Wakfu Yugo X Amalia 소설 & 이야기

At the center of the group was a figure Olivia recognized immediately Amelia’s lieutenant, a wolf named Kieran. “Well, well,” Kieran drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “The Alpha and his precious Luna. How touching.” Ralph stepped forward, his posture radiating authority. “You’re trespassing, Kieran. Leave now, or face the consequences.” Kieran smirked. “Oh, I’m not here to fight. Not yet, anyway. I’m just delivering a message.” Ralph’s eyes narrowed. “What message?” “Amelia sends her regards,” Kieran said with a grin. “And she wants you to know that she’s ready. Are you?”

"The broken king of the South. You stand there with fractured ribs and an empty wolf core, pretending you can protect anything. You couldn't even protect your own lineage from a few cheap lies. You do not command me." He bypassed Duncan entirely, pointing a massive, clawed finger directly at Amora. "I did not come for your land, Alonso. And I did not come for the timber of the Wayne pack. I came for her. The White Dire Wolf." Amora felt a cold shiver run down her spine, but she refused to hide. She stepped out from behind Duncan's shadow, her emerald eyes burning with her own fierce light. "I am not a prize to be claimed, Malphas. I belong to no one."

“It doesn’t matter. I am rejecting you.” My wolf howls. A desperate, agonized sound that shakes through my entire being. “I should have known,” Mira Westwood sneers, her saccharine voice dripping with poison. “You really thought he’d want you?” Laughter ripples through the crowd. The pitying glances. The smug smirks. I can feel their judgment, their cruel amusement—watching, waiting, drinking in my misery like it’s their evening entertainment. I am the Alpha’s first rejected mate in over a century.

Warriors at the border shifted into their wolves, howling warnings that split the dawn. I stood at the center of the pack square as the alarm bells rang. "Warriors to formation!" I bellowed. "Healers, prepare the infirmary! Luna Riya is to be guarded at all times!" The fog reached the border and hissed against the runes. For a moment, the symbols glowed bright white—resisting. But then, a shriek pierced the air. A figure emerged from the mist. Ama. Her hair was longer, streaked with silver and black, her eyes glowing with a demonic red. Behind her stood three witches, cloaked in bone and shadow.

"The hybrid known as Amaya Vega." I flinched at the word threat. "She is not just a wolf," Alejandro continued. "She is a product of a lab. She is a weapon built by our enemies. And now, she carries three more weapons inside her." "She is a mate to the heirs!" one elder shouted. "The bond is sacred!" Alejandro slammed his hand on the table. "The bond was faked! We have proof that the facility picked our sons. They wanted the strongest blood to mix with their monster. This isn't fate. It’s science."

She stood proudly again and said, looking at me with her miserable appearance and thin body, "I am Jenny Anderson, daughter of Alpha Anderson from the Golden Sun Pack, and I reject you, Alpha Dragon." I smiled mockingly. Does she think that by rejecting me, I would accept her even if she were my mate? Alpha Dragon is never rejected, no matter what happens. So I shouted, "I am Alpha Dragon from the Blue Moon Pack, and I reject you, Jenny." Yes, I rejected her, but she won't go away. She will just be a whore I use for my pleasure, even if it means burning her entire pack to have her.

Damascus shifted protectively beside Amara, “Who are you?” The woman didn’t look away from Amara. “I was once called Aiyana. Alpha of Alphas. The First Gold Wolf. And the reason they buried the truth beneath ash and silence.” Amara’s breath caught, “You are real.” “I am real,” Aiyana said, stepping from the crystal as if gravity didn’t apply to her. Her feet didn’t make a sound. Her body glowed with quiet power, “And so are you, child of my blood. You are not a shadow of me. You are the return of what was lost.”

Mark sat on the side of the bed and introduced himself, “Hi mate. My name is Alpha Mark Robins of the Moon Touched pack.” Tilting her head to the side, Talon giggled, “Look Amara, my mate talks. Does yours?” Amara laughed at her sister’s words before answering, “I don’t know. He just sits there staring at me with those purple eyes like I have two heads.” “Maybe you should introduce yourself and shake his hand,” Talon suggested. Sticking her right hand out, Amara quietly said, “I am Amara Nisga’a of the White Wolf clan. I am from Alaska.”

"I'm the one who—" The man kicked my hand away in disgust. "How dare you address our Alpha by his name." Alpha? Domine? "Domine Ashford is the great Alpha of our Moonlight Pack, and I am Lucas, his Gamma." His words hit me like a sledgehammer. "What Alpha?" I stared at him. "Domine is just a Delta warrior!" "Wake up, Halen," Lucas sneered, dragging me away. "The Alpha has been posing as an ordinary Delta for three years just to get close to you and get revenge for Ella."

Unusually, I felt dizzy post-teleportation, an experience I'd never had before. Upon arrival, I saw that the Pack's area was beautifully decorated. Members were dressed in their finest attire, radiating excitement. I noticed Alice waving energetically at me, holding Zendaya, her daughter. James, Alice's husband, was beside her. Ella Hart, the dragon queen, and Darcus, the dragon king, were present, though their son was noticeably absent. "You look simply stunning," Alice remarked. "I second that," Ella added, her eyes appraising me. "You seem different, more radiant. It's as if happiness has found you again."