My Vow: To Kill The Alpha
Joria
Sent away for years to a human college in the UK, I never understood why my parents were so desperate to keep me far from home. We lived like ghosts, no pack, no territory, just three lone wolves pretending to be normal in a world never meant for us. I didn’t question it until the night I returned and found my reality turned to ash.
Walking into a house soaked in my parents' blood shattered my soul. My father’s heart had been ripped from his chest. With her final breath, my mother left me a single name: Alpha Drakan.
I made a vow, I would find him and rip his heart out the same way he ripped my father’s. That promise was the only thing keeping me breathing as I tracked the hidden Wolf Kingdom, forcing my way into a world I never knew. I was to play the part of a broken stray omega seeking refuge in his pack.
But then I hit a wall. Alpha Drakan was already dead. Not recently, but long before the slaughter. His son, Alpha Damir now sat on the throne. For a moment, it didn't matter, blood for blood. If the father was gone, the son would pay. Yet, doubt lingered. My mother hadn't been delirious; she was certain. If Drakan was dead, who really killed them?
Rage doesn't allow for patience. I chose Damir to bleed for my grief. I got close, studying him, sharpening my hatred until I was ready to strike. But when I finally stood before him, everything went wrong. One look into his eyes and something ancient snapped. A primal heat wrapped around my chest, pulling me toward him.
The man I came to kill wasn’t just my enemy. He was my mate.