Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S LOST HEIR: Bab 1 - Bab 7

★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