Shifted Fate: The Alpha Begs Me Back Mga Nobela at Kwento

] The Alpha Of Alphas rose slowly to his feet and faced the training ground once more, ignoring the tears streaming down his face as he stared at the lifeless form lying there. "You have asked a question, My Beta..." He spoke softly. "Fate is when you've spent forty years without a Mate and when the Luna Goddess decides to give you a Mate she gives you a Tiger and not just any Tiger your enemy as a Mate, that is fate, My Beta." A new voice came from behind him. The Alpha Of Alphas turned, expecting someone else, a stranger, another Alpha perhaps. Instead, he found a small child staring at him with large grey eyes filled with curiosity and a burning taste for revenge. He looked so much like h

“The Beta of the Blackthorn Pack, you know him. Loyal bloodline, strong leadership. His only daughter rejected her bond years ago. She’s unmated and she’s willing.” Zyon’s jaw clenched. “You’re suggesting I take someone who rejected her destined mate and pretend that’s the same?” “That’s not how this works.” “Sometimes,” Jettson said evenly, “that’s exactly how it works. Alliances hold packs together. Not wishes. Not fairy tales. Survival depends on strategy.” Zyon's fists curled at his sides. “I’m not a pawn in some political arrangement.” “You’re an Alpha,” Jettson replied, rising from his seat. “Which means your personal desires come second to the survival of your people. I’ve invited the

“I can help you through this, through your transition. But you’re going to have to do something in my favour.” “I’m not making a deal with an immortal,” I tell him. I’ll break out of here myself. Maybe he shouldn’t have given me such a fit, strong body. He will suffer from it. Why am I so angry? “Some would argue that’s the only way to get through life,” Fate says, the smile on his face making me sick. He’s enjoying this, seeing me sitting here, powerless. I know how immortals feel about Alphas. Am I even an Alpha anymore, or did Chase steal that from me too. “Now, would you like me to tell you what you are in exchange for your complete compliance.”

“Come forward.” My heart leaped into my throat as I stepped hesitantly through the sea of pack members. For a brief, fleeting moment, a flicker of hope ignited within me. Could they possibly be acknowledging my birthday? Was it too much to dream that they might wish me well, even if just for show? But that hope was snuffed out the moment the Alpha spoke again. “Shift.” I blinked, confusion washing over me. “I, I don’t understand,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. “Why do I have to shift in front of everyone?”

Does he… does he like me? “Well, I’m off to school now. Bye!” I grabbed my bag, needing desperately to escape the intensity of his presence, and hurried out, waving my hands behind me as I fled. 🐺 Alpha’s Return and a Mate’s Betrayal Shifters Academy was buzzing. The energy was electric, vibrating with the news that Alpha Liam Gravens, the epitome of Alpha perfection, was back. He was the subject of every whispered fantasy, including my own. But my heart, foolishly, was bound to his younger brother, Noah Gravens, the Gamma-in-waiting.

Promises to find my mate, to rewrite my destiny. Little did I know that the wheels of fate had already been set in motion and that salvation was waiting just beyond the horizon. In the darkest moments, a glimmer of hope emerged, a flickering light that would lead me to Alec Kingman, the enigmatic alpha king whose path would intertwine with mine in ways I could never have foreseen. Days turned into weeks, and the relentless cycle of torment continued unabated. One night, as I huddled in my corner, nursing my wounds, the creaking of the cell door drew my attention. My heart skipped a beat as a figure stepped into the dimly lit room.

Forced, early shifts are a rare occurrence, only happening when an Alpha shifts, without their pack, or their ranked members. The Alpha wolf will call forward the candidates, whether or not they’ve had their first shift. If the human is lucky enough to survive, they have the chance of becoming a Beta or Gamma. If I am shifting right now, it means Elle is an Alpha, MY Alpha. “Please stop,” I whimper, as my vision darkens and static fills my ears. “You’re killing us!” I’m unsure the words are being said aloud, or only in my tormented mind. At that moment, my back arches, the bones breaking along the vertebrae.

If she couldn't, then I'd seek other solutions instead of letting the woman I love perish at the hands of this power. I stood on the platform to address the gathered wolves, whom I could feel their tether to the moon. Tonight, the goddess would weave the mate bonds, wolves would either accept or reject their mates. Either way, I already knew my fate with Frey. I didn't care about the mating bond because the bond I felt with her was extraordinary. “Wolves of Night Shade. Today is the second shift under the full moon since the Elders crowned me Alpha. Let out your wolves for a run! Let us move into the night.” I announced as my eyes gained their red glow. I went on all fours and fur ripped fro

I lean my head much closer, basically closing the small space between us, our lips just inches apart, eyes baring into each other's souls. “…or is it because you fear what you might do?” Her body stiffens and we remain in that position for what felt like an eternity until she finally replies, giving me something I wasn’t expecting. “No, It is not because I fear what I meant to do. But yes, it is because I fear the Alpha.” “Really?” She smirks. “But I don’t fear him for what he will do to me, I fear him for what he will do to you. If you find you here with me like this, he will probably have your head on his spike. Not caring that you are his brother.”

As if she were seeing through me rather than at me. “You’re too late,” she said softly. I jolted awake, my heart racing, sweat staining my shirt. A loud bang reverberated through the room. I staggered to the door and flung it open. There was a messenger there, as white and breathless. "Alpha," he said. "You need to see this." He proffered a length of fabric. Torn. Familiar.