The Alpha's Regret: His Lost White Wolf

ce into my hand, demanding I

that I would gratefully

is crushing Alpha Command

ted my whole life, my childhoo

ared about me when all he

ent power sleeping in my blood finally answered the call. An ice-

Omega. I was the l

eremony, I woul

ciously pushed off a cliff, and together, we wo

pte

ra

memory was the day I should have kno

My coming-of-age ceremony was meant to be an honor; instead, the tight whalebone of my corset felt

r, Seraphina. She was a year younger, born to the current Luna of our Pack. Seraphina already moved wit

hteen, the age when every werewolf is supposed to endure the excruciating pain of their first Shift. But my wo

The prize sat on a velvet cushion on the high balcony. It was the Moonstone Tiara. It had belonged to my late mother, the f

e muddy yard, we were allowed to choose a c

same castle halls since we were children. He was wearing a perfectly tailored hunting coat, his dark hair swept back, every inch of him a study in calculate

k coiling like thick rope beneath his tailored coat. Then, he glanced over his shoulder, but not at me. His ga

the target entirely, sinking wit

He shot a second time, and a

calculated smirk at the corner of Julian's mouth as he bowed to Seraphina. H

stomach, and a film of sweat slid down the leng

he abandoned bell tower. I hid in the shadows of the giant b

. Julian appeared in the doorway, hi

he said, the condescension

s," I whispered, my voice

ha scent of heavy musk and leather attempting to smother my own. "Grow up, Elara," he scoffed. "Suitability matters more tha

trusted my whole life, finally seeing the ugly, grasping ambition coiled behind his h

ng the fragile architecture of my childhood affe

Julian was determined to take first place in this trial to prove his strength. I watched as he sprinted near the edge of a steep cliff, and in the shiftin

oar. Without hesitation, Julian slammed his shoulder into the man's back.

ate, he must learn to control his strength," she said, though the pleased curve of her smile belied her words. The Alph

oked away from Julian's victorious f

ngle. He reached the top, his face pale and caked in dirt and sweat. He did not cry out. Instead, he grabbed his own shoulder, gritte

my throat suddenly

at a distant target. Dead center. He did not look for applause. He just stood there, his jaw a lin

es prance and boast, I had never seen anything like this-a st

oss the courtyard. "First place, Julian of Ironclaw! Second place, Gar

arrying a scent directly to me. It was not a normal smell. It was the sce

It was not an awakening-not yet-but a promise. A faint, alien hum stirred in t

stared down at the bleeding Warrior. I did not yet know wha

ed its eyes for the first time. I just didn't know