Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA'S LOST HEIR: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓 I am delighted because i will be going back to the pack where i will rule as a Alpha, one of the strongest in the werewolf continent. My world shifted. One moment, the forest floor was cool beneath my paws, the next, the sharp bite of cold air against my human skin. The familiar ache of transformation was a welcome sensation, a reminder of the power flowing just beneath the surface. I looked up at the towering peaks of the Silvermoon territory, the palace a formidable silhouette against the pre-dawn sky. Home. The word resonated not just in my mind, but deep in my very bones. Even my wolf, shifted inside me,cause of the joy of being back home. A wolf in me that is loyal to a fault.I simply nodded, my gaze already sweeping the familiar landscape. Months spent in the secluded lands of the Ancient Alphas, mastering forgotten techniques, delving deeper into the intricate history of our kind, and sharpening my already formidable instincts.it had been arduous. I retur

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The celebration in the Great Hall continued well into the evening, a vibrant tapestry of laughter, boasts, and the hearty clinking of tankards. My father, Alpha kaelen, held court with the older warriors, his booming laugh echoing through the stone arches. My mother, Luna Freya, moved among the she-wolves, her presence a calming balm. But amidst the joyous chaos, my mind was a storm, a relentless battlefield where instinct clashed with an unthinkable reality.My mate. It couldn't be.The scent, so clear and intoxicating as I approached the palace, had become even more potent in the confined spaces of the hall. It clung to Olivia. My sister.I watched her, discreetly, from the head table. She moved with an innate grace, her royal blue gown flowing around her like shadows, a stark contrast to the plain kitchen attire I usually saw her in. I’d always thought of her as… simply Liv. My younger sister, quiet, diligent, skilled in the domestic arts, especially the culinary ones

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The subtle scent of Olivia's lingering confusion, mixed with the ever-present, alluring pull of her true nature, had not faded since our encounter in the garden. If anything, it had intensified, weaving itself into the very fabric of the palace air. My mother's reaction to my 'theoretical' question had only confirmed my suspicions: there was a secret, deeply buried, surrounding Olivia. And it resonated with the impossible truth of her being my fated mate.The following days were a test of my self-control. Every time I saw Olivia, every time her unique scent wafted towards me, my wolf roared for recognition, for claiming. My human side, however, wrestled with the immense implications. She was my sister. The world knew her as such. To reveal the truth, or even to act on this undeniable bond, would shatter not just her life, but the fragile peace of the Silvermoon Pack.I began to discreetly delve into old pack archives, the ones hidden away in the deepest levels of the pala

★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓 The scent of jasmine still clung faintly to my clothes from the garden encounter, a haunting echo of Olivia's presence. My conversation with her in the pantry, however, had solidified everything. Her eyes, wide and almost feral for a split second when she backed into the shelf; her hurried attempts to hide her hands; the sheer, palpable current of fear and something else that vibrated between us. She wasn't just tired, and she wasn't just my sister. My wolf, silent during my human interactions, roared within my mind now that I was alone. Mine. She felt it. She denied it. She is more than she knows. The words hammered against my skull, a primal demand for answers and action. The mate bond was a consuming fire, but woven into its heat was a chilling clarity: Olivia was in danger. Not just from our impossible connection, but from what she inherently was, and what that meant. My search through the ancient archives had been fruitless in providing definitive answers, o

Chapter 10★𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖓The revelation from Elder Elias had settled deep within me, a cold, heavy stone in my gut. Olivia was not just my mate, but the lost heir of the Moonstone Pack, a secret carefully guarded by my parents. Every interaction with her now was a battle against my instincts, a desperate attempt to act as a brother while my wolf screamed for its Luna, for its other half.The weight of my parents' betrayal was a bitter poison. A memory flashed in my mind: my father, holding me on his lap as a boy, telling me that Olivia was a "gift to our pack." At the time, I'd beamed with pride. Now, the words felt like a venomous lie. And the more I watched Olivia, the more I saw the subtle signs of her dormant power stirring, the faster I knew I had to act. The 'skirmishes' reported by the border patrols were growing more frequent, more aggressive not random incidents, but probes from a predatory enemy. Someone was looking for something. Or someone.I knew Olivia sensed the shift