LOGINAt just six years old, Archer, the son of Cerberus and Alpha Zeina, shifted into his wolf and embraced a power that shook the packs. Whispers spread quickly, that he would grow to become the strongest wolf to walk the land. By sixteen, he proved them right, claiming leadership of the Western Pack and striking fear into Alphas far older than him. She-wolves flock to him, drawn without effort, yet none hold his interest. Enemies rise against him, even the Alpha King himself, but Archer stands unshaken, certain he can overcome them all. Until fate delivers him the one thing he never anticipated, his destined mate. And she is nothing like the wolf he imagined.
View More* Regina *A few weeks later, there was a huge celebration in our pack. The Wild Pack had never seen a gathering like this.It started from the ridge to the riverbend, banners woven with silver thread and emerald dye swayed between the ancient trees. Flowers bloomed where none had grown the night before, wild magic answering joy. Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness.I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him.He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.Before his chosen life. Across from us stood Alpha Regent Cerberus, tall and immovable as the mountain legends named him after. His expression was carved from stone, but his eyes, those fierce, ancient eyes, were
* Regina *I felt the bond shifted, sharp, decisive, carrying the echo of something monumental, and my knees nearly gave out where I stood. I caught myself on the edge of the stone table in my chambers, fingers digging into the grooves carved by generations of the former wolves before me.Something had ended in our connection. Alpha Archer has chosen.Tears burned instantly from my eyes, hot and traitorous, spilling before I could stop them. I pressed my palm over my mouth, biting down on the sound as my chest shook. In the quiet of my chambers, with the fire low and the curtains unmoving, I let myself believe the fear I had been holding back since he left. He's leaving me.Not just distance or duty. Because that was how stories like ours were supposed to end. Two Alphas on different packs. Too much responsibility, too much blood, too many borders between hearts that wanted more than the world would allow.I slid down against the wall, curling inward as the bond throbbed, aching, raw,
* Alpha Archer *My pack in the West had never felt so heavy. The great hall was full, with our elders lining the stone benches, warriors standing along the pillars, the old banners of the West hanging like witnesses that had seen too much blood to be sentimental. The heat of the inner chambers bled outward, carrying the sharp scent of herbs, iron, and magic.My mother sat at the center dais, swollen with life and power both. Her silver hair was braided back, her hands resting protectively over her belly. The unborn child my sibling stirred there, strong, impatient. Even the pack could feel it. A future Alpha is already pushing against the world.My father stood beside her. Cerberus, former Alpha of the West, breaker of borders, the wolf all others measured themselves against. His presence bent the room without effort. When he looked at me, it was not with anger. That was worse. It was with expectation."You called this council," he said. "Speak now son, let us all hear what you want
* Regina *He stayed even after that little argument that we had.It was the quiet miracle of the night.After the fire burned low and our argument bled itself dry, after the bond stopped screaming and settled into something bruised but alive, Alpha Archer did not leave. He lay with me on the furs in my chamber, not as an Alpha demanding, not as a future king bargaining, but as the man who knew the sound of my breath and the scars on my back. I missed him so much.He did not touch me like he was claiming anything. But he touched me like he was afraid I might vanish. That is all I need, that is what I wanted.His arm was heavy around my waist, holding me tight, anchoring. His forehead rested against my hair, breath warm, and steady. When sleep finally took him, it was uneven and troubled. Even then, when dreams pulled at him, his hand tightened as if instinct knew I was the one thing he could not afford to lose. And I didn't want to lose him either.I did not sleep much. I want to savo
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