The Alpha’s Chosen Mate

Roars and growls echoed on the battlefield as an intense battle occurred. Paws and fangs tore through the flesh of the opponent and threw them aside. The battleground of werewolves was the worst place anyone would like to be, especially when it wasn't an ordinary fight between ordinary packs, it was a fight between the most powerful pack, red moon, and a pack almost on par with them. Imagine what such a battleground would look like. The body of werewolves flew around the field as both parties lunged against each other with the intent to take down the other and win the battle that they have been fighting for days now. Their golden eyes shone with bloodlust and all they saw was their enemies and they fought them with every power they had in them. In the middle of the battlefield was a big silver wolf who was using his paws and teeth, to tear through the flesh of a brown-colored wolf that was almost the same size as he was. His paws dug into the head of the brown wolf and spread venom through his brain. He looked ferocious and his eyes showed how bloodthirsty he was as he tore the brown wolf into pieces and tossed him on the floor to jerk and die. With that, the battle halted and a loud cheerful growl resounded on the battlefield. The silver wolf had taken down his opponent. The King has triumphed. They watched as the king changed into his human form and was offered a dress and his golden staff by one of the omegas who accompanied them to the battle. One after the other, the wolves transformed to their human forms and draped themselves before bowing and hailing the king for giving them victory. “All hail the Alpha, Sebastian.” “All hail the alpha, Sebastian.” And with that, the chanting never stopped as they just couldn't stop talking about the battle they just won. They stared at the dead wolves lying on the floor with disdain and an appointed wizard cast a spell for fire and the dead werewolves burned to ashes. The King never loses. Never. They should have known that. The Alpha of the red moon pack, Sebastian, never loses in a battle. He had torn the brown-colored alpha of the other park into pieces. They had requested a war where the winner gets every possession of what the loser has. Now he won, so everything in his park belongs to him. Is that not right? This is one thing about fighting battles. You get to have free properties and land. “Cheers to the red Moon pack,” the Alpha roared, followed by a loud scream and applaud from the pack members as they also shouted cheers with him before singing battle victory songs in acclaim of the Alpha and in praise of the moon goddess who has given them power to win the battle and take down their enemies. They chanted honors and prayers to the moon goddess. “Sebastian, the road back to the city is blocked. We should look for another way around here,” a man informed from behind the Alpha. “Yes, uncle. I'll go look around this place and see if there's another way back to the city.” The members of the other pack which they had just defeated, had purposely demolished the road back to the city. They had made it a place where no one could pass. Thinking about this, he felt the need to raise the dead pack members from the dead and teach them the lesson of their lives for ever giving him such difficulty. “I'll come with you. Hey, you two, follow us,” the uncle Devin ordered and walked beside the Alpha and the two werewolves he had called to follow them were behind. Sebastian walked away from the rest of the pack members and moved to the other side of the battle field to observe if there was a new road for them to pass. He touched his chin with his free hand as they stood and observed the road. Suddenly, he felt a sword s***h his abdomen from behind causing him to groan loudly and turned abruptly to see his uncle holding a silver sword with his blood dripping from it. His eyes widened. “Sorry. That was a mistake. My bad,” Devin started without any feeling of apology. Before Sebastian could say anything, the sword slashed him again in the same spot causing him to fall on his knees while staring at his uncle in confusion. “Shocked right? Oh Alpha, you let your guard down a lot. I had to take advantage of the trust you had for me.” “Bastard,” Sebastian groaned. Now, everything was making sense to him. How dare he betray him. He had trusted him and taken him like his father. How dare he. “Stay calm, kid. How does it feel getting betrayed? I'm sure you must feel like hell. Hahaha, right guys?” Devin mocked, his eyes turning to the two men behind him who Sebastian noticed as his uncle's people, more like his pawns. “You’re definitely going to regret this.” “I'm sure I will. Now give me the staff.” “In your dreams.” Sebastian ignored the burning pain he was feeling inside of him and managed to answer his uncle. He was becoming weak. This wasn't merely because of the silver sword, something was added to it and he was sure it was poison. He was poisoned. He stood up from the ground and stood face to face with the man. “This staff will never be yours. Only the king can have it.” With that, they lunged at each other in a bid to defeat the other. The other two wolves joined in the fight against him and then, with the sword he was holding, Devin used it unintentionally and slit the golden staff on Sebastain’s hand into two and the other path fell on the floor with a loud clang and its shining beauty faded into an ordinary golden wooden staff. The Alpha disappeared into the woods as the poison spread more in him. “Chase him.”