12 Alpha Wayland Reyrem

But my father had prepared for everything—even his own death.

Locked away in a private vault was a collection of secrets—every dirty detail about the man who wanted him gone. Property documents, hidden bank accounts, offshore holdings, lists of mistresses, bribes, blackmail, even maps to his secret hideaways.

My father knew the game.

And he never played to lose.

That bloated excuse of a man was far too confident in his power… and he made one fatal mistake — underestimating my father. And underestimating me.

He didn’t live to celebrate long.

The very night he raised his glass to the death of the "stubborn Alpha," surrounded by his corrupt partners and overpriced whores, vengeance found him.

My pack and I dragged that smug bastard to the very forest he had coveted so much — the sacred land he wanted to turn into his private resort.

I let him go.

Twenty minutes. That’s all the mercy I gave him.

Then I shifted.

The hunt began.

He ran. I’ll give him that—he really tried. But he was slow, soft, and full of fear. The kind of fear that leaves a scent no predator can ignore.

He didn’t make it far.

And that night, the forest drank human blood.

Blood of retribution.

From that day forward, I became the rightful and undisputed Alpha of my territory and of every loyal soul who stood behind me.

I was barely twenty.

Too young, too bold — a fact that both enraged and intrigued the older, more arrogant wolves in nearby packs. They couldn’t stomach the idea that someone so young had claimed what they still clawed for.

So they challenged me.

Again and again.

And every single time, I stood my ground.

Every duel ended the same way — with me victorious, standing over my defeated opponent, my wolf growling in satisfaction.

My rule wasn’t just inherited… it was earned in blood.

The bloodline I carried — the legacy of the former Alpha — combined with the relentless drills on the training fields and the ritual hunts during every full moon, forged something powerful within me.

My wolf...

He’s not just strong.

He’s a predator born of discipline and blood.

A creature who knows the taste of a fallen enemy and craves nothing more than victory.

For most werewolves, their inner beast takes a back seat.

It lurks in the shadows — temperamental, yes, but still submissive to the human soul.

Usually, the balance leans sixty to forty, the man in control, the wolf beneath.

But not for me.

In my case, it’s nearly fifty-fifty.

We are equals — two forces in constant tension.

I don’t suppress my wolf. I live with him, fight with him, conquer with him.

During a fight, I let go.

The control passes entirely to my beast — I become an observer inside my own body.

And that’s what makes us deadly.

We are a perfect team, forged in blood and battle.

With every victory, every drop of spilled blood, we grow stronger.

Me and my wolf — we rise together.

But not all enemies fight face-to-face.

Some strike from the shadows, like cowards.

Two years ago, my best friend and loyal beta, Liam, fell into one of their traps.

They ambushed him. Cowards.

His death was a devastating blow — not just to his family, but to me. I lost a brother that day.

Since then, his younger brother Zavir has taken his place as my beta.

He’s six years younger, but sharp, loyal, and battle-tested.

He’s earned that title. He’s earned my trust.

Our world is brutal and unforgiving.

It runs by laws most humans will never understand.

To keep peace between humans and werewolves, an old agreement was made long ago: every city would be governed by two leaders — a human mayor, and the Alpha of the pack whose territory the city lay within.

The mayor changes every four or five years, elected by the people and bound to one city.

But the Alpha?

He rules for life — unless he is challenged and defeated, or chooses to pass his title to an heir.

An Alpha doesn’t answer to a city.

He commands entire regions.

Several large cities may lie within a single pack's domain, all under the Alpha’s authority.

Pack members aren’t just any werewolves living on our lands.

They are the chosen few — the ones closest to the Alpha, bound to serve and protect with unwavering loyalty.

There are also lone wolves who live under our territory’s laws but aren’t part of the pack itself.

The pack is more than just a community — it's the elite, a clan built around its Alpha.

And my pack is vast.

Thousands strong, we live not only in our private settlement but also scattered across cities.

When the time comes, they don’t hesitate — they stand by my side, ready to fight, protect, and conquer whatever challenges we face.

Many of them hold influential positions in society — brilliant minds in business, science, the arts… and some of the fiercest warriors, visionaries, and leaders you'll ever meet.

Some have families and live in the luxurious territory of our rural estate.

Others remain unattached, choosing the vibrant chaos of city life — a perfect setting for wolves with fire in their blood.

I own a luxurious mansion in our private settlement—but I don’t live there.

That place is meant to be my anchor one day, my future home when I finally settle down… when I take a mate.

But for now?

My upscale apartment in the heart of the city suits me just fine.

It’s close to the office, close to all the action—and by action, I mean the kind that involves a rotating roster of fiery she-wolves warming my bed.

There’s never a shortage of willing company.