The Alpha Chose Me 소설 & 이야기

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. When I spoke, my voice was calm ... too calm. “I forget nothing.” I took a step forward, my gaze sweeping across them. “You sit here in your stone chamber, quoting laws written by dead wolves who never met me. You talk about fate as if you can command it. But let me remind you who I am.” The runes beneath my feet flared white, reacting to the rise in my energy. Every breath I took carried power .... thick, raw, ancient. “I am the Alpha of Alphas,” I said, my tone echoing across the hall. “The chosen of the Lunar god. I don’t kneel to councils. I don’t take orders from voices that tremble at shadows.”

All it took was using my body. I rode him to exhaustion, and when he finally released, I took the potion. It was my ticket to the Alpha’s recognition. The next day, I arrived at the pack house, the veil covering my face, the potion securely hidden. The maids greeted me warmly, bowing their heads in reverence. They called me the chosen one. Yes, I was. I had come to meet the man I despised most in this world, the one who had destroyed everything I once held dear. The Alpha.

He took my hand and pressed it to his forehead. “I claim her,” he declared, his voice carrying over the wind. “She is the Moon’s choice. If any among you believe your judgment is higher than the Moon herself, step forward now and face your Alpha.” No one moved. Even Mr. Mario as Alexei had called him, stayed frozen.

--- The words hit like a physical force. --- Damien’s expression hardened instantly. “That’s not a choice.” --- The Alpha smiled faintly. “It was last time.” --- Aria’s breath hitched. “No.” --- But deep down— That fragment of memory… The fire. The falling. --- It whispered otherwise. --- “You chose him,” the Alpha continued. “And the world burned for it.” --- Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. --- Aria’s voice came out barely steady. “And if I choose differently?”

I said as the tears started to flow from my eyes even harder after I finally got out all my fears verbally. “My poor child, a new Alpha is on the way. One that will protect you from all evil. The thing is which Alpha will it be? Which Alpha will you chose to give your heart to? Only you can decide that. Only you can decide what your future shall be.”

I finish. “And if she is?” Talia challenges. That— That’s where it shifts. Because I don’t hesitate. Because I don’t soften it. Because I don’t give them doubt. “Then she’s mine to deal with.” The words land like a blade. Final. Absolute. Unquestionable. And for a moment— No one breathes. Because that’s the truth of it. Because that’s what being Alpha means. Because whether they like it or not— I’ve already chosen.

And the only person who made any of it bearable was lying in her room, crying because I had pushed her away. I closed my eyes. "What do you want me to do, Alpha? Do you want me to have him removed from the list?" he asked quickly. "We can deny him entry. We can—" I opened my eyes. The moon was still shining. The river was still flowing. The world had not ended. Not yet. "No." The word was quiet, but it carried the weight of a death sentence. "Let him come. Let him see what I have built. Let him see the power I hold. And let him remember what happens to those who cross me."

The Alpha yelled and I watched some of the soldiers charge for us, the girls scurried away, parting the way for them until I realized I was the only one left in the middle and before I could say anything, the men lifted me off the floor, and forced me to move closer to the crowd on the left of where Alpha Rex sat with the others. I looked down at my clothes and saw the number embroidered on it just like the one I wore back in the workstation. I gasped. I was number 7? Alpha Rex chose me? My eyes found him and that was when our eyes met again and they were still as cold and blank. Why would he choose me in such a game? Why wasn’t he helping me out of here instead? I felt pain thawing at my ch

I hadn’t even made it more than three steps before I heard my name again. “Seliene!” I stopped and turned, finding myself face-to-face with a man in a white cloak approaching swiftly. Another complication. When he reached me, he extended a hand and introduced himself as Alpha Kyle. I barely knew all the packs across the Midwest. Honestly, I hadn’t spent much of my life around pack life at all, not until my father had summoned me back into it. Still, it would have been rude to ignore him, so I offered my hand. He smiled as he took it, though his grip lingered a second too long. I could feel Ronan’s eyes burning into the side of my face.

he whispered, his voice raw, “choose. Choose me. Prove your loyalty.” My gaze darted to Rhys. His face was unreadable, but his eyes held a challenge, a silent dare. Choose me. Choose chaos. Choose the unknown. The choice felt impossible. Kieran, the Alpha, the one I was bound to, represented a suffocating control, a life I was desperate to escape. Rhys, the rebel, the dark one, offered a dangerous freedom, a path I knew nothing about. But his touch, his words, had awakened something in me that Kieran’s possessiveness could never reach.