The Princess Chosen by the Alpha King

I guess it's a good thing you aren't my future mate." Wi

spots. "Tonight, he wants to put a stop to the horror that Alpha Lupine's pack creates. And it is our

my mates. They shouldn't get to see. And my future mate will surely get upset with me if he finds out prac

the smallest in the pack, which is why Michael, as my alpha, isn't my biggest fan. Most of these men, their

's the fourth biggest wolf in our pack, yet instead of being in the front of the line, he stays next to me, towards the back. I can't convince h

big as I am in human form. He goes to the front of the pack, and we all follow him as he leads us in the direction of the screaming women. But

ings those awful men m

now, well, it's now nothing. I take a step back as I look at the dead wolves laying around, their bodies disfigured and torn. The fire raging

Michael is giving us no room for distractions. My pack is as tense as I am, the air thick with the anticip

there were guns due to the fire that's still burning. As I scan the destruction, my eyes lock onto a figure-a small ch

pain and fear. And in front of the women are children being held by more large men, their eyes wide with terror as they watch th

y wolf itching to fight, to tear through those who would harm the innocent. I glance at Michael, waiting for his com

ely audible as I keep my body lo

from Alpha Lupine's pack echoes in the air, a reminder that time is running out. Th

ike thunder in the still night air. He's not just a leader in ba

I want to charge in and rip those men apart. I can feel his presence beside me

ing in blind. We have to wait for the perfect moment. But as I watch the men tighten

if to strike the woman nearest to him. A low growl escapes from my throat before I can stop it, my wolf des

Michael

the back, but I feel the rush of power as the pack surges forward. Michael's massive wolf leads the charg

my instincts are razor-sharp. I shift into the front lines with the others, just as the first sounds of battle fill

, but I don't stop. I sink my teeth deeper, pulling him to the ground before I shift to

them. I see one of the larger wolves of our pack tear into a man's s

icking, realizing too late that they are outnumbered. The women, though terrified, stand

I leap at him, knocking him to the ground with a force that sends him sprawling. M

of the children and the labored breaths of the pack. Michael stands tall, his fur bloodie

with a mix of gratitude and disbelief. I offer a silent nod before shifting back

till raw from the battle. The child nods

heart heavy with the knowledge tha

e scanning the survivors. There's still a long road ahead, bu