Semua Bab ALPHA'S DARKEST SECRET: Rise Of The Ultima: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The very well-known White Fur Pack of werewolves is situated in the northern part of Alacia, a kingdom said to have been founded by two different couples who were deeply in love with their respective partners and cherished each other as friends. Everyone residing in Alacia appears peaceful, going about their own business in harmony. The unity among them is undeniable, rooted in the love the founders and ancestors of the pack instilled in the kingdom before their demise. However, despite the unity shared among the people of Alacia, a great internal strife has persisted for years within the White Fur Pack. This conflict is not widely known among the common pack members but is well understood by the royal family. Every royal-born child is no doubt taught about the strife from a young age. Just like the White Fur Pack has its strife, the kingdom of Alacia in general has its own discord. One of the primary causes of the discord in Alacia arises from the belief that only werewolves can rul

EMAL Blake grips my chin roughly, tilting my head up so I’m forced to meet his mocking gaze. “Stand up,” he commands. I ignore him, holding onto the small hope that the teacher will walk in any second. Even though I know their presence wouldn’t change much, it would at least serve as a distraction. I glance at my wristwatch and sigh internally. "Class should have started by now. Where is the teacher?" Blake chuckles. “Waiting for someone? The teacher?” His voice drips with amusement. He turns to the class, still gripping my face. “I think someone should let our dear friend know that the teacher won’t be coming anytime soon.” Laughter erupts around us, a cruel chorus of mockery. True enough. What was I even waiting for? “Can you please go back to your seat? This is my territory and I didn't cross the line.” I say, hoping he would just desist from his evil plans and leave me to myself. Well, it turns out to be just hope. Blake smirks. “Your seat? Your territory? Who do you think

EMAL A cool breeze brushes against my cheeks, stirring me awake. The dark clouds in the sky begins to brighten as the sky gradually become blue. Stretching my limbs, I feel something damp against my skin. Touching it, I realize it's morning dew. With a deep sigh, I take in the tranquil atmosphere, allowing the calm it brings wash over me –a rare moment of peace. But as I glance around, memories of the previous night flood back. I had fallen asleep at the lakeside. Alone. Again. Turning my back at the lake, I face the castle's direction pondering on what my next step should be. I'm definitely not ready to see anyone at the moment. Especially not anyone from the pack. It's too early for me to be ridiculed again. Taking a few steps forward while deciding where to go and what next to do, my stomach grumbles. I pause. Right. I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon. The thought of returning home for food makes my chest tighten. No, I can’t. I won’t. The maids would probably be pre

LILLY The morning light peeks through the small window of our home, signaling the start of another day. I wake up early, as always, completing my chores before reheating last night’s meal for my grandmother. I don’t worry about eating—I work at a restaurant, and the owner, an old man who treats me like his own, always ensures I’m fed. As I sling my worn-out backpack over my shoulder, making sure my clothes are neat, I hear my grandmother stir from her room. I rush over to her, planting a kiss on her knuckles. "May your old hands be blessed, Granny," I whisper, like I do every morning. She pats my hair gently, her wrinkled fingers warm against my scalp. "And may you prosper in all you do today," she prays in return, thinking I'm heading to work. In truth, I’ll spend a few hours at the restaurant before heading to school—something she must never find out. Just as I turn to leave, her voice calls me back. "Little One," she says, and I sigh internally, knowing what’s coming next

AUTHOR Alpha Marcus sits on his grand throne, flipping through the documents before him. The throne room exudes power, its golden embellishments and intricate white designs shimmering under the candlelit glow. A place of strength and authority. Beside him, his Beta, Master Aldrien, scans another set of documents, discussing strategies and solutions for the pack’s current affairs. “How’s the training going?” Marcus asks without looking up. Aldrien, responsible for training the younger wolves, straightens proudly. “Better than expected. The new pups are showing remarkable progress. A little guidance, and they turn it into something even greater.” Marcus nods in approval. “Well done, Aldrien. You’re a blessing to me and this pack. I just hope we never have to go to war again.” Aldrien’s gaze softens. “I know what’s weighing on you, Marcus. Things will fall into place soon.” “I hope so,” Marcus murmurs, his fingers tightening around the parchment in his hand. “Lately, I’ve had