Alpha Wolf Looking In Mirror Mga Nobela at Kwento

The moonlight has texture. I walk to the water's edge, slow, getting the feel of a body that actually fits me, and I look down. The wolf in the reflection is huge. Silver-white, broad across the shoulders, with grey eyes that glow faintly the way torchlight glows, not supernatural, just lit from somewhere internal. An Alpha wolf. The size of one, the posture of one, the presence of one. I have never once in my life looked like that.

he points to a mirror against the wall. My wolf walks up to the mirror and sits down, looking at herself. It’s a shock seeing myself as a wolf, but I have to admit – she is beautiful. The overhead light flashes on, bathing the room in harsh, white light. If I turn just right, my black coat shimmers silver, like my wolf's eyes.

I was directing this anger to no other person other than the moon goddess. I continue to gaze at my reflection in the floor-length mirror, I was the consummate picture of an Alpha, good-looking in every way possible, giving a vivid account of the moon goddess in glorifying the male body. I was over six feet, with broad shoulders and a rippling physique that accentuated my formidability. I should be excited and happy, right? Up to this point I haven’t found my mate, and I have been threatened on several occasions that I would lose the throne to the neighbouring Packs if I hadn’t found my mate by the next Carmella.

Whenever the air was laced with Alpha pheromones, it would let out that programmed cry. So whenever Julian went into heat, all I could do was listen to the Plush Wolf Doll’s moans—more like a woman’s breathy gasps—until dawn. The third wheel between Alpha Julian and me was a giant Plush Wolf Doll. Anyone who heard it would think it was absurd. After countless arguments that went nowhere, I decided to bring it up at our son’s first birthday banquet. That day, the pack gathered at the Alpha’s castle—elders, allies, and trade representatives were all present.

As soon as the car was out of the academy grounds, Alpha Drex began talking. “I don’t feel good about this.” “As you should.” I snapped. “What the fuck was that supposed to mean?” He growled. ‘Relax,’ Austin said through our mindlink as our eyes locked on the rearview mirror. ‘Don’t let him rile you up now. We need answers.’ I took out a photo that Austin had given me earlier before sliding it to him. “Do you know this wolf?” It was a still shot from our CCTV, where we captured one wolf with an evident scar on his face.

I grumbled under my breath, carefully to take the next few steps, when I stopped in my tracks. My eyes widened as I watched a tall, brown fur wolf, holding a pup in between his canines, covered with blood and many wounds—an Alpha. I could easily see the power in his eyes, the smug look. The view was almost unbearable for me. I could hear the low whines and howls of the pup in agony. “Let it go!” I yelled over the sound of water, but he barely moved.

My reflection stares back at me, jaw set, eyes too bright and unhinged, aura flickering uselessly against the dampeners. “Don't talk about things you don't understand,” I say, voice low, scared of the Alpha wolf hiding under my skin an entity with its own consciousness. My hand comes up, palm flat against the barrier. The glass hums holding firm. My wolf snarls, uneasy, alert like something it claimed is being threatened.

“It’s reflecting the murals on the walls. Maybe it’s a clue.” I looked into the basin and I could see the reflection of the murals in the rippling water. The images were distorted by the movement of the water, but I could make out the figures of the wolves and the moon. Then I noticed something unusual—one of the wolves in the reflection had glowing eyes, while the others did not. “There’s something different about that wolf,” I murmured, focusing on the reflection. “Maybe you need to align the pillars to match the reflection,” Athena suggested. “Try turning them.”

She explodes to life. His head turns slowly toward my cage. Our eyes meet. The world fractures. Heat slams into me, violent, overwhelming, like being hit by a truck made of fire. A pull so strong it physically hurts, like a rope around my ribs yanking me toward him. My wolf is screaming, throwing herself against my chest, howling something that sounds like yesyesyesMINE... His eyes, dark brown, almost black, flash brilliant amber. Wolf. Alpha. And fixed on me like I'm the only thing in the room.

"Gena!" "I didn't mean to..." Another wolf attacked. This time I didn't hesitate. I shifted. Pain exploded through my body. My bones cracked. My claws grew. My senses became sharper. And then I was standing on four legs. I looked down. My fur was white. But streaks of black ran along my back. My wolf looked into a mirror across the hall. One eye was silver. The other was black. Alex stood in front of me. He was a huge black wolf with glowing golden eyes.