moon Goddess had considered the drawbacks of bestowing this gift upon me.

If only I could go back in time and change my fate, keeping my mouth shut. It would have been far better for me rather than being seen as an outcast by everyone and now being hunted down like an animal.

I was determined not to let their possible death be in vain, I will hide my secret, just as they taught me. My own parents had sacrificed their lives to keep this secret from the world. Even though I wasn't entirely certain if my parents were dead, but I expected anything while dealing with the Crestwood pack and their alpha, Alpha Xavier.

I recalled my parents pleading with me in a quiet voice to go before we were attacked, it was as if they could spot the atrocity coming from a mile before anyone else could.

"Run, Haelyn, Run!" My mother whispered in my ear as I reluctantly sprinted off into the direction of the south.

Although I was aware of what the Crestwood pack wanted, I was still unsure of what specifically caused them to turn against us in a matter of seconds. However, I was certain that this turn of events may have been related to their eagerness to possess the white wolf and the reluctance on our part. The Crestwood pack were blood thirsty and power hunger, that was for sure.

Alpha Xavier.

The name made me sick to my stomach.

I wouldn't ever put my confidence in another pack again. Since I had already lost everything else to this worthless misfortune, I viewed my secret gift as a plague that would follow me to my grave.

It was then that I heard it in the distance as I continued to run without knowing where the heck I was going. I could hear wolves coming for me.

When I realized I couldn't get any farther, I dug in even more.

In comparison to the footfall that were drawing nearer behind me, my small, somewhat skinny, sun kissed figure was moving pretty slowly. My hazel eyes were filled with tears of fear and misery, and curly ginger hair, which had flowed to my rear end, was now spinning in the wind all about me.

I kept running and running for what seemed to feel like hours and soon I had reached an open field with what seemed to be a magnificent kingdom in the far distance. I gulped stopping in my tracks, I had made my way to another territory it seemed, I had thought that my path would lead to a main road or something to get me away.

A boundary had been crossed without the presence of any pack warriors defending the packs' boundaries.

I gazed at the regal and glamorous kingdom. I knew right away that I had stepped into the Bloodmoon pack's domain.

Here lived the cruelest and deadliest alphas. What kind of fool could I possibly be to have possibly done this? Now a rogue in the territory of wolves with no mercy. Although the Crestwood pack would use me, with this pack I would only last for a brief period of time, maybe a day or two. There are, in my perspective, a lot of frightening tales regarding the Bloodmoon pack.

I paused, unsure of what to do, as I turned to check behind me and noticed that the wolves, who were only a few feet away, were starting to slowly retreat from me out of fear.

If I was to step outside the Bloodmoon's pack, then the Crestwood pack vultures would surely have me as their slaves but if I was to also stay, I'd end up dead either way.

I turned to the side as soon as I heard a tree shatter next to me to face the Bloodmoon Pack strongholds. To my amazement, there were two wolves, standing in their human forms, who were staring menacingly at me.

"Either you're a tremendously brave wolf or a remarkably foolish one," I was spoken to harshly by one of the wolves.

"Or simply an average person. She does not appear to be a wolf to me, but she does smell like the Silvermoon pack and rogue combined." the other of them spoke while snarling at me.

"Our Alpha's will know what judgement awaits her. Let's go fortunate one of the kings or not so fortunate one of the kings." They both snickered.

Horror gnawed at me as I took a step backwards. Tears streamed down my face as I knew this was it, I was going to die once and for all.

I looked to the side one last time in fear and hope of running before getting caught by the ruthless wolves, "Running will do you no good from now onwards human, you will come with us." One of the warriors spoke gripping onto my arm tightly.

I cried in fear as I was dragged along knowing full well if I fight I might just die now at this very moment.

Once I walked through the double doors that were waiting for me, sophistication greeted me. Beyond everything I could have ever dreamed for the likes of the most vicious alphas known to humankind, the Bloodmoon pack's sheer beauty and wealth were beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

As we passed the Bloodmoon pack members, who gave me the dirty eye and snared at me, causing me to shyly squirm in dread, the wolf's hold on my arm was nothing short of an iron rod or steal, and I was powerless to wriggle free. Having no idea what would happen next, my chest clenched.

"Be still human girl." Even though the wolf who was tightly holding onto my arm told me to remain still in the face of impending death, it was challenging to do so.

My sobbing was nearly audible due to the extremely hard grip being applied to my wrist as I whimpered in pain. To help me find a way out of this, I prayed to the Moon goddess up above. I only wanted freedom from having to live my life in accordance with what the Moon goddess herself expected of me.

After making our way through the Bloodmoon pack's chambers, we once more saw two gigantic crimson double doors that opened to reveal a magnificent throne room. The place was nothing short of being breathtaking.

But before I could gawk with my tear vision I was thrown to the floor of the room like the nothingness that I was for them. I couldn't help but reprimand myself for fleeing and not waiting for the Crestwood pack to take me rather than being taken by this dreadful pack and having myself slaughtered.

I guess being a slave would be better than being killed mercilessly.

"Successfully attempting to enter our borders was this female human, yet she smells of both rogue and the Silvermoon pack which is very strange to us. What should be our approach to her Alpha Kings?" He spoke.

I dared not look up at them, the massive aura these two beast was radiating felt like nothing other in this world that I've felt before.

Suddenly I heard a load noise shattering the silence and I glanced upwards, my eyes meeting with that of the two Alpha twins of the Bloodmoon pack, their eyes blazing, stood in front of my eyes for the first time, revealing all of their beauty.

Thick rippling muscles filled with tattoos, magnificent silver eyes glaring down at me, tall gorgeously chiseled jawline with thick black hair ruffled to both side of their faces and beautiful pink lips that would make anyone swoon.

"Mate." My eyes were wide open with horror as I heard both of the alpha kings speak at once.

I gasp stumbling aback.

No, this can't be.

I was utterly stunned. Unable to breathe. Unable to move. Unable to blink. Not only was I mated to a big bad wolf, but I was also mated to the two big bad and dominant alpha twins. The Nolan brothers. The most powerful and deadliest alpha kings known to wolves.