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    Alpha Benjamin


    At the age of sixteen, my pack had been destroyed and taken over by rogues. Once the Alpha’s


    son, living in luxury, I became a homeless beggar. Countless times, I returned to the borders of my


    pack filled with the desire to exact revenge on every one of them. Yet, I was forced to retreat each


    time powerless, positionless, and penniless.


    Simrly, countless times I contemted ending my worthless life through suicide but I could never


    bring myself to follow through with it. Every time I considered it, the memories of the bloodshed,


    pain, and my desire for revenge for my family and pack members flooded back into my heart,


    preventing me from taking that final step.


    I was so hopeless and pathetic that it triggered a simmering anger inside me. Slowly, this anger


    piled up until it reached a boiling point, turning me into a zing volcano barely contained by a thin


    layer of something within me that I could never quite name. Perhaps it was an opportunity in


    disguise?


    For a few years, I survived in the forest living like a rogue until I encountered my soulmate, an


    ordinary she–wolf living in a pack. We instantly fell in love and she brought me back to live in her


    pack together. That’s where this whole story really began.


    It was a pack of Omegas. Every wolf, even the Alpha and Luna, were Omegas. Happiness and


    peace pervaded their home, even the lowest–ranking wolf seemed happier than me. It puzzled me


    to no end. Why, with Alpha blood coursing through my veins, did I live a life akin to that of a worm?


    Why did I possess a soulmate, food, and shelter, yet remain devoid of happiness? Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Amidst grappling with these suffocating emotions, I struck up a friendship with George Rathbone,


    the Alpha of the pack. It all began with me offering to assist him with driving and other odd jobs.


    Over the years, our friendship blossomed, growing deeper until we became best friends. We spent


    our time ying chess and sharing wine, forming a bond that transcended mere camaraderie.


    People envied me because the Alpha favored me, but it only fueled the hate festering within me.


    From our very first encounter, I loathed George. He was kind, powerful, and a genuinely good


    person. Others were drawn to his positivity, but I found it repulsive and insincere. How could a lowly


    Omega extend kindness to me? How could someone of such low status presume to give me orders


    and im the title of Alpha? He disgusted me.


    Every moment spent in his presence felt suffocating. He reminded me of the wretched rogues who


    had decimated my pack and stolen everything from me. George was no different. He didn’t deserve


    to be called


    Alpha, nor did he merit any of the privileges. Only I knew the extent of my endurance over those 14


    years, but eventually, my patience reached its breaking point.


    I couldn’t fathom how, but George somehow discovered my hidden identity as an Alpha–blood after


    all those years. The Wade Moon Pack was exclusively for Omegas, by concealing my true status I


    had vited the most sacred rule. That revtion marked the beginning of my downfall. George


    decreed that I must depart from the pack within a month.


    It was a gesture of kindness on his part not to expose my deception to the others and to allow me to


    leave quietly, with my dignity intact.


    The very idea of leaving Wade Moon drove me to madness. Over the years, I had never recognized


    George as my Alpha, and in my mind Wade Moon belonged to me. No one had the right to expel


    me from there, especially not that despicable Omega!


    Leaving Wade Moon behind for a walk, I found myself in a random deste forest where I vented


    all my anger, frustration, and disgust by screaming into the void and pounding a tree until my hands


    were numb. Little did I


    know, I wasn’t alone. By sheer coincidence, I stumbled upon a murder scene, not one perpetrated


    by an ordinary


    werewolf, but by a living monster who also happened to witness my true nature, something that no


    one else in


    the world was privy to.


    His mismatched eyes bore into me like those of a predator sizing up its prey, a sinister grin twisted


    his lips upon uncovering my secret sent shivers down my spine. There was no other option but to


    flee. I ran for my life, but I couldn’t escape the realization that while I could run from everything else,


    I couldn’t run from Dark.


    Wherever I turned, he stood before me, an ominous presence that seemed to mock my attempts to


    escape. Finally, I surrendered, dropping to my knees and pleading for my life but his response was


    unexpected.


    “Do you desire to be Alpha of that pack?” he asked.


    It was my deepest aspiration to lead the Wade Moon Pack, I couldn’t fathom leaving it as George


    had demanded. The offer was tantalizing, especially considering that all Dark asked for in return


    was a ce to reside. Witnessing his mysterious powers, I sensed he was no ordinary wolf but


    rather a formidable creature–a solution to my pent–up anger and ambition.


    Despite my fear, I brought Dark to Wade Moon with me under the guise of a nephew. With my


    soulmate away visiting her mother with our son, I found myself at an advantage. I didn’t dare


    question Dark about his ns, I was simply too scared.


    +5


    When Eloise met Dark, her reaction was unsettling, as if she could see through his facade. Of


    course, since I had lied and said he was my nephew visiting temporarily, George allowed him to


    stay. Days passed without incident, but I lived in constant fear of being exposed or expelled from


    the pack. After a week, Dark had yet to make a move, my anxiety only grew.


    All Dark ever did was wander around the pack, disappearing for hours at a time, sometimes using


    my ce like a guesthouse. I could never figure out what was going on in his mind. With each


    passing day, my frustration mounted, especially as I felt the pressure from George’s ever watchful


    eyes, a constant reminder that my time in the pack was running out. Unable to bear the weight of it


    any longer, I confronted Dark in frustration. I believed he had betrayed me, or worse, that he had


    never intended to help me at all. It seemed he had been using me, and I’d had enough.


    Searching for him, I ended up by the riverside of the pack, where I witnessed an unbelievable sight.


    Dark was with Willow. Shey on the riverbank, surrounded by a mysterious darkness, soaking wet,


    while he eyed her as if she were a delicious piece of meat. As a man, I could clearly discern the ill


    intentions behind Dark’s gaze. It suddenly dawned on me where he had been disappearing to, why


    he was still staying in Wade Moon, and what he was up to. His eyes spoke volumes.


    But I couldn’t gather the courage to confront him then, especially when Dark’s predatory gaze had


    already spotted me long ago. It felt as if I had stepped into his territory, and that territory’s name


    was Willow. Panicking, I left immediately, butter that night, I mustered the courage to confront him


    again.


    “You promised to help me be the Alpha, but you’ve yet to do anything. George is still the


    Alpha, and I’m going to be kicked out in a few days!” I used, my frustration boiling over. “All you


    do is follow that girl…”


    Normally, he spoke very little and I was used to him ignoring me. But that day, I pushed my luck,


    ignored my fear, and mistook him for some random wolf with a few magical tricks. That was my


    biggest mistake. The moment I mentioned Willow, his truly evil nature emerged, nearly killing me on


    the spot.


    His deadly grip tightened around my throat, lifting my body into the air, something impossible for


    any normal wolf to do. I was certain I was about to die.


    “You are never to call her a girl. She is not a random girl. She is mine. My mate,” he solemnly


    announced, emphasizing the significance of Willow to him.


    “But she is only 14,” I managed to get out between harsh breaths, struggling toprehend the


    situation. I had believed that he misunderstood Willow to be 17 or 18 due to her mature appearance


    and body growth. She had grown before my eyes, her rapid development misleading in many


    ways.


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    “Fourteen?” Dark’s evil smile confirmed my fears. “What destiny? I am also seventeen,” With a


    violent toss, he cast me aside, leaving me to contemte my impending fate as he promised I


    would soon be the Alpha.


    +5


    The look in his eyes conveyed his genuinemitment to helping me be Alpha. However, it


    took me hours to process the truth that the man that appeared to be in his mid–20s was actually


    only 17 years old and Willow


    was his mate?