The White Alpha’s Destiny

Chapter 14 : The pack betrayal

Aria had memorized the rhythm of the guards.

Kristoff believed a locked door and velvet words were enough to keep her contained. He underestimated desperation.

The castle was quieter at night. Torches burned lower. Footsteps echoed slower. She had watched. Counted. Waited.

Tonight, she ran.

Bare feet on cold stone. Heart pounding but controlled. She moved through corridors she had studied from behind lowered lashes. Down the servant stairwell. Through the west arch where the iron gate didn’t fully close.

She reached the outer courtyard.

Freedom was only yards away.

And then she walked straight into someone.

The impact nearly sent her backward, but steady hands caught her shoulders.

“I wondered how long it would take you,” the woman said calmly.

Aria froze.

The woman standing before her was older, silver hair braided down her back, eyes sharp and strangely luminous. She wore no guard markings. No fear. No urgency.

“You’re the Seer,” Aria said quietly.

“Yes.”

Aria stepped back immediately.

“Did Kristoff send you?”

The Seer tilted her head. “I don’t need to be sent anywhere. I go where destiny shifts.”

“I’m not staying here,” Aria said, trying to move past her.

“You can run,” the Seer replied softly, “but you cannot outrun what you are.”

Aria’s body stiffened.

“I don’t know what you think I am.”

“I think,” the Seer said, voice lowering, “that you are the last living descendant of the White Alpha bloodline. The blood that predates every pack. The blood that commands obedience from wolf and vampire alike.”

Aria laughed once, sharp and hollow. “You’re insane.”

“Am I?”

The Seer stepped closer.

“You’ve felt it. The strength that comes without training. The way wolves hesitate around you. The way vampires cannot read you fully. The rage that doesn’t feel human.”

Aria’s breathing changed.

She hated that the words struck something inside her.

“You were not born to serve a king,” the Seer continued. “You were born to end them.”

The courtyard seemed smaller.

“What do you want?” Aria asked.

“To help you,” the Seer replied smoothly. “You have no idea how powerful you are. With control, you could dominate every clan—wolves and vampires alike. No one would cage you again. Not Kristoff. Not Ryker.”

The mention of Ryker made her chest tighten.

“I don’t want domination.”

“That is because you are still thinking like prey.”

The Seer’s gaze sharpened.

“Close your eyes.”

Aria didn’t move.

“Close them,” the Seer repeated, voice shifting deeper, layered, almost echoing.

Against her will, Aria’s eyes lowered.

“Feel your pulse. Beneath it. There is something older. Bigger.”

Aria felt it.

A vibration beneath her ribs.

A pressure coiling in her spine.

“Don’t fight it,” the Seer whispered. “Let it stretch.”

Heat exploded through Aria’s veins.

Her knees buckled.

For one terrifying second, she felt something behind her consciousness…vast, white, and enormous.

Not a wolf.

Something more.

It opened glowing silver eyes inside her mind.

Aria gasped.

The courtyard trembled.

The torches flickered violently.

The Seer smiled.

“Yes,” she whispered. “There you are.”

And then everything went black.