Fated To The Alpha (fated Series) の小説・ストーリー

"But if you're the new Alpha, they become subject to you, and you can make it to become whatever you wish for it." "Rahu's pack is subject to the blood pack. There are three packs in that one town." "What?" Felix nodded. "That's why they're all jealous of Wisteria. We are one pack that resides in one town." Thomas went silent. Being an alpha was never something he dreamed of and he only expected to be a loyal subject to King Calhoun. What happens when he becomes an alpha? Will he also report Wisteria when they offend him? The thought of ever going against Calhoun made him panic.

**** On May 22, the moon will be out and it would shine so bright as it has ever had, the alpha would be awakened, and there would be no choice but to let fate be fulfilled. You couldn’t run from it. No matter how long or how far you run, you’ll meet again. And when you met there’s no turning back. Because it’s has begun from birth. The cursed lived, the killer would live too. And on May 22, the Alpha would rise.

TESSA Less than twenty-four hours ago, my entire life went to complete shit, and now the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the realm is in the next room deciding whether or not I’ll live to see tomorrow. This all started with an unfortunate accident. My brother killed one of the members of his pack. It’d been a moment of chaos and bad timing and goddess knows what else — but dead is dead, and Kaz Ryker doesn’t care about intentions when one of his own stops breathing.

“Your life was over the second the mark chose you.” Sable’s wrist flared hot, as if offended at being spoken about like an object. Maeven raised two fingers again, hovering them above the mark without touching this time. “Widow-bond law is old,” she said. “Older than Nightfell. Older than Redcrest. It was made for one purpose.” Sable’s voice came out thin. “What purpose?” Maeven smiled. “To bring an alpha back.” Sable’s blood iced. “No.”

The words sent an icy chill through my veins as realization crashed over me, violent and suffocating. This wasn’t just any alpha. This was him. The same Alpha King the entire realm feared and revered. The same Alpha King I loathed with every fiber of my being even when I've never seen him. The same Alpha King whose feet I was to clean throughout the Blood Moon Festival tonight like a worthless servant. My fingers dug into the damp earth beneath me as a bitter memory surfaced—two women gossiping, whispering in awe about how the king detested filth, how he tolerated no speck of dust around him.

All tall, dark and stupidly handsome, like he’d just walked out of some fantasy novel instead of a wrecked sports car. I slammed my locker shut a little harder than necessary. “Stop it, Freya,” I muttered to myself. So what if his smile made my stomach do a silly little flip? So what if his blue eyes seemed to see right through the walls I’d spent years building? He was still a Ramsey. I could still see him as a boy, his face in that hateful crowd, his voice… I shook my head, trying to dislodge the bitter memory. It was no use. He was the future Alpha. I was the traitor’s daughter. Our worlds were oil and water. They didn’t mix.

Trying to recall any details. Everything just becomes fuzzy and then dark until I wake up the next morning. I know Daya is hurt after finding out I slept with Mara that morning. She may be in denial that we are fated mates, but I’m not. And because I know I hurt her I hate myself so much. I never wanted a mate after watching my parents slowly die from the plague. After losing Calvin, I never wanted to be alpha. It feels like my life is pre-decided for me. All the big decisions that I should be excited for, are a result of fate’s twisted sense of humor. Calvin moved our pack to this region because rogues were attacking our old territory and he heard this territory was safer. How ironic. He lo

I glared at him, waiting for his next words. "You’re an alpha. You are our alpha. It was your fate that was laid for you to be like this. You can’t fight it unless you perish. " I know what he’s talking about. "Meshka is doing just fine." "For now, yes. Because your fate hasn’t crossed reality yet. But once the pack needs you, whatever it takes, by hook or by crook, you’ll have no choice but to play your part as the leader of the pack. Just like how loyal a ‘JUST A SUBORDINATE’ is to his alpha. "

The word felt foreign, like it belonged to someone else. I touched my chest where the bond pulsed faintly under my skin…soft but unyielding. No matter how much I wished it away, it was there. Four of them. Four Alphas. And me… the girl who never mattered.

Inside, my alpha claimed me again and again, until the only name I remembered how to say was his. And for the first time, Damien’s regret didn’t touch me. Because I was exactly where I was meant to be. Marked. Mated. Loved beyond reason. And nothing—not regret, not war, not the past—could take that from me now