Novel & Cerita Enchanted By The Alpha

Lorenzo’s eyes were glowing in the same predatory manner I once saw back at the festival during the hunt. “He’s announcing his presence as an alpha, Miss Eleanor,” the driver said evenly. “Because there are others lurking around, he’s asserting his dominance. Anyone who dares to make the poor attempt to challenge him now is surely going to meet an unpleasant end.” I had to admit. Although I was fairly certain that Lorenz’s actions were foolish and ill-timed, he was exceedingly threatening when he wanted to be. It sent a sharp pang of pride shooting through me. My wolf purred and growled in satisfaction, knowing that we had such a strong and capable alpha of our own.

He wasn't even talking to me like he used to, and it was tearing me apart more than I wanted to admit. Because death duels would soon start pouring in now that I had become the Alpha King. Wolves from several packs would arrive to challenge me after a full year had passed. How was I supposed to win if I couldn't shift? A hand wrapped around my arm, snapping me out of my thoughts. Ariella flashed me a smile, standing tall in a shimmering navy-blue ball gown with off-the-shoulder neckline. Her long brown hair cascaded in soft waves, while delicate silver earrings glinted beneath the strands. A silver flower crown was placed on her head, giving her an elegant, regal appearance.

Wolves who now looked at Enid like she was a loaded weapon instead of one of their own. “No one,” I said, enunciating each word, “touches my pack.” A pause. Then I added, quieter, rougher, honest in a way I hadn’t meant to be. “And no one touches her.” The bond flared, hot and undeniable. I felt it in my chest, my throat, the way my hands clenched at my sides. The mask cracked despite my best efforts, something raw bleeding through the Alpha they expected. One elder leaned forward. “You are compromised.”

I rolled my eyes, hugging Kaiden’s pillow close to my chest. “Aww,” Layla took a seat on the edge of the king-sized bed. “You miss him.” “I really do. It’s been weeks and I can't wait for him to return.” I heaved a sigh. “You don't have to worry, Your Highness,” Layla reached out for my hand and gave it a pat. “Alpha Kaiden is the most powerful wolf in the kingdom. The WhiteMoon pack has nothing against his army. He’ll defeat them and emerge victorious. Just like he always does.”

The look they had given him, the deference, almost reverence… “What did you mean by that?” My voice padded with perplexity, as I inquired, my silver eyes scanned hers. Solana looked at me, her face unreadable, and her golden eyes hiding secrets like buried treasure. “He is their Alpha.”

For a moment, she hesitates before a strong sense of denial laces her expression. “It is common for the Alpha to hide at such a time. If he lives on, then Red Graw does too.” Denial, Marko realised as he stood to approach her. They must have only had such Alphas that treated them like pawns and tools where he no doubt used words like ‘I did this for you’ to keep them loyal and bearing a sense of debt when in reality, their alpha simply bore a charisma so terrifying that it should not be allowed to thrive. He almost felt sorry for the witch, but his nose caught a whiff of something familiar, the same pharmaceutics that were on Alba’s scent!

Raising my hand to scratch my shoulder, I cock my head and ask sarcastically, “You could have called. Why must you always show up like this? Uninvited.” “Well, because I am the Alpha. We don’t follow normal rules. We have our own we abide by, and it doesn’t involve humans’ niceties. If I need to fetch you, I will do it any time I want.” He states angrily as I watch his eyes start to glow again. Every time he becomes upset, his eyes do that, so I always know when I have gotten to him. “Alright, alright. Anyway, I need to get dressed. What is it exactly that couldn’t wait?” I ask absentmindedly as I shuffle around and try to find the pair of comfy jeans that I laid down a couple of days

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly

The rest of our pack joins us, and as they settle around the table, I glance at Typhon and Fire Moon, gratitude spilling over in my heart. Life has a way of surprising us, doesn’t it? Each twist and turn leads us to unexpected joys. I squeeze Typhon’s hand, and he gives me a knowing smile. Together, we’ve created a haven, a place where love conquers all, where laughter fills the air, and where our hearts can finally rest. ‘See you were made to be an Alpha after all,’ my wolf chimes in. I almost chuckle out loud as I reply, ‘Well Co-Alpha at least.’

"You said you gonna dethrone me right?" He asked. "You have to choose between the pack and Leilah." The elder answered. "Great, then fix a date for the dethroning coz I won't give up my love, I'm ready to give up the throne to be with my love, I have been serving this pack with all my heart, all my strength I have been so dedicated to it, if you think that you want me to do everything you want then I won't do it, go ahead and dethrone me and see if It will affect me one bit, I am a born Alpha, and even if you take away the throne from me, then it won't affect me because right deep in my heart I know that I'm an Alpha and I will always be."