The Princess Chosen by the Alpha King

doesn't want me to watch. But the thing I don't understand is that I can't look away. I can't look away because if I do, I won't ever k

oy go. The child sobs loudly, shaking in the man's arms, and I can feel my own pulse racing in time with his frantic cries. I paw at t

the other wolves glance back at us, noticing the tension between us. Their eyes flicker with uncertainty, but they stay

even a werewolf. I strain to hear his words, the man's voice cutting throug

g? Why does he s

fear. I can feel my wolf stirring, wanting to break free and charge in

as he pulls

ms. His mother screams, a sound that cuts through the night like a blade. My throat tightens, and my eyes blur with tears that I can'

eph

it's nothing compared to the icy grip of horror that tightens around my chest. I can't breath

me. I feel his presence, heavy and protective, but there's no comfort in it. The man-oh my god

ce at him, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that almost makes me flinch

ning below. I can't stop watching. I ca

d about me, and it's clear he wants to pull me back, to shield me from the pain of what I've just witnessed. I

more dominant than I am. It's a warning. A command. But I don't care. I gl

tuations like this one. But this time, I won't let him get mad at me when there are men down there sla

en below, on the way they cry, on the way they beg. Another gunshot sounds, sharp and final. The

had torn through her own soul. I flinch at the sound. I can feel the pain deep in my bones. It's unbearable.

in someone's sick game. My stomach churns with disgust, the anger rising up inside me like a storm. He

hment, no matter how severe, would justify this. Nothing th

my skull. Why aren't we doing anything

nemies before. But here we are, on the edge of a massacre, paralyzed by fear or hesitation.

k link, he steps forward. I hear the low rumble of his voice,

night. Michael, ever the leader, is taking charge. The fact that we were just sitti

t mine. He reminds me that he's here to protect me, even if we disagree on how to handle

f the pack. It's so powerful, so deep, that it shakes me to my core

ng, every muscle in my bo

y eyes searching through the

ar bigger than I am in human form. He's practically a horse, his fur dark and

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a force of nature, an alpha whose presence commands not just the pack but the very land beneath our feet. The air c

oes Alpha

an alpha like him de