Alpha Xaviers Fated Mate

The wind howled through the Sparkling Star territory as the crescent moon hung ominously in the night sky. Inside the pack's grand hall, silence weighed heavy. The mood was dark, as dark as the suspicions surrounding Emily Freya, a child born during the sacred crescent moon season. What should have been a time of joy had turned into a moment of sorrow and fear for her family and pack.

Alpha Greer Freya, Emily's father, sat brooding on his chair, his eyes fixed on the flickering flames in the hearth. His mate, Ava, stood nearby, her arms crossed over her chest, her face pale and lined with worry. Neither of them could look at the crib by the wall, where their newborn daughter lay sleeping.

"She's cursed," Ava whispered, her voice trembling. "The chief priest warned us, Greer. She said Emily would bring misfortune upon our pack."

Greer's jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. "I know what the priest said, Ava. But I won't abandon my daughter... not yet."

Ava's eyes widened, and she stepped forward. "You don't understand! The gods of the Sparkling Star Zone-this is their doing. They sent Emily to us as a sacrifice, a reminder of our past sins. She's not like the others. She's... different."

Greer sighed heavily, running a hand through his thick gray hair. He had always prided himself on being a strong and fair Alpha, but this was a decision that weighed heavily on his shoulders. His pack was already at war with the Evergreen Clan, a vicious group of vampires determined to seize their lands. The last thing they needed was a child who might bring more bad luck to their already crumbling territory.

"Then what do you suggest we do, Ava? Cast her out? Leave her to die in the wild?" Greer's voice was harsh, but there was pain in his eyes.

Ava lowered her gaze, her lips trembling. "I don't know. But the pack is starting to whisper, Greer. They see her weakness. She doesn't cry like the other pups. She doesn't even move. It's as if... as if she doesn't belong here."

Silence fell between them as Greer stared at his daughter's crib. She was so small, so fragile. But even he could sense something strange about her. Something unnatural.

"I'll speak with the council tomorrow," Greer finally said. "We'll decide what to do then."

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The next morning, the Sparkling Star Pack's council gathered in the grand hall, their faces grim as they discussed Emily Freya's fate. Brittany Gayle, the chief priest, sat at the head of the table, her wrinkled hands clutching her staff tightly.

"The child is a danger to us all," Brittany said, her voice raspy from years of chanting prayers. "The gods have spoken. Emily Freya is a sacrificial lamb, born under the cursed crescent moon. She will bring destruction to our pack if we allow her to stay."

Greer slammed his fist on the table, his frustration boiling over. "You prophesied this, Brittany. But your visions have been unclear for months. How do we know you've interpreted this one correctly?"

Brittany's old eyes burned with something-fear, perhaps. "I've seen enough to know the truth. I may not be able to see clearly, but the message is always the same. Emily is a threat."

The other members of the council murmured in agreement. Greer's chest tightened with frustration and doubt.

His Beta, Victor Mathis, leaned forward, his sharp eyes studying Greer's face. "Greer, no one wants to see a child harmed. But if Brittany's prophecy is true, then we have to protect the pack. We can't risk it."

A heavy silence fell over the room as Greer's gaze drifted to Ava, who stood quietly by the door, watching with worried eyes. He had hoped the council might see things differently, that someone might offer another solution. But deep down, he knew what had to be done.

"We can't send her away," Greer said, his voice tight. "But we will distance ourselves. If she is meant to bring destruction, we will protect the pack by keeping her away from the heart of it."