Wolfkin Saga: Alpha Hunt

“s**t, every day still feels like the same damn day. I just turned 22, and nothing in my life has changed,” Kane muttered as he stood up from his bed and stretched.

As he stepped out of his room, he ran into his nephews—Collins and Connor. Both of them were full-blooded werewolves. They bumped into him on purpose, knocking him off balance.

They didn’t even try to hide it.

“Hey, loser,” Collins sneered. “You’re an abomination. How dare you let your filthy body touch me? You should be lucky you’re still allowed in this palace.”

Kane didn’t say a word.

They laughed and walked off.

Well, that’s how my life is, Kane thought, watching them disappear down the hallway. This is how it’s always been, for as long as I can remember.
 “I’m 22 now, and life still sucks—all because my father committed the ultimate sin: falling in love with a human.” "That’s how I was made,” Kane said quietly to himself. “I don’t even have a werewolf ego. I can only transform at night, while the others can shift at will.”

“I should’ve been killed for being half-human, half-werewolf. But my father is a high-ranking werewolf—so no one dared. That’s the only reason I’m still here.”

“But everyone still treats me like s**t,” he muttered. “And I guess that’s normal.”

Kane turned and walked down the palace halls. The palace was as cold and merciless as the people inside. Gray stone walls loomed, scarred with claw marks from forgotten battles. Torches flickered, casting restless shadows over cracked marble floors. The air reeked of iron and age—blood soaked into stone. Each echoing step reminded Kane how alone he truly was. Above him, banners bore the family crest—his family. But to Kane, they were nothing more than symbols of a legacy that had cast him out. 
“I should have been king. Even if my father wasn’t one, I still should’ve been. I’m the firstborn in this family—a family of kings. I was supposed to be the next in line. But no… I’ve got human blood running through me. A human figure. That’s why I’m going through all this hell,” Kane muttered as he walked down the hallway.

A female approached him—it was one of the palace maids. She bowed her head slightly and said, “Kane, master Diren is calling you.” Then she turned and walked away without waiting for a response.

What could that old hag want now? Kane thought, irritation flashing through him. He turned in the direction of Diren’s chambers and headed toward the room the man usually stayed in.

He knocked once, then stepped inside.

“Hey, how are you doing, my brother’s filthy son?” Diren said coldly. “I heard you turned 22. That means it’s been 22 years since the abomination was born.”

Kane didn’t reply. He simply lowered his head—Diren was the current ruler, and defying him wouldn’t end well.

“Do you know how this ends today?” Diren continued. “Come. Meet me in the Judgment chamber. Under the castle.”

Then he turned away.

He said nothing more to himself as he stepped out of the dining chamber and headed back to his room. Without wasting time, he went straight to the bath. As he stood before the mirror, he looked at himself in his human form—one he didn’t despise, but couldn’t bring himself to embrace either.

His body was muscular and thick, veins running across his arms. His hair was white, just like his human mother’s. She was killed when he was five. He was stunning—undeniably charming—but he hated what he saw. Because he knew that same appearance was what made others treat him like garbage.