Ruins Of Alph の小説・ストーリー

"Alpha, I am not a rogue. I have lived in your territory for four years, working in a tavern the entire time. I've never caused problems and have only worked for food and board." A silence filled the air when he finished speaking, everyone heard the message behind his words. He had been here for years and nobody noticed him, which meant enemy packs could easily do the same. The Alpha paced back and forth in front of his seat, freezing when his daughter stepped forward. Shaun could see her black hair touched her elbow as she descended the stairs towards him. She wore a dark gray dress that complimented her hair and eyes, falling just below her knees. He was mesmerized by her as she approached

"They have a job to do. They will be more focused on what they need to be doing rather than looking down in a ditch for people. Now, if Alphas were with them, then I'd worry." Brooke shook her head and they continued their walk north. When the sun peeked just below the cloud cover, they started entering the ruins of civilization. The drain pipe was more of a path than a pipe now from years of decay. The ruins started out as small squares the size of houses with some almost fully intact. As they continued on, the buildings grew taller and packed tighter. The double-tracked monorail ducked down below off to the right, taking its own path and the broken double-decker road broke into many sectio

He chuckles down the link. I shut it off and connect with Zaire. “Remove the Beta. He is not the male he stated to be. He will not be good for young Alpha Lucas.” “Yes, Alpha.” I slowly step out of the shadows and come face to face with the new young Alpha. He has fear skim his eyes, but he stands up tall in front of me. I nod my head a little and then move on through the shed. “Raphael, take note of all the rogues and pack wolves. This will need a similar clean out that WarriorMind did.”

Bringing her bruised hand upward, she rubbed two fingers on side of her head. Whimpering with each movement, she sat up in fetal position, resting the back of her head against the wall, feeling the world rotating each second. Her eyes watered, seeing visible bruises on her both wrists, testifying how she was cuffed like an animal last night. She lifted her hand to rub the swollen bruise on her forehead only to find the spot damped with ointment. What was the point of this? After destroying her what was he trying to prove? Her irises lowered and traced the marks on most parts of her body, mocking her ruination.

"His Grace. His Majesty. The King of the West, Alpha of all Alphas, Alpha King Alaric Leontius Valerian has been injured in the battle field!" "Make way, get the infirmary ready!" Voices continued yelling, in haste and urgency. "Oh goddess!" Exclaims filled the air. The kitchen soon turned upside down, everyone trying to run out of the kitchen at the same time, pushing one another, others were falling while some stepped on them to get through. But me? I didn't move. I couldn't move. Did I just hear right? Alpha King Alaric got injured? The Monster of the West? The very reason why I am here, disguised as an omega slave, the one who has a reason to wear a veil?

The old tower was no longer recognizable. The ruins were covered with black, pulsating veins that dug deep into the ground, like the roots a cancer ulcer. In the middle was the Alpha queen. She had both hands deep in the rock under the destroyed foundation. Red energy waves pulsated in concentric circles away from her while she tried the sleeping, golden Awareness of Elora from the core. Raven entered the square. His step was silent, but the presence of Project Azilla

Rhydian told me everything. I stayed silent, letting his words roll through the firelight. He didn’t hem or haw, didn’t gloss anything over. The story was flat, orderly, worn smooth by repeating. The Alpha system, he said, was only four hundred years old. Not the slow-built tradition most of us believe, but something thrown together in one generation by an Elder council, right after the last time the Bloodmoon Mark appeared.

“I’m Cassiopeia, and you all are?” They all look at Colt. “Alpha Turner,” the quiet older one says. The vocal old Alpha speaks up. “Alpha Holmes.” “Alpha Duke,” the young one says. “Then it is nice to make your acquaintance,” I say. “I am sure it is for you, to be in the presence of real Alphas. We’ve all heard the stories of your dysfunctional family.” “Then we are all dysfunctional here. Two old men who are nearly at death’s door but too stubborn to pass down the baton, and a young man who most likely was just recently weaned from breastfeeding.”

[REINITIALIZATION COMPLETE] [SOUL INTEGRITY: STABLE] [REINCARNATION TYPE: REGRESSION — PARTIAL MEMORY LOCK] Alpha opened his eyes. Stone ceiling. Cold air. A younger body. Smaller hands. Weaker heartbeat. His wolf was silent. His fangs dull. His blood thin and restless. He sat up slowly. “What was taken from me,” he said, voice calm, “and by whom.” The system paused. Not out of mercy. Out of calculation. [QUERY ACCEPTED] [COMPILING LOSSES…] Symbols burned behind his eyes. Not memories—records. [LOSS 001: TRUE ALPHA DOMINION — SEALED]