Too Human To Be His

6 Alpha Wayland Reyrem

Alpha Wayland Reyrem:

Power and influence.

Those were the first things drilled into my head from the moment I took my first breath. My late father made sure of it.

The second I left my mother’s womb, I was tested—my species confirmed. As expected, I was a born werewolf. No surprise there. For centuries, the blood of our family has never been diluted by anything human. Every male of our lineage is paired with a she-wolf of pure and ancient blood. It's a strict rule, one that leaves no room for mistakes. That’s why no human child has ever been born into the elite circles of werewolf society.

From the moment I was born, I never really had a childhood. I wasn’t treated like a kid—I was treated like the future Alpha of the pack.

I attended the pack’s private school, along with the children of our werewolf elite. Most of them were already aware of who they were—young wolves in training—and they were held to strict standards. The few human children among us were given more leniency, but even then, there was no conflict. Everyone understood their place. Everyone understood the rules.

As the Alpha’s son, the expectations placed on me were heavier than most. More training. More lessons. More tests. More discipline. While other kids played games and caused harmless mischief, I was bruising my fists and knees at the training grounds and memorizing strategy books late into the night.

When I turned eighteen, my wolf finally awakened. That very night, my father took me into the forest for my first hunt—the rite of passage. I killed for the first time. Not a human, of course, but a deer. For a boy facing his first blood moon with a beast under his skin, it was more than enough. My wolf tasted blood—and it changed him. He grew stronger. More dangerous.

After that, hunting became a full-moon ritual. Every month, we went out into the woods. My father would return afterward to lose himself in my mother’s embrace… and I? I was brought she-wolves—willing, eager, and ready for whatever the Alpha’s heir demanded. And after a bloodthirsty hunt, I f****d them with fooles for days, until the end of the moon’s action.

And then again was studying and a harsh drill.

My father was strict, ruthless, but fair. For that, he was both respected and feared—by allies and enemies alike. His name carried weight far beyond our territory, whispered among packs and high-ranking humans alike.

And it was precisely that strength, that unshakable integrity, that made him a thorn in the side of certain humans in power.

There was a piece of land—ancient, sacred, ours for centuries. A dense forest, untouched by time, beloved by wolves for its peace and stillness. My father refused to give it up.

That forest… It is more than just ancient land. It is sacred ground. A sanctuary for wolves.

No matter their pack, any wolf who steps beneath its towering oaks and tangled green canopy feels it—the pull, the magic. The way the soul settles, the beast calms, and everything inside finds balance.

The moment you step into its shade, something inside shifts. You’re not just man. Not just wolf. You become one. The instincts that burn in your blood finally have space to breathe. You stop resisting. You surrender to who you truly are.

It’s the only place I know where the bond between human and beast can deepen without fear or danger. It’s safe. It’s pure. And it’s not meant for humans.

They wouldn’t understand. They never could.

But one man… one greedy, arrogant human thought otherwise.

He looked at that forest and saw profit. Timber, land, tourists. He wanted to build a luxury resort—right in the heart of what should never be touched.

And my father said no.

Firmly. Repeatedly. Unshakably.

And for that... he was marked for death.

He never made it home that night.

The car exploded just minutes after pulling away from his office. Everyone inside was killed instantly—my father, his guards… and even a few innocent bystanders on the street. The blast echoed through the heart of the city, where crowds bustled and life moved fast. Blood stained the pavement, and screams filled the air.

But none of that mattered to the man who ordered it.

To him, lives were just obstacles on the path to wealth.

But my father had prepared for everything—even his own death.

Locked away in a private vault was a collection of secrets—every dirty detail about the man who wanted him gone. Property documents, hidden bank accounts, offshore holdings, lists of mistresses, bribes, blackmail, even maps to his secret hideaways.

My father knew the game.

And he never played to lose.

That bloated excuse of a man was far too confident in his power… and he made one fatal mistake — underestimating my father. And underestimating me.

He didn’t live to celebrate long.

The very night he raised his glass to the death of the "stubborn Alpha," surrounded by his corrupt partners and overpriced whores, vengeance found him.

My pack and I dragged that smug bastard to the very forest he had coveted so much — the sacred land he wanted to turn into his private resort.

I let him go.

Twenty minutes. That’s all the mercy I gave him.

Then I shifted.

The hunt began.

He ran. I’ll give him that—he really tried. But he was slow, soft, and full of fear. The kind of fear that leaves a scent no predator can ignore.

He didn’t make it far.

And that night, the forest drank human blood.

Blood of retribution.

From that day forward, I became the rightful and undisputed Alpha of my territory and of every loyal soul who stood behind me.

I was barely twenty.

Too young, too bold — a fact that both enraged and intrigued the older, more arrogant wolves in nearby packs. They couldn’t stomach the idea that someone so young had claimed what they still clawed for.

So they challenged me.

Again and again.

And every single time, I stood my ground.

Every duel ended the same way — with me victorious, standing over my defeated opponent, my wolf growling in satisfaction.

My rule wasn’t just inherited… it was earned in blood.

The bloodline I carried — the legacy of the former Alpha — combined with the relentless drills on the training fields and the ritual hunts during every full moon, forged something powerful within me.

My wolf...

He’s not just strong.

He’s a predator born of discipline and blood.

A creature who knows the taste of a fallen enemy and craves nothing more than victory.

For most werewolves, their inner beast takes a back seat.

It lurks in the shadows — temperamental, yes, but still submissive to the human soul.

Usually, the balance leans sixty to forty, the man in control, the wolf beneath.

But not for me.

In my case, it’s nearly fifty-fifty.

We are equals — two forces in constant tension.

I don’t suppress my wolf. I live with him, fight with him, conquer with him.

During a fight, I let go.

The control passes entirely to my beast — I become an observer inside my own body.

And that’s what makes us deadly.

We are a perfect team, forged in blood and battle.

With every victory, every drop of spilled blood, we grow stronger.

Me and my wolf — we rise together.

But not all enemies fight face-to-face.

Some strike from the shadows, like cowards.

Two years ago, my best friend and loyal beta, Liam, fell into one of their traps.

They ambushed him. Cowards.

His death was a devastating blow — not just to his family, but to me. I lost a brother that day.

Since then, his younger brother Zavir has taken his place as my beta.

He’s six years younger, but sharp, loyal, and battle-tested.

He’s earned that title. He’s earned my trust.

Our world is brutal and unforgiving.

It runs by laws most humans will never understand.

To keep peace between humans and werewolves, an old agreement was made long ago: every city would be governed by two leaders — a human mayor, and the Alpha of the pack whose territory the city lay within.

The mayor changes every four or five years, elected by the people and bound to one city.

But the Alpha?

He rules for life — unless he is challenged and defeated, or chooses to pass his title to an heir.

An Alpha doesn’t answer to a city.

He commands entire regions.

Several large cities may lie within a single pack's domain, all under the Alpha’s authority.

Pack members aren’t just any werewolves living on our lands.

They are the chosen few — the ones closest to the Alpha, bound to serve and protect with unwavering loyalty.

There are also lone wolves who live under our territory’s laws but aren’t part of the pack itself.

The pack is more than just a community — it's the elite, a clan built around its Alpha.

And my pack is vast.

Thousands strong, we live not only in our private settlement but also scattered across cities.

When the time comes, they don’t hesitate — they stand by my side, ready to fight, protect, and conquer whatever challenges we face.

Many of them hold influential positions in society — brilliant minds in business, science, the arts… and some of the fiercest warriors, visionaries, and leaders you'll ever meet.

Some have families and live in the luxurious territory of our rural estate.

Others remain unattached, choosing the vibrant chaos of city life — a perfect setting for wolves with fire in their blood.

I own a luxurious mansion in our private settlement—but I don’t live there.

That place is meant to be my anchor one day, my future home when I finally settle down… when I take a mate.

But for now?

My upscale apartment in the heart of the city suits me just fine.

It’s close to the office, close to all the action—and by action, I mean the kind that involves a rotating roster of fiery she-wolves warming my bed.

There’s never a shortage of willing company.