Book 1 of Alpha Wolf: Mate Mine

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Years later.

AFTER she was allowed to grow up.

The sky was an intense blue with no cloud disrupting its infinitive magnificence, while the wind was battling with the trees surrounding the gigantic rock where Elena sat peacefully, enjoying the view of her mountains enclosing the concave valley with their wildness and immortal power. With the sun being consumed by the horizon, the girl was admiring the magical change of colours and the incoming arms of darkness.

Lounging in her pack’s backyard since she could crawl, she was raised in a paradise for wolf pups, surrounded by endless woodlands and open fields, with a family that spoiled her to the tips of her fur and a squad of friends so loyal, you would think she was already their official Alpha. The only danger ever faced was the occasional rogue attack —and even those were more like playful chases than genuine danger.

Elena knew who she was and she was gearing up to unleash her inner alpha.

“Patience is bitter, but its victory fruit is worth the hunt. A true Alpha can’t lead without it,” the Alpha of Full Moon, also known by some as her dear father, would constantly remind her in front of others. There was no point in reminding him that he didn’t even eat fruit. But when they were alone, he would change his tune, comparing the art of mastering patience to chasing a squirrel. “Frustrating at first, but when you sink your teeth into it, ah, that victory tastes sweeter than the juiciest deer. Master it, and we can go hunt together in No Man’s land.”

Little did he know, Elena had already ventured into that unclaimed land nestled among claimed territories more times than the hair he had on his alpha head.

Every superstition in the werewolf world - or at least the ones she’d heard, converged in the brambles of No Man’s land, like some sort of voracious vortex. And if there was any truth to it, Elena wanted to find out.

Black Devil was a neighbouring pack, notorious for the legendary ‘Black Alpha’, the feral Killing Machine, the Beta and the Cunning Fox, their sly Gamma.

Full Moon and Black Devil shared an extensive history of blood and tears, currently coexisting in a cold awareness of each other, with few fatalities in recent years.

Elena was proud of Full Moon, recognised for its rich territory with its cheerful members, and for its compassion and reciprocating respect. Despite this, its history was not perfect either...some brutalities and assassinations had also occurred.

After all, it is a rough world where respect is gained by violence and blood shed.

Her father, the current Alpha, had always had zero tolerance towards trespassing and did not believe in the concept of forgiveness: once his trust was lost, it would be forever. Besides that, when people were in need, Alpha Giacomo and the Luna, Elena’s delightful mother, provided warm shelter and protection, fighting against unfairness and injustice.

Black Devil was on an entirely different level.

Elena shivered thinking about their inhumane training... such as living in the most wretched conditions for a significant amount of time, without food or other basic survival necessities. Only with their own recently born wolf-side.

Apparently, the higher their rank, the more brutal the “training” became. She remember tales whispered in hushed tones under the cover of darkness.

How their Gamma at the tender age of 10 was sent to slaughter rogues, bears and other lesser predators sniffing around the borders. Or the quiet Beta, with marked skin that told a tale of its own, and a red-eyed wolf that certainly could growl and silence a whole pack.

And then there was the Alpha’s heir, groomed to rule, abandoned for a year long before his first shifting in the heart of the Alakasian Mountains - considered to be the wildest, most dangerous and inaccessible place on earth. There, storms and ice were ever present, among starving beasts and wild wolves lurking in every sunless corner.

The former Alpha didn’t allow his own son to have a single tool, weapon or even a piece of fabric, as he was tossed there totally naked ~ only with his instincts and Alpha blood.

When this so-called father returned years later, he found his son in his wolf form as leader of an odd pack formed of rogues and real wolves. The boy’s wolf was already as massive as the rogues’ ones, at such a young age.

The black beast had a mammoth set of fangs and cold dark blue eyes, like the colour of the icy storms thrashing in those remote territories forgotten by the Goddess.

The tales of the Black Devil Alpha’s son had continued during her childhood, becoming increasingly stained with blood. Some lunatic elder of her pack declared that he was only eating raw meat from creatures still breathing, and parents referred to him him as the boogeyman to scare the children that weren’t behaving well.

Elena figured the rumours might have been exaggerated to prevent her and the pups from sneaking over to the Black Devil pack’s border to spy on sevage offsprings.

Especially after Elena’s little cousin had mysteriously disappeared. There were rumours that Black Devil patrol had killed the little girl simply because she crossed the border accidentally. Some folks were sure they had eaten her alive.

The Black Devil Alpha at the time had always denied the horrid act and clarified that nobody cared about a little pup. The most plausible truth was that rogues had kidnapped little Marica and god knows what else those rats did to the poor soul.

Marica, her beloved cousin and an innocent child, was always following Elena around as children.

The pain was still raw within Elena.

Silently crying for the umpteenth time, the memory and wounds felt fresh, even after several moons had passed since her disappearance.

When more tears stung her red cheeks, the girl recognised the familiar scent of Herculi, her pet/ lone wolf that she had adopted. Or he had adopted her, it wasn’t clear.

At first, it was difficult for her father to allow her to stay with the giant wolf who refused to shift back to his human form, and with whom you couldn’t communicate in any language, not even through mind link.

It was like he had completely rejected his human side. Elena couldn’t shake the feeling that something really awful must’ve happened in his past, something so cruel that it made his human side shut down, letting his wolf instincts take over... maybe even putting his human side to hibernate for good.

Elena stroked Herculi with affection.

“Hey, my friend.″ She whispered.

“These mountains always bring back bitter memories.″

Herculi barked at some movements in the nearby rocks and disappeared suddenly with a huge jump. Elena did not even bother, knowing that Herculi had always been hyperactive. Some moments later he returned with a huge rabbit on his mouth, she chuckled softly, imagining her own mate in his wolf form bringing her animals to eat.

She couldn’t visualise what her mate would look like. Two things were certain: he wasn’t from her very large territory or her school. Speaking of school, hers had been temporarily commandeered as refugee camp, for all the rogues and pack members that escaped Lord Skull’s territory and surroundings.

The crazed wolf, Ciro, Alpha of the Lord Skull pack, lost his mate for unknown reasons and turned feral, mistreating his pack members and ignoring his Alpha duties. Some time after the disappearance of his mate, his son and future Alpha was murdered. It was the final straw: Alpha Ciro had entered the realm of madness, with no return ticket.

And so, the bittersweet saga concluded with Alpha Giacomo’s gracious offer to shelter all displaced pack members seeking refuge and stability. However, with limited space to accommodate such a large community, the only viable option was Full Moon High School.

Ultimately, it was decided that the senior class of Full Moon students would have to relocate temporarily.

The Alpha announced that he had secured enrollment for them in a new school: Redwood High. Situated on the outskirts, adjacent to the territory of the formidable Black Devil Pack, to be exact.

And tomorrow just so happened to be the very first day.