Born For The Alpha

Hello, dear readers.

We all love a slow burn, hate-to-love story, right?

What if they are fated mates? But the fate is too twisted for it to be a simple happily ever after.

It is the story of Amara and Alpha Damein, and of the cursed bond they shared.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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Amara's POV

Love's beauty shines,

a radiant glow

Warming hearts,

and lighting the way to go

But is it all a lie,

a fleeting disguise?

For love can quickly turn,

to an ugly surprise.

'With these bare hands, I am going to twist his head from his neck,'

It was the only thought that rushed through my head as my hands wrapped around the shivering figure of my sister, shuddering in fear.

"No," She said.

"No, please no," She was whimpering.

Erica looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears, "He-He said I am to be there by 8...Amara, I cannot," She cried out.

"I know, my love. You won't have to,"

How can she? Erica hated him. We all hated him. He was a beast. An ugly beast.

She was only 19, while Jacob was in his mid-thirties. The mere idea sent chills down my spine.

He would kill her after using her. He always did that.

The Alpha Jacob of the Seraphic pack was well-hated and well-resented. The alpha was nonetheless famous for the way he treated his pack. Under his rule, Women are not allowed to turn, unless for the first time on their eighteenth birthday, in the close space of their homes. Because turning into a wolf meant power and women...well, they were supposed to be powerless. He would often say in his sermons that fate made a mistake and he was correcting it, and thus women would not and never turn, or they would be killed. He was also famous for killing of older wolves if they shed hair too much or coughed too loud than his liking, and with Red berries being a forbidden fruit, that any wolf dared to eat would be stoned to death. Because only the Alpha could eat it. After all, it was his favorite food. People wished in secret, that the Alpha had died from the overdosing of berries but unfortunately, that had never happened. The Alpha had never found his mate. Probably because the fates had decided a wolf like him did not deserve the sacred bond of love. So, Every once in a while, Alpha Jacob would walk around the city, Choose a she-wolf for himself, and she was obliged by law to spend the night with him. Rejecting the law meant death, and if the Alpha didn't like the woman enough, she would be killed. If the Alpha was bored of her, she would be killed. So, it was a kill-kill situation.

Years of yearning, of pain living under the Alpha, with no help from other packs nor any resilience from inside the pack, It had made us bitter. All the wolves were pathetic, soulless, and honorless, to let a man like Jacob rule over them for years. He was feared. He was to be feared because he was a beast, and that was the thing about beasts. They are ruthless and evil.

We didn't even talk about him in private, fearing he would hear. While we all wished his death in our hearts.