Novel & Cerita The Alpha Who Faked A Broken Wolf

But I had nothing to offer her, nothing but the remnants of a shattered heart and a relentless darkness that refused to be tamed. As soon as Lyla left, I called a meeting of my pack. We had important matters to discuss, matters that would determine the fate of our pack and the world we lived in. As Alpha, it was my duty to lead and protect them, and I would do so with the same ferocity that had earned me the title of the Broken Alpha. As the pack members gathered in the meeting hall, I could sense their unease. They could feel the storm brewing, the tension building beneath the surface of our fragile peace. My Beta, Cole, stood beside me, his expression unreadable, but I knew he shared my co

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

Helena revealed she'd once been a professional dancer, Jamie admitted to being afraid of butterflies, and even quiet Vera shared that she'd once met a famous movie star at a coffee shop. When it came to my turn, I hesitated. "Come on, Aurora," Jamie encouraged. "Your turn." "Okay. One: I can't swim. Two: I've never been outside pack territory until this week. Three: I once punched an Alpha in the face." The group erupted in laughter. "The swimming thing has to be the lie," Helena said. "Most wolves are natural swimmers." "I think the Alpha punching story is fake," Ruth countered. "You seem too gentle for that kind of violence."

" I had never seen Kenny lose control like this in public. In front of me, he was always the untouchable Alpha everyone admired. This frantic, openly provocative version of him didn't match his usual aloofness and composure at all. The warriors began whispering among themselves when they saw Kenny. "Isn't that the Alpha from the southern territory? He actually challenged our Alpha?" "Yeah! Everyone knows he's always claimed no Alpha in the entire werewolf realm could compare to him. But from what he said, he's clearly wary of Lucas." "Hey, isn't that she-wolf up there his former Beta and ex-mate? With how big that scandal got, did he come all this way just to pursue her?"

' He snaps. 'War it is!' I say, growling. 'War it is then!' Alpha Zenith yells as he walks back to his warriors. He shifts into an ugly, large, grey wolf. His ear is missing, and he is worn and ragged. I shift into my black wolf and let out a howl, signalling war. In wolf form, my warriors charge toward Alpha Zenith's warriors. I lose sight of him and charge toward the others, attacking us, crashing into them, and biting any area of fur exposed to me.

A rumble shook the ground—deep and ancient, like something stretching after centuries of confinement. Then a voice vibrated through the air. Not loud. But everywhere. Around us, inside us, under the soil. “Bring her. Complete her. Open.” The Alpha God. The First Wolf. Speaking through the crack. Speaking through her. I surged forward, but Lucian’s arm blocked me. “No closer,” he warned. “If you touch her now, he’ll take you too.” “Good,” I snarled, trying to shove past. “He’ll have to go through me.”

I growl at the man Dimitri still holds. The man smiles, blood pooling from his mouth. "Our Alpha." He laughs. A female can't be an alpha. No one would follow her. Except she's got her fighters going again. Everyone moves as the man laughs. Their fighters shift, attacking my fighters again. Why would these men follow a she wolf? I don't wait around for answers. Instead, I follow my men chasing the she wolf.

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.

As Alpha Kael returned home, his grandmother awaited him with urgency. She had intended to discuss the unfair contract he had signed, but before she could, the news exploded with a scandalous headline: Alpha Kael had forcefully assulted a young wolf, killing her and disposing of her body. The accusations were false, but the rival's manipulative words fueled the outrage.