Passion in the Alpha's Revenge

Alpha Gideon stood in the center of the field, his body shapeshifted into that of a wolf with eyes glowing golden, claws sticking out of his fingers, and a terrifying roar coming from his muzzle. In front of him, Alfred-the son of the great enemy Alpha Fullmoon Pack-stood calmly with a cold, almost emotionless stare. "This is not an honorable way, Alfred," Gideon hissed. "You broke the treaty. To attack without challenge is to be without honor." Alfred only smiled faintly, sarcastically. "There is no need for honor in the face of a vicious werewolf like you," he said quietly before lunging again. The fight was getting wilder, faster and more brutal. The two alpha wolves clawed, bit, and attacked each other as if the world contained nothing but old grudges. Dozens of other werewolves attacked each other to defend the honor and power of their Pack. The sound of cracking bones and roaring roars made the ground tremble with fear. Gideon held on, even as his body began to weaken. Blood dripped on the ground-red, warm, and painful. Understandably, his opponent was a young Alpha who was much more powerful and strong than him. Alfred smiled with satisfaction, before driving the last claw into the side of Gideon's neck. "Argh!!!" Gideon cried out as his body was torn apart. And as the body fell to the ground, Alice-who ran from behind a large tree-cried out hysterically. "Dad!!!" The world suddenly went dark. The sound vanished. Everything froze. *** "Dad!!!" Alice jumped out of her sleep. Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling like she had run a long distance. Her face was covered in sweat, and her hands were shaking. She looked around-her room, the bed, the window with the morning light coming in slowly. It was quiet. She covered her face with both hands, still vividly imagining Alfred's blood, fangs, and cold eyes. "That dream again. Why does it keep disturbing my sleep?" she murmured softly. "Oh, no. I was too late to prepare breakfast!" Alice rushed downstairs and immediately headed for the castle kitchen. Breakfast was almost ready. Alice stood in the small kitchen that was familiar, but also no longer felt like home. Her hands were deftly arranging plates, pouring tea, and baking bread, but her mind was blank. Her body moved only out of habit... or rather, necessity. Since the night of the attack-since Alfred seized power and her father died in front of her-Alice had lost everything. Family, pack, freedom and now, she was just a prisoner, forced to serve the man who destroyed her life. Considered a puppet to be played with at will. Moreover, at the age of 24 years old, Alice has not yet gotten her wolf. So that makes Alice even more helpless with this situation. "Hurry up, Alice! I'm hungry!" Alfred's voice came from the dining room, sharp and commanding as always. "Yes, sir!" Alice adjusted the shabby apron around her waist and carried the last tray to the dining table. Alfred sat in the chair at the far end - upright, haughty, with an appraising look in his eyes. Next to him, Victoria sat with a thin smile that was never friendly. Her beautiful face was like a cold, merciless carving. Alice placed the plates carefully in front of them. Tea for Alfred, juice for Victoria. Bread, eggs, and bacon. Everything was just as they had asked. But, of course, nothing was ever perfect enough for all of Alice's work. "What the hell! The eggs are overcooked!" grumbled Alfred, banging the spoon against the plate. "How many times do I have to tell you? If you can't cook properly, you can go back to the dungeon!" Alice looked down quickly. "Sorry, sir. I'll replace it right away," Alice replied quietly. She quickly grabbed the plate in front of Alfred and quickly returned to the kitchen to make fresh eggs. Alfred snorted, but said no more. On the other side of the table, Victoria smiled slightly as she twirled her fork. She stared at Alice's hurried arrival. "It's to your liking, sir!" Just now Alice was able to stand still. With a very deliberate movement, Victoria dropped the fork on the floor. "Oops," she said sweetly. "Alice, go get it!" Alice nodded and walked to Victoria's side. She immediately crouched down without saying much. But before her hand could reach the fallen fork under the table, a sharp heel stepped on the back of her hand-hard, cold, and intent. Alice fell silent. Her breath caught. The pain traveled from skin to bone. Blood began to seep from the scratches of the high-heeled toe, but she dared not pull her hand away, let alone scream. Alice looked up. Just then Victoria looked up at her, her green eyes sharp as knives. No sound, just a small movement of the lips that seemed to say, "Feel it, loser!" Alice bit her lip, holding back a sob. Stared at like that, she knew-one sound, one complaint, and her life would be worse than it was now. A few seconds passed before Victoria finally withdrew her foot indifferently. "Is it because you haven't gotten your wolf yet that your brain is slow to think? Hurry up and get me a new fork," she said in a loud voice. Alice gripped the fork with trembling hands, her eyes staring vengefully at the woman who used to be her best friend. "Why are you still here? Aren't you listening to what your Luna-to-be wants?" said Alfred, instantly snapping Alice out of her reverie. "Fine. I'll get it for you right away!" Alice said in a trembling tone, while Victoria looked triumphant. "Good. Go quickly!" Soon, Alice returned with a new fork. "Here's a new fork for you, Victoria!" said Alice. Unfortunately, Alice's simple words angered Victoria. Victoria got up and slapped Alice quite hard on her right cheek. "What did you say?! How could you call me that? Remember, I'm your future Luna. So, starting today. Call me Luna. I don't want to be considered on the same level as you!" "Why are you doing nothing? Hurry up and apologize!" Victoria ordered as she pushed Alice's body to the ground in front of her feet. Alfred just watched, without the slightest intention of obstructing Victoria's torture. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Luna!" said Alice in a trembling tone. She could no longer hold back her tears. This was a life she had never imagined. "Good girl! Keep that in mind in your life. Got it!" Alice just nodded while slowly standing up. Meanwhile, Victoria and Alfred continued their breakfast as if nothing had happened. Night came slowly, blanketing the sky with stars that seemed to show a beauty that was too far away. The world outside the window looked calm - but inside the small room in the corner of the pack house, the calm never really existed. Alice sat on the floor, her back leaning against the cold wall, and the room lights were only dimly lit. Her hands trembled as she tore off the gauze to bandage the wound on the back of her still wet hand. Victoria's trample marks are blue and swollen. The pain throbbed as if to remind her-that her life was now about survival. Tears began to fall slowly. Silently. Without hysterics. Just weak drops that fell unceremoniously, as if venting emotions that were already tired of holding it all in. She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes. And as usual... Dad's image came again. Before the attack, Alice and Gideon often went for evening walks. A leisurely walk to enjoy their time together. "You don't have to worry about that wolf of yours that you haven't gotten yet. You're the light in the darkness for me. And as long as Daddy lives, no one can touch you. Daddy will protect you." Those were the last words she remembered the most. Now... they felt like an empty promise. Daddy was gone. The world has changed. And Alfred-a figure who was once just a name from an old story of enmity-now became the ruler and tormentor within. Alfred didn't just take the throne. He also took the pack, the power, and even Alice's own life. Alice looked down, hugging her own knees while staring at the ceiling of the room that had always been a silent witness to her suffering. "Dad. If you were alive... things would be different," Alice whispered softly, her voice hoarse. "I miss you, Dad. I miss you so much." Alice poured out her emotions. Tears were streaming down both sides of her cheeks.