Alpha Switch

chapter one.

Dain's POV

Visiting the Moonveil Pack wasn’t Alpha Dain’s plan, but certain matters that needed to be addressed were the reason for his arrival at the Moonveil Pack.

Almost half of the warriors of the middle-tier pack, including the Alpha, Beta, and some important figures, were waiting eagerly to welcome him the moment he stepped out of the black Rolls-Royce Cullinan SUV.

Compared to his pack, there was nothing to compare—in his opinion.The Gravewind Pack had always been the number one pack in the world, and after it fell into his hands, the distance between it and other packs only increased.

“Alpha Dain.” Alpha Roger’s smile stretched to his ears as he approached him. Meanwhile, the others behind him were taken aback by the striking appearance of the man in front of them.

Everyone knew Alpha Dain. His reputation was so widespread that you would not just have to live under a rock, but also have sworn off all media and human interaction not to have heard of him.

The human world knows him as the youngest and richest billionaire alive, and the werewolf world knows him as the Devil. Killed his grandfather at sixteen. Inherited the Gravewind Pack and obliterated every single threat that stood in his way.

Got recognized by all at the age of eighteen and now leads the biggest pack in the world. Alpha Dain stood at a height of 6'2", with open, broad shoulders and slim, long legs wrapped in grey-ash chinos.

His jet-black hair fell just above his neck—long, but not too long. Nothing short of the perfect length. His facial features were deeply carved and left a lasting impression on anyone who glimpsed them.

He wore a bluish-green chiffon shirt that had just two buttons fastened, exposing his broad chest casually.

Despite his looks, the imposing air that condensed around him made one unable to get too close.

Behind him was Beta Owen, also known as the Black Owl. He had a tall frame and a low carpet haircut that gave him a tough, stern look. His eyes, naturally slanted, seemed to carry a hint of intimidating interrogation.

The Moonveil Pack had a VIP area reserved for special guests, yet walking into the top-notch furnished house, Alpha Dain merely glanced around.

Seeing this, Alpha Roger smiled shrewdly, saying, “Alpha Dain must be used to staying in places far better than this. Please make do with our humble abode. We apologize that we can't offer you service on the same level as that of your pack.”

“Apology accepted,” Alpha Dain replied offhandedly, adding in a picky tone, “It really isn’t that good.”

Alpha Roger’s eyes twitched, but he still maintained the smile on his face. He was a man with a robust figure. Although not too favored in height, he stood about six feet, with a round face that had a hint of stubble and a pair of shrewdly curved eyes. “Would you like to look around?”

“I would prefer to get down to business.” Alpha Dain walked to the leather sofa, throwing one leg over the other as he sat down.

“What’s the hurry? I already prepared a welcome feast for you. We can talk about it tomorrow.” Seeing that he was about to refuse, Alpha Roger quickly added, “It is a rare thing for you to visit our small pack. You can stay for one night, can’t you? I already told everyone to prepare for tonight’s feast.”

Thinking there was no harm in it, Alpha Dain airily accepted. He would stay the night and return to his pack tomorrow.

Yet not only was he unable to return, but fate also played a cruel trick on him.

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Mira's POV

The weather was warm, and orange clouds hung high in the skies like floating cotton candy. With a swipe of her hand, Mira rubbed off the sweat starting to gather again on her forehead.

Though the weather wasn’t that hot, her dark brown T-shirt was soaked around the neckline and armpits, and she smelled heavily of sweat.

Despite her moderately short height, her pace was long and fast, with her messily tied black hair swaying to and fro as she hurried down the path home. The distance from the pack’s kitchen to her house was far. Mira was almost out of breath.

She was supposed to pick up Friday, her little nephew, from school but was delayed by the head chef who asked her to assist in peeling the skin off a big bowl of potatoes. Not daring to refuse, she could only hurry to finish them all before setting off. When she arrived at the school, she realized that he had already been picked up.

Full of dread, she turned to go home. Mira knew she was in trouble. Every morning, she was supposed to send Friday to school and then pick him up at five in the evening when she closed from the kitchen.

But just by looking at the sky, she could tell it must be way past six already. If only I had finished peeling the potatoes faster, Mira thought with a slight sigh.

Taking a sharp turn around the pathway that branched off toward several different areas in the pack, she had yet to regain herself from her jarring thoughts when she ran into something hard. She automatically bit down the groan that surfaced in her throat as she staggered back a few steps.

Her left arm, which had the most contact, stung painfully, and a grimace flickered across her face for a brief moment.

Looking up, her eyes met a pair of brown ones—light as golden autumn leaves, but with a cold chill that gave the deep illusion they floated in a river of blood.

“I... I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching... I apologize.”

To make matters worse, Mira caught sight of their pack Alpha, Alpha Roger, behind the strange man, who she was sure must be a guest.

Her limbs trembled, and waves of blood rushed up to her head in fright.

“You...” Alpha Roger frowned, thick blank lines appearing on his sun-tanned face.