The Reborn Hybrid: The Revenge Saga

Prologue Four powerful kingdoms overlay the land of Vista, each one vying for control and supremacy over the others. The Bradd, the Sardis, the North Pole, and The Bilal, all engaged in an intense and brutal war, with each kingdom determined to expand its territory at the expense of its neighbors. Of the four, the Bradd kingdom was the most feared and strongest, with a formidable army of fierce warriors who were renowned for their fighting skills and tactics. Following closely behind was Sardis, a powerful kingdom with a proud and noble tradition, whose soldiers fought with bravery and honor. However, the North Pole kingdom, once a proud and prosperous land, was left vulnerable and weak after the death of its Alpha and Beta, who had been killed in a fierce battle. This loss left the kingdom in disarray, without a leader to guide them in their time of need. To make matters worse, tragedy struck when the daughter of Alpha Julius of Sardis was killed by Arlem, the son of Alpha Arthur, in the heat of battle. This event only served to further escalate the tensions and deepen the animosity between the two kingdoms. Despite the loss of so many brave warriors on both sides, the Bradd kingdom ultimately emerged victorious and began to extend its rule over the North Pole, absorbing its territory and expanding its power. As the dust settled and the war came to an end, the kingdoms were left to assess the damage and mourn their losses. However, for some, the end of the war only marked the beginning of a new battle. The Luna of the Sardis kingdom, grieving over the loss of her daughter, was filled with rage and a deep desire for revenge. She vowed to avenge her daughter's death at any cost, and began to plot and plan her revenge, seeking out allies and resources to aid her in her quest for justice. Meanwhile, Renzo, the son of the Alpha of Sardis, filled with a burning anger, was equally determined to seek revenge for his sister's death, Jane Sardis. He has deep intentions to rule the four kingdoms in the future as he believes his father is too weak for an Alpha. But legends hold that only the holder of the 'Bathury Seal' can successfully have total authority over the four kingdoms. As they both plotted and planned, their eyes turned towards the Bradd kingdom, who they believed was responsible for the death of their loved ones. ****** Crimson quarters, The Bradds "I won't spare you this time" a male voice promised, as he was already pumped up for the big game. All in the rush of adrenaline, it was becoming difficult to stop now as her lips were soft and full, irresistible and magnetic, beckoning Arlem closer with its magic, promising a world of passion and desire. The heat of their intense intimacy spread through their bodies like wildfire, making their hearts race and their breath quicken. "Go slowly on me, please" a female voice filed her utmost request, as she moved her hands around Arlem's bare chest before turning towards his pelvic region. Unmoved by the request, burned up with intense passion, his hands found their way to her face, his fingers running through her hair as he drew her closer. His body is ready for some actions. The bed felt the impact of their affection as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper, as their tongues danced in a passionate embrace. All coverings removed, unclad by the gentle elements that pervaded the entire room, Arlem's hands did a tour around the well-sculptured body before him, starting with the two perfectly sized mammary glands. His professional touches on them made Alexis yearn for more, letting out intimate sounds at intervals. His mouth and his fingers resumed duty as they cornered and filled up the spaces between her beautiful thighs, doing great justice to her wet longings, with every thrust leveled with the goal of stimulating the ultimate satisfaction possible. "Yes, yes…" Alexis' voice splits between pain and pleasure, her soul and body totally soaked in. n*****s pointed, heart racing, blood running, all she wanted next was her mate's unrestrained entrance into her damp cubicle. Suddenly, all actions came to a rapid halt, unfortunately disrupted by an unsolicited loud sound. It was a knock on the door. "Prince Arlem" a voice called out from outside the room." "Go away!" he commanded. "Prince Arlem, It's Ray. I have a message from your father." Arlem's face turned red in an instant. That was the last person he would love to hear his voice in a peculiar time like this. His presence preaches only one message: work. Arlem groaned inwardly, not wanting to be disturbed, but he knew better than to ignore a summons from his father, especially from a delta werewolf like Ray, his father's greatest loyalist. Ray could do anything at his father's command. Yes! Anything. "Alright, Ray," he called out, getting up from the bed. "Give me a moment." He quickly pulled on some clothes, and Alexis watched him with a small smile on her face. "Go on," she said. "I'll be here when you come back." Arlem smiled back at her, feeling grateful for her understanding. He walked over to the door and opened it, finding Ray standing on the other side. "What does my father want?" he asked, trying to hide his annoyance. "He needs to speak with you urgently," Ray said, looking a little uncomfortable. "He's waiting for you at the council chamber." Arlem nodded, feeling a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. He knew that urgent matters only came up when there was trouble in the pack, and he hoped that it wasn't anything too serious. "Thanks, Ray," he said, before turning back to Alexis sitting on the bed. "I have to go see my father. I'll be back as soon as I can." Alexis nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Be careful," she said. "I'll be waiting for you." Arlem smiled at her once more, feeling a surge of love and warmth. He then followed Ray to the council chamber, his mind racing with worry and anticipation. ******** Alpha Arthur sat on his throne, which was carved out of a large, ancient tree stump. The wood was smooth and polished, and it gleamed in the soft light that filtered in through the windows. The throne was situated at the center of the great hall, which was spacious and well-lit. The walls were made of thick logs, and the ceiling was high and vaulted, allowing plenty of fresh air to circulate. The day was warm and sunny, and a gentle breeze blew through the open windows, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly-cut grass. The birds sang outside, their melodious voices filling the air with joy and vitality. He was deep in thought, staring off into the distance, when a young man entered the council chamber, with a curious face mixed with a distinctive aura of authority and confidence. "Father, you sent for me" Arlem voiced. "Oh, Arlem," Alpha Arthur said, finally breaking the silence. "Here you are" Arthur said as he redressed his sitting posture with his hands resting on the arms of the polished throne. "I have an important task for you." Arlem's ears perked up at the mention of a task, eager to prove himself to his father and the pack again. "What is it, father?" Arlem asked, his eyes wide with excitement. "Our colony in the east has been experiencing some difficulties, the North Pole wolf pack precisely," Alpha Arthur said. "Food shortages, shelter issues, and other problems have left some of them struggling to survive." Arlem nodded, understanding the severity of the situation. The pack's survival depended on the health and wellbeing of its members, and it was their duty as leaders to ensure that their needs were met. "But it's not just the practical issues that concern me," Alpha Arthur continued. "Some of them have been expressing their dissatisfaction with my leadership." Arlem's eyes widened in surprise. His father was a strong leader, loved and respected by the pack. How could anyone be dissatisfied with his leadership? "What do they mean?" Arlem asked, his voice laced with confusion. "We've done so much for them" he continued, trying not to get upset. Arlem is a strong and respected leader in the Bradds wolf pack. A rare combination of his father and mother's leadership traits: beauty and authority; compassion and wisdom; firmness, valor and dutifulness. He is so disciplined that a delta warrior was locked up for days because he left his duty post to steal from a family's house during one of the pack's annual ceremonies. "I fear that I may have become so focused on protecting our pack and ensuring our survival that I may have neglected their needs," Alpha Arthur explained. "So, what do you think, father?" Arlem asked, eager to find a solution. "We need to show them that we are here for them," Alpha Arthur said, his voice firm but compassionate. Alpha Arthur was a werewolf of great strength and power, with a commanding presence that inspired both respect and fear among his pack. As the leader of the Bradds kingdom, he had faced many struggles and challenges, most especially from his childhood friend, the cruel Alpha Julius of the Sardis kingdom, but he had always managed to emerge victorious, thanks to his unwavering determination and his unmatched fighting skills. But despite his formidable reputation, Alpha Arthur was also known for his compassion and empathy. He cared deeply for the wolves under his rule, and he made a point of listening to their concerns and needs, even when it meant making difficult decisions or sacrifices. Arlem nodded, understanding the gravity of his father's words. They needed to show their pack that they cared, that they were willing to do whatever it took to make things right. "Go meet with them and listen to what they have to say," Arthur further explained. "It's important they have enough food, water, and shelter. We also need to address any other concerns they may have." "Okay, father" Arlem responded "Make Roman go ahead of you so that the north pole can prepare for your arrival", Arthur instructed as he turned his face to watch the little bird that just flew towards the window. "Yes father" "Father" Arlem called out towards Arthur, curtailing his attempt to relish the beautiful view of nature staring at him. "What's that?" Arthur replied, turning towards Arlem. "I overheard some Bilals are causing damage to our farmlands around the neighboring territories too," Arlem said, bringing his father up to speed on the latest development. "You take care of that also," Arthur instructed, showing no doubt about his son's abilities. Arlem oozes confidence with each passing moment. As they were deep in conversation, the door to the council chamber suddenly burst open, and three warriors walked in. Between them, they dragged a young male wolf, who was clearly resisting their efforts. "What is the meaning of this?" Alpha Arthur asked sternly. The warriors bowed their heads in respect. "Alpha Arthur, we have apprehended an offender who has caused a great deal of trouble in the marketplace," one of them explained. "We thought it best to bring him before you for judgment." Alpha Arthur looked at the young wolf, who was now cowering in fear. "Very well," he said. "Bring him forward." This kind of situation was not unusual because Arthur would always be a bad egg among the pack to discipline. With that command, Alpha Arthur turned to Arlem and said "You can go now. You are the future of our pack, and I trust your discretion." Arlem turned, stared at the offender with a bad eye and left the great hall with the quest to express himself as a strong and compassionate leader, but he didn't seem to expect the unforeseen challenges that lay ahead.