The Wrong Alpha A Twist Of Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

What a naughty Alpha. TBC

"What happened?" "Alpha, Winter. Winter has been poisoned."

My heart raced at their intensity. “Sir, we have a problem.” The driver called out from the front seat and after another second of consuming me with his icy stare, Alpha Alexander pulled away from my body and fixed his attention to the driver. I took the opportunity to gather up my wits and drown in the miserable fact that I didn’t stand a single chance against the Alpha, especially not with the mate bond interfering in literally everything! A blush settled on my cheeks at how he’d reduced me to a stuttering mess. Dear goddess, I was so screwed.

One green. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am someone who sees. And I see your future." I took a step back. "I don't want my future told." "You will face a great calamity. Soon." My heart started beating faster. "I don't believe in prophecies." "Belief doesn't change truth." She moved closer. "If you stay with him, disaster will come." I froze. "With who?" "The Alpha. The one you love. If you remain by his side, he will suffer. Many will die."

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

Even now, even when she was the reason for this mess. That realization cut deeper than the sight. He crouched slowly beside the body, his expression hardening with every second. “What?” Lyra whispered. He pointed at the wall. Written in blood, jagged and deliberate: SHE BELONGS TO US. Fear crawled up Lyra’s spine, cold and familiar. Kael’s voice came out low and lethal. “Who are ‘they’?” No one answered. Then Damon burst in, breathing hard. “Alpha.” Kael stood instantly. “What now?”

I wasted no time in asking Tyler what she was saying; he looked at me and let out a heavy sigh. "We took the wrong way; we are in the wrong pack." Tyler disclosed. "Wait, what? I am not getting this straight; we followed the wrong way. Then where is this?" I asked with anger and frustration. Tyler looked at me and averted his gaze. "That alpha I saw is one of the strongest, and I know he recognised me. He was one of the enemies of my pack; he is different from the direction you said we were going." He said, I became confused because I never told him the Alpha we were going to save the triplets from.

Then he slowly turned back to me with a dangerous look. He lunged at me with all his strength this time, but I blocked it and slammed my fist into him. Then I aimed lower and kicked him between the legs. He gasped, curling in pain, but I didn’t stop. I hit him again until he was groaning on the floor. Breathless, I sat on his chest, pressing the dagger on his neck. “Killing Alpha Rowan was the biggest mistake of your lives. You didn’t bury a ruler—you created one. A new Alpha is here. And this one doesn’t die.”

The Beta had mentioned they were close friends, had he not? Orpheus heaved a heavy sigh and raised both his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Rest assured, she possessed no genuine desire for me, either. It appears, ultimately, that she was simply using both of us for her own diversion.” Given the direction of their conversation, my presence and feelings seemed utterly insignificant. The Alpha’s complete unawareness of the pain intensifying in my wrist was evidence enough. Before the Alpha could reply, I pulled my hand back with every ounce of strength I possessed, successfully wrenching free from his damaging grip.