All Chapters of My Vow: To Kill The Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Zelda's POV The steady hum of the Boeing 747’s engines had been my lullaby for the last twelve hours. I was tucked into seat 14A, cocooned in my own world with my silk sleep mask pulled tight and my noise-canceling headsets blasting a heavy mix of dark lo-fi. For four years, this had been my reality,living abroad, schooling in a city where no one knew my name, and definitely no one knew my nature. I felt a gentle, persistent tap on my shoulder. I pushed the mask up, squinting against the harsh cabin lights. A flight attendant was smiling down at me, her expression a mix of professional kindness and "please hurry up." "Miss? We’ve landed. You’re one of the last passengers on board." "Oh...sorry. Thank you," I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. I scrambled to gather my things, shoving my tablet and a half-finished notebook of sketches into my carry-on. As I stepped off the plane, the humid, evening air hit me. It smelled like home, yet it felt entirely alien. I checked my p

I stood in front of the most towering, glass-faced hotel in Los Angeles, the morning sun gleaming off the surface with a brightness that felt like an insult. The heat of the city was a world away from the ash and rain I had left behind, but I could still feel the phantom weight of the shovel in my hands. I adjusted my dark sunglasses, pushing them higher up the bridge of my nose. They were oversized, a shield meant to hide eyes that were bloodshot and swollen from a night of crying that felt like it would never end. I still had enough money in my accounts, my parents had always made sure of that. With a heavy, trembling exhale, I smoothed out my jacket and stepped toward the entrance. I watched my reflection for a split second in the revolving glass door, pale, hollowed out, and unrecognizable. I didn't look like a girl who had just buried her world in a garden. I pushed through the door, the cool blast of the air conditioning hitting my face like a slap. The lobby was a c

The atmosphere in the Great Hall was thick with tension. The Elders, a group of gray-haired men who had served since the last Alpha's time, were huddled in small groups, their voices a low, constant hum of gossip and concern. Then, the heavy doors swung open. Damir walked in, his expression cold and his hands clasped behind his back. The room went silent instantly. Every Elder stopped mid-sentence and rose from their chairs, bowing their heads in a synchronized display of respect. "Alpha," they greeted in a ragged chorus. Damir didn't acknowledge them. He didn't offer a nod or a polite word. He simply walked to the head of the long stone table and took his seat, his golden eyes scanning the room. "Sit," he commanded. They obeyed. "May I know the reason for this meeting?" Damir asked, even though he knew exactly why they were here, but he wanted to make them say it. One of the Elders, a man named Hakan who had a habit of fidgeting with his rings, cleared his throat. "A

The wolf hauled itself toward me, a blur of grey fur and pure, unfiltered aggression. Now, look, I’m not some decorated WWE fighter. I’m just a girl with a bag of cheap knives and a lot of pent-up rage. I know how to handle a blade; not because I'm out here looking to commit crimes or anything, but I know my way around a kitchen. I know how to make a knife do what I want it to do. But I quickly realized that chopping vegetables and trying to stop a five-hundred-pound monster are two very different things. The beast slammed into me like a freight train. I felt claws rake across my shoulder, shredding my shirt and skin like tissue paper. The force sent me spinning, and I ate a face full of grit as I hit the sand face-flat. My lungs felt like they’d collapsed, and my head was ringing so loud I couldn't even hear my own heartbeat. I groaned, spitting out sand and blood, and rolled onto my back just in time to see it coming for me again. Its mouth was hanging open, thick strings of