Alpha Kadel’s Command
1786 Words
Back at Crestmoon Pack…
When Alpha Kadel received the sealed letter from BloodFall Pack, the tight knot that had been choking his chest for days finally loosened. His shoulders sagged with relief as he read through the words again, just to be certain he had not imagined them.
Draven had agreed.
Without wasting another second, Kadel summoned an emergency council meeting. The elders gathered quickly, anxiety still etched into their faces—until Kadel revealed the contents of the letter. The moment they heard that Draven BloodFall had accepted the agreement, the hall erupted in relieved murmurs.
Some elders clasped their chests and thanked the Moon Goddess. Others exhaled loudly, as if they had been holding their breath for days.
War had been avoided. For now.
The meeting ended swiftly, each elder leaving the hall lighter than when they had arrived. Crestmoon Pack would survive. At least, that was what they all believed.
Kadel left the hall with the same sense of relief—but beneath it lurked a heavier burden. He went straight to Lyria’s chamber.
The moment he pushed the door open, he found Kaden sprawled lazily on a chair, one leg draped over the armrest, a careless grin on his face. The sight alone was enough to darken Kadel’s mood.
“Get out,” Kadel snapped.
Kaden blinked. “Father—”
“Now.”
The sharp authority in Kadel’s voice left no room for argument. Kaden rose slowly, muttering under his breath as he shuffled past. Just before leaving, Kadel shot him a warning glare that made him fall silent.
Once outside, Kaden didn’t go far.
He leaned against the closed door, smirk returning to his face as he pressed his ear closer, listening.
Inside the chamber, Kadel sank onto the couch beside Lyria and finally allowed himself to breathe.
“Draven has agreed,” he said.
Lyria’s eyes widened before soft relief washed over her face.
“Thank the Moon Goddess,” she whispered. “This will calm the pack. We’ve been walking on the edge of disaster.”
Kadel nodded slowly. “Yes. Carlo will not dare move now.”
For a brief moment, peace settled between them.
Then Kadel spoke again. “Philipa will be sent to BloodFall Pack,” he said evenly. “As Draven’s mate.”
The color drained from Lyria’s face.
Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out at first. She lowered her gaze, inhaled deeply, then exhaled with a long, heavy sigh.
“So… it has come to this.”
Kadel didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.
They had both known this outcome was inevitable the moment Draven’s name entered the conversation.
Lyria closed her eyes briefly.
“She will never accept it,” she said quietly. “You know her, Kadel. She will resist with everything she has.”
“I know,” Kadel replied grimly.
Lyria turned to him, worry etched deep into her features.
“We must tell her calmly,” she urged. “Gently. If you force this upon her, she will only create more trouble—for herself and for the pack.”
Kadel clenched his jaw. “She is my daughter,” he said. “And Crestmoon’s future rests on this decision. Whether she agrees or not… she must obey.”
Outside the door, Kaden’s grin stretched wider.
So that’s it, he thought with amusement.
Philipa… mated off to the devil himself.
Suppressing a laugh, Kaden pushed himself away from the door and headed down the corridor, his steps light and eager.
He knew exactly where he was going.
Straight to Philipa’s room.
And he couldn’t wait to see the look on her face.
Almost bored to death, Philipa tugged the oversized hoodie tighter around herself and moved quietly toward the door. The guards outside had been careless lately—if she timed it right, she could slip out and train before anyone noticed.
Just as her fingers brushed the handle—The door swung open.
Philipa jolted back with a sharp gasp, her heart leaping into her throat.
Kaden strolled in, wearing a slow, sly smile.
The moment his eyes landed on her hoodie and the way she had jumped in alarm, his smile widened into something smug and knowing.
“Well, well,” he drawled. “Sneaking out again?”
Realizing it was only her brother, Philipa released a shaky breath. Relief washed over her face—only to be quickly replaced with irritation.
She frowned deeply. “How many times have I told you to knock before barging into my room?” she snapped. “Do you enjoy disrespecting people, or is it just me?”
Kaden waved a dismissive hand. “Relax. You won’t have to deal with me for long anyway.”
Her brows knit together. “What do you mean by that?”
Instead of answering, he smiled again—slow, deliberate, and deeply irritating.
Something inside Philipa snapped.
Her anger flared hot and fast. “Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” she spat. “You look like an idiot.”
Kaden’s smile vanished. His eyes darkened, a dangerous red flickering beneath. “Careful,” he warned. “Don’t test my patience.”
She scoffed, completely unfazed. “Your patience?” she laughed bitterly. “You mean the same patience you use to avoid training? Or studying? Or actually acting like an Alpha instead of a spoiled pup?”
That struck a nerve. Kaden’s jaw tightened.
“And that,” he snarled, “is exactly why your strength is finally being put to use.”
Philipa stilled. “You’ve always wanted to be seen,” he continued coldly. “To be useful. To earn Father’s approval. Congratulations—your dream has come true.”
She stared at him, confused and uneasy.
“You’ve been chosen as the bargaining chip that will save this pack.”
The words hit her like a physical blow.
“…What?” she whispered. “What do you mean by bargaining chip?”
The moment the question left her lips, realization dawned on Kaden’s face.
He froze. But, it was too late.
Their parents were supposed to tell her.
Cursing under his breath, Kaden turned abruptly, heading for the door.
But Philipa moved faster.
She grabbed the back of his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric. “Finish what you started,” she demanded.
He tried to shove her off. The fabric tore.
In the next second, rage exploded between them.
Kaden spun around and slapped her hard across the face.
The sound echoed. Philipa didn’t hesitate—she slapped him back with equal force.
The fight erupted instantly.
They crashed into furniture, grappling, striking, shouting—years of resentment pouring out in wild fury. The noise carried down the corridor, drawing guards who rushed off to alert Alpha Kadel.
Kadel and Lyria arrived moments later—only to freeze in shock.
Kaden was knocked off balance as he tried to sideline Philipa, ending up beneath her as she struggled viciously.
“ENOUGH!” Kadel’s roar thundered through the room, his Alpha command crashing down like a wave.
Both Philipa and Kaden stiffened instantly, their bodies weakening under his authority. Slowly, reluctantly, they rose to their feet, glaring daggers at each other.
“What is the meaning of this disgraceful nonsense?” Kadel demanded.
Before anyone could speak, he turned on Philipa.
“You have no decency,” he snapped. “No sense of decorum as girl. You are far too aggressive—too brutal—for a she-wolf.”
That did it. Something inside Philipa broke.
“Why did you question your favorite child on why he loves provoking me on purpose?" Philipa screams, pointing at kaden
"He is your older brother, and the future Alpha! No matter what, you are not supposed to fight him!. But what do you know? Instead of learning these basic things as a girl, you are obsessed about fighting for equals rights as a female Alpha" He yelled at her.
"Why do you hate me?” she screamed. “Why?! Is it my fault I was born a she-wolf instead of the second son you wanted?”
Lyria gasped in shock. “Philipa!” she rebuked sharply.
But Kadel’s face had already darkened with fury. His hand moved before anyone could stop him.
Slap.
Philipa staggered back, stunned.
Her father… had struck her... Her vision blurred.
Then Kadel spoke—his voice cold, absolute, merciless.
“Philipa Kadel of Crestmoon Pack,” he declared, eyes blazing red, “for your constant rebellion against your Alpha and father, a marriage agreement has been made and accepted on your behalf.”
Her heart dropped.
“You are to be sent to BloodFall Pack,” he continued, “one month from now—as the mate of Alpha Draven BloodFall.”
The room spun.
“You will not set foot in this pack again unless I permit it,” Kadel added. “And if you are found without your mate, you will be treated as a rebel and an outcast.”
Her hands trembled. “So I’m being sold,” she whispered, then laughed bitterly. “I will be handed to some monster just to protect your pack!”
Lyria’s face hardened. She slapped Philipa sharply. “You ungrateful child! I am ashamed to have given birth to a rebellious daughter like you!” she hissed.
Kaden watched from the side, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
“You dare question me?” Kadel roared again.
His Alpha command slammed into Philipa, knocking her to the floor. Pain exploded through her chest as she gasped for breath.
“You are confined to this room,” Kadel barked, “until the day Draven BloodFall comes for you.”
With that, he stormed out.
Lyria shot Philipa one last look of disgust before following him.
Kaden lingered just long enough to smirk down at her—then turned and left.
The door slammed shut. The sound of the lock turning echoed loudly.
Still on the floor, clutching her aching chest, Philipa stared blankly at the ceiling.
Why? Why did they hate her so much?
Was she truly their blood? Or was she something else entirely—an unwanted burden, a mistake?
Why was her father so afraid of her strength? Why did he want to break her?
Tears slid silently into her hair as despair wrapped around her heart.
No... She would not marry a devil she did not know. She would not be traded like an object.
If they no longer wanted her— Then she would leave.
And find a place where she would be valued… or destroy everything trying.
- Writer
