A Escolhida Do Alfa. Ilha Do Corvo Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What makes you think I’d choose you? Just because a Beta became an Alpha doesn’t give you the right to claim me as your mate.” The man flinched. “At least I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not. Corvus isn’t a werewolf like us to begin with. He doesn’t even have a wolf, neither is he an Alpha. He doesn’t have the bloodline or strength. He’s dangerous, Neriah. Can’t you see that?” She laughed again. “No, he isn’t an Alpha. Although his eyes were brimming with annoyance and you have no right to interfere.”

We will make room. My father read the exchange over my shoulder on the final letter and said, when I finished writing: "She prepared for this. Isara. Not Kaer specifically — this category of governance leader. The Alpha who reaches the accord through the direct experience of choosing it rather than through the framework's formal channels. She described them in the last letter." He looked at me. "You built the conditions that make this possible. The accord signal reaching Kaer's council. The correspondence that gave him language for what he experienced. The room he is going to sit in when he comes in spring." He paused. "Every piece of it traceable to a choice you made somewhere in the buildi

“But, Alpha… She—she made us run.” The Alpha’s lips curved into a cold, humorless smile. “She’s not our problem,” she said, her tone like steel. “She’s one of us.” The rogues froze. The air seemed to grow heavier. “What?” one of them whispered. “How can that be?” another asked. The Alpha turned away from them, her eyes on the forest beyond the clearing. The wind blew through her hair, carrying her scent—wild, bitter, and full of pain. “Because,” she said quietly, “we were the only two survivors.”

Her face went white. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to punish you. That's not who I am." I crouched down. "But you will leave. Tonight. You will go south. You will find a life somewhere far from here. And you will remember, every single day, that the woman you called a wolfless waste brought down the Alpha you schemed to keep." I stood and walked away. Behind me, Elara murmured, "I really do like her."

No! “Grace?”, I whispered and kissed her forehead before cupping her face. “I...Zayden Staunton, the Alpha of Blue Moon Pack with all my power as a son of Moon Goddess and the witch blood in my veins, claims Grace Felton as my chosen mate and my Luna. With this, I mark her as mine, so we will become one forever as the Alpha and Luna to rule the pack.” Saying this I marked her at her neck. This was my last chance.

Adam studies the Alpha, raising his voice so that everyone can hear him, “You’re the Alpha, Jason. I’m sure you must have a good reason behind sending a young girl to Cameron Moore, a male who cannot take another mate. You did the same with my sister all those years ago, as well. Sent her to him and then told him not to mark her. At least that time, you had the excuse that he made the choice. This time, everyone was aware that Maria has been his Luna and she had died. He couldn’t take another mate even if he wished to. So, what exactly were you hoping for when you brought Danielle here?” Jason’s face turns dark with fury.

Willow nodded, the seasickness had passed. "Good. Why we called you here today is that due to the new treaty that has been forged, your relationship has been deemed approved. Also, there is another pressing matter," Rashida steepled her fingers and glared at Willow over the tips. "It seems there is a new alpha. Now, there is always a choice to take on the mantle of alpha or not. But it only comes to a select few wolves. I'm sure you've noticed some changes?" Willow nodded, confused.

Then, with a small, almost self-deprecating smile, he murmured, “No. I’m not.” They stood there for a moment, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between them. Then, Kaelan turned to her fully, his expression shifting into something unreadable. “Rhea,” he said, his voice low. “If I ever had to choose between being Alpha and being with you… what do you think I’d choose?” The question hung in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore. Rhea’s heart pounded. She opened her mouth to respond— And then, the distant sound of a wolf’s howl cut through the night.

"This… this witch thinks she can use my grief against me!" "No, Zane, it’s me! Isla!" I tried to say but the words died in my mouth. He didn’t look at me, his rage too blinding. But before I could say more, a searing pain ripped through my arm, sending me to my knees. A scream tore from my throat as I clutched at the burning mark that had appeared on my skin—a dark, intricate symbol etched in fiery red. Eamon’s voice echoed in my mind, cruel and gleeful, "The first mark has appeared. Your time has begun, Isla. Kill the Alpha or suffer."