The Visiting Alpha
701 Words
The forest had always obeyed Alexander.
At least that was what his warriors liked to believe.
As the large group of riders moved through the snow-covered path toward Silver Moon territory, wolves instinctively lowered their heads when he passed. Even the wind seemed quieter around him.
Power did that.
Fear did that.
But inside, Alexander felt nothing close to powerful.
He felt tired.
He had ruled Blue Lake Pack for nearly a decade now. He had fought wars, built alliances, buried enemies and friends alike. His pack had grown into the largest and strongest in the region. Other Alphas watched him carefully — some with admiration, many with jealousy.
Everyone wanted an alliance with him.
Everyone wanted something.
Including Lucinda.
Alexander’s jaw tightened at the thought.
Her father had been persistent. Political marriage made sense. Stability made sense. Producing heirs made sense.
Love… had stopped making sense a long time ago.
At twenty-eight, he had already accepted what many wolves refused to admit — not everyone was blessed with a mate. The Moon Goddess did not answer every prayer. Sometimes fate simply remained silent.
A cruel joke, he often called it.
“Borders ahead, Alpha,” Beta Lucas announced, riding up beside him.
Alexander nodded once.
Silver Moon Pack.
He did not trust them.
Too ambitious. Too hungry for status. Their Alpha smiled too easily and punished too harshly. But the Council had requested a routine inspection, and Alexander had agreed to attend.
Politics required presence.
Still, unease sat heavily in his chest as they approached the pack gates.
The welcome was loud.
Warriors lined up. Drums beat. The Alpha of Silver Moon stepped forward with exaggerated warmth.
“Alpha Alexander,” he said, spreading his arms. “An honour.”
Alexander dismounted slowly.
His height alone forced others to step back. Dark hair brushed his shoulders, his expression unreadable as always.
“Let’s begin,” he said.
He wasn’t here for ceremonies.
He was here to observe.
And something already felt wrong.
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Below ground, Arianna was being dragged toward light.
Her legs barely worked. Her vision swam. The sudden brightness burned her eyes after days in darkness. Hands shoved her toward a washroom, threw clean clothes at her, poured cold water over her head.
“Move faster,” a guard snapped.
She didn’t have the strength to argue.
She washed.
Dressed.
Walked.
Every step felt unreal.
The pack grounds looked different after the dungeon. Brighter. Louder. Crueller.
No one noticed how thin she had become.
No one cared.
Except one person.
Eliana.
Her friend rushed toward her, eyes wide with horror.
“Arianna… what did they do to you?”
Arianna tried to smile.
“I’m fine.”
They both knew it was a lie.
Music and voices filled the air. Important wolves had gathered near the Alpha house. Arianna lowered her head instinctively, trying to disappear among servants carrying food and firewood.
She just needed to survive the day.
Just needed to stay silent.
Then she felt it.
A strange pull.
Warm.
Heavy.
Like invisible threads tightening around her heart.
She froze.
Across the clearing, Alexander turned his head sharply.
His wolf had gone completely still.
Among dozens of scents — food, snow, warriors, fear — one stood out.
Soft.
Broken.
Familiar.
Impossible.
His eyes scanned the crowd.
For a brief second, their gazes met.
Arianna’s breath caught.
Something inside her recognised him instantly.
Not like the mate bond with Keith.
This was deeper.
Quieter.
Terrifying.
She looked away first.
Alexander frowned.
Who was she?
Why did her scent feel like a memory he had never lived?
“Alpha?” Lucas prompted.
Alexander forced himself to focus on the inspection.
But throughout the day, he kept noticing small things.
Servants flinching too easily.
Warriors avoiding certain corridors.
Fear disguised as discipline.
And once… he thought he heard faint singing carried by the wind.
Sad.
Lonely.
Unforgettable.
By nightfall, one thought refused to leave his mind.
Silver Moon Pack was hiding something.
And he intended to find out what.
Somewhere nearby, Arianna pressed her back against a storage wall, fighting dizziness.
Hope had returned.
But so had danger.
Because this time… fate was no longer whispering.
It was knocking.
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