THE ALPHA'S DEVIDED BOND

Authors Note: 🖤✍️ Zamboanga City, located in Mindanao, Philippines, is truly a stunning destination. With its pristine white beaches and beautiful islands, it’s a paradise for nature lovers. The land also features wild forests, and you can see fresh water cascading from the mountains down to the sea. The local markets offer a variety of fresh seafood at affordable prices. Zamboanga is rich in history and boasts ecosystems that are perfect for a vacation. The people here are fantastic cooks and always extend a warm welcome to visitors. Inspired by this enchanting place, I wrote a fictional book that weaves a paranormal fantasy story. --------- CHAPTER 1 --------------- I was born on a night the elders still whisper about. The moon hung in the sky, neither full nor new, but rather a striking half, one side shimmering silver, the other cloaked in shadow. It loomed low over the twin peaks of Surigao, as if it were a silent observer, patiently waiting. The wind howled fiercely, rattling the bamboo walls of our little hut, while the forest wolves responded with their restless cries, echoing their unease. That was the night my mother said fate marked me. My name is Janeth Urdanzo The mountains raised me before the world ever could. In Surigao, the earth was never gentle. The slopes were steep, the paths narrow, and the air so thin it burned your lungs if you dared to slow down. My mother believed pain was the best teacher, and the mountains agreed with her. “Run,” she commanded. I ran. Bare feet struck stone and root as I sprinted uphill, my chest tightening, my vision blurring. The morning fog clung to my skin, cold and heavy, but I didn’t stop. Stopping meant punishment. Stopping meant weakness. “Again,” she said when I finally collapsed. I pushed myself up with shaking arms. I was twelve when she first taught me how to fight like a wolf without shifting. Her attack came without warning. I barely dodged as her palm struck where my face had been seconds before. I twisted, copying her movements, but she caught my wrist and sent me crashing into the dirt. The impact rattled my bones. “Do not predict,” she said calmly. “React.” She attacked again. This time, I felt it... something sharp and alive beneath my skin. I ducked, rolled, and swept her legs from under her. She fell, light as a shadow, then rose instantly. For a moment, she only watched me. Then she nodded. “Good. That instinct will save your life one day.” Training did not end when the sun set. At night, she taught me silence.. how to move without sound, how to hide my scent from trackers, how to slow my heartbeat until fear could not betray me. “The moonborn are hunted,” she told me as she tightened a bandage around my arm. “Not because they are dangerous, but because they are rare.” I stared at the blood soaking the cloth. “Am I a monster?” Her hands are still. “No,” she said firmly. “You are a survivor.” That night my wolf awakened, as if the mountains shook.Pain tore through me like fire, my bones screaming as silver light poured from the sky. I screamed until my voice broke.. until something answered back. "Stand." The voice was ancient, powerful, then I look around. There is no one. "I am Nyx. Nice to meet you my One" I frowned, because I can't see anyone."Where are you?" "You and Me were born as one. I'm you." she replied as if she's taken my voice. Now I knew it, what my mother said is really true. I was carrying the blood of a moonborn. "What did you call me?" "My One. Because I was born within, and fated with you.." My pain faded, I was standing in such an open ground, where the moonlight wrapping around me like armor. My senses exploded...every scent, every sound, every heartbeat around me was clear and sharp. "I will not let you fall." the strange voices added. Then my mother came and knelt before me, tears shining in her eyes. “You are stronger than I ever was,” she whispered. “And that frightens me more than any enemy.” From that night on, the training became merciless. We fought in rainstorms that turned the ground to mud. We fought while injured, exhausted, bleeding. She taught me how to disarm opponents larger than me, how to fight until my muscles failed, how to push past fear when death was close enough to taste. “Hesitate,” she said as she pinned me to the ground, her forearm pressing against my throat, “and you die.” I didn’t hesitate again. The mountains carved strength into my bones and silence into my heart. They taught me endurance, control, and the price of mercy. Because one day, my mother said, I would walk into a world that wanted to break me. And when that day came, I would not fall easily. I grew up in the farthest village between two mountain highs, a place which is no pack cared to claim. The elders called it cursed land, but my mother called it safe. No Alpha ruled there. No laws chained us. Only the moon was watched over our nights. My mother, Abby Jezz Urdanzo, was once the Luna of the Southern Pack. She never spoke of her past unless the moon was high and her eyes looked far away, like she was staring at a life that no longer belonged to her. She raised me alone. From the moment I could walk, she trained me, not like a normal child, but like a warrior. “Again,” she would say calmly as I fell hard against the dirt, my knees scraped raw. “Stand, Janeth. A Luna does not stay down.” I never questioned her. I trusted her. I loved her. When other children played, I learned how to fight. When they slept, I learned how to listen.. to the forest, to the wind, to the silence before danger. She taught me how to hide my scent, how to read tracks, how to control my breathing when fear clawed at my chest. And most of all, she taught me control. “You are special,” she told me once, brushing my hair as moonlight spilled through the window. “Too special for this world to be kind to you.” I didn’t understand then. I only nodded, resting my head on her lap, listening to her heartbeat, steady, strong, unbroken. But the older I grew, the more I felt something inside me, a presence. A voice that slept beneath my skin. The previous night when my wolf awakened, I was only sixteen. Pain tore through my body like fire. My bones burned. My scream echoed through the mountains as silver light wrapped around me. I thought I was dying, until I heard her. That was the first time when my mother told me the truth. About the Moonborn bloodline. About the Southern Pack, about the Alpha who left her behind. My father. Alpha Marvin Albanzo. I hated him before I ever met him. What kind of Alpha abandons his pregnant mate? What kind of man replaces his Luna like she never existed? My mother never spoke his name with anger, only sadness. That hurt more than rage ever could. “He didn’t choose another,” she said once. “He chose silence.” That night, she told me I could no longer stay here. “When the time comes,” she said, holding my face between her hands, “you must go find your mate. And your father. Truth will either free you… or break you.” So I left Surigao before dawn, my heart felt heavier than my pack bag. I went to Zamboanga City, where the Southern Pack ruled from the shadows of glass buildings and ancient laws. I told myself I was searching for answers. But deep inside, I knew the truth. I was searching for justice, or vengeance. The moon followed me as I stepped into a world that I already hated, a world where my blood was forbidden, my bond, and my fate had already begun to unfold. And somewhere beneath my calmness, my wolf stirred. "Be careful," she warned softly. "Enemies often wear familiar faces" I didn’t know it yet, but my first enemy was already watching me now, walking into her territory. What is she planning to do with me?