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I gripped my fist tightly and looked down, trying so hard to hold in the tears that were threatening to pour out. My father was dead along with my brothers. We lost the war. I lost everything. “Good,” the dark-haired man muttered, and my head jerked up. Rage rushed through me and a gasp escaped my lips. He turned and looked at me, his eyes filled with a sinister delight. “Your Alpha is dead, how do you feel about that?” He muttered. The rage in me turned into fear and my jaw dropped. “What?” I gasped. “Burnt dress, blood, cuts, and burns…and you want me to believe you ran from rogues?” The silver-haired Alpha muttered as he trod closer.

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

“They could’ve sent him a corpse and it would’ve had more worth.” “She looks diseased,” a girl hissed. “What if she infects the Alpha with whatever filth clings to her skin?” Of course, I probably looked sick as I hadn't eaten anything good in months and I was locked in a dungeon. “The Alpha is a god among men,” a soft voice whispered, almost reverently. “And they sent him this? It’s insulting. He should feel offended.” “I bet he won’t even finish with her,” another said coldly. “He’ll take one look, see the dirt on her skin, and walk away. Maybe slit her throat just for wasting his time.”

Karina murmured and got up from her position, crawling toward the novel. Karina opened the book and started reading it. All the stories in the book were real-life experiences. Suddenly, Karina remembered a story that particularly interested her, the story about werewolves. "If Scarlett wrote the story based on her experiences, then Viggo is the Alpha figure mentioned in this story... And he has a deep wound from his past because his father died and his mother and sister were killed in front of him," Karina mumbled.

"Strip! I want to see the colors of your pussies." The quivering shewolves shared a very quick glance at themselves, and immediately obeyed the Alpha by hastily peeling off their clothes. By then, the ruthless Alpha with a face as hard as a rock, but handsome, sadly, yanked down his pants, and while fishing for his manhood, his crazy eyes never wavered on those poor girls that would soon be murdered by Alpha Thorien's cock. . .

But nobody cared to see, nobody paid me any attention. But Alpha Kael wasn't done either. He yanked his pet up by her hair, his hands ripped through her clothes, exposing her bare hips for all to see. I shrunk back instinctively, my hands flying to my mouth. Burned into her skin, was a scar, running from her bellybutton horizontally disappearing at the small of her back, was a cruel and jagged words “ALPHA KAEL PET”. The brand glowed faintly against her old scars. The room gasped, and many chuckled in twisted amusement.

“Father! Won't you say anything? Please show them. Show them what this devil did to us.” Alpha Nikolas slowly stepped forward. He didn’t rush, he didn’t shout. His movements alone drew the room’s attention. Everyone went quiet again as he reached for his hoodie, pulling it off completely. Then, without hesitation, he tugged his shirt over his head, and— Everyone screamed in shock. His body was covered in scars. From his shoulders, across his chest, and all the way down his back—deep, burned marks that told a story of pain and betrayal. Frances stumbled backward, her hand covering her mouth. “Oh my God…” she whispered.

His bright predatory yellow eyes, the color of the sun, staring down at me, causing the tiny hairs on my arms to stand at attention. At that moment, it seemed everything faded away and it was just us. He wore a scarlet colored designer shirt, tucked in at the front and left at the back. Only a few men could pull off that kind of style and still look classy. He left the first three buttons opened, showing off part of his chiseled chest, a trace of dark hair leaving less to the imagination. I tore my gaze from ogling him, to stare right back at his obscenely beautiful face. This was not how I expected the Cruel Alpha to look like. I have never felt such raw and powerful emotions before. Even m

Desperation. A scout entered the tent and immediately dropped to one knee, panting helplessly. “My Alpha,” he said breathlessly, “the girl has left the mansion.” That made me smile. Finally. “She travels east with a small group,” he continued. “The Alphas are with her.” Of course they were. Still clinging to her. Still pretending they could shield her from what she was becoming. “You’ve done well,” I said calmly. The scout bowed lower before quickly retreating from the tent.

But a scar on the neck was so vague and common. A lot of Alpha’s acquired scars from battle, especially on the neck since it's a lethal weak spot for werewolves. She knew pointing him out would be just as hard as telling a tamaskan different from a wolf. But she had to find him. She couldn't abort this part of the mission no matter how bad she wanted to. According to the goddess, this alpha was the only one who could save her from herself. She got a glimpse of it 2 nights ago. It felt like she was going to die when the heat spread all throughout her.