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101

Chapter 101

Alpha Benjamin

At the age of sixteen, my pack had been destroyed and taken over by rogues. Once the Alpha’sson, living in luxury, I became a homeless beggar. Countless times, I returned to the borders of mypack filled with the desire to exact revenge on every one of them. Yet, I was forced to retreat eachtime powerless, positionless, and penniless.

Similarly, countless times I contemplated ending my worthless life through suicide but I could neverbring myself to follow through with it. Every time I considered it, the memories of the bloodshed,pain, and my desire for revenge for my family and pack members flooded back into my heart,preventing me from taking that final step.

I was so hopeless and pathetic that it triggered a simmering anger inside me. Slowly, this angerpiled up until it reached a boiling point, turning me into a blazing volcano barely contained by a thinlayer of something within me that I could never quite name. Perhaps it was an opportunity indisguise?

For a few years, I survived in the forest living like a rogue until I encountered my soulmate, anordinary she–wolf living in a pack. We instantly fell in love and she brought me back to live in herpack together. That’s where this whole story really began.

It was a pack of Omegas. Every wolf, even the Alpha and Luna, were Omegas. Happiness andpeace pervaded their home, even the lowest–ranking wolf seemed happier than me. It puzzled meto no end. Why, with Alpha blood coursing through my veins, did I live a life akin to that of a worm?Why did I possess a soulmate, food, and shelter, yet remain devoid of happiness?

Amidst grappling with these suffocating emotions, I struck up a friendship with George Rathbone,the Alpha of the pack. It all began with me offering to assist him with driving and other odd jobs.Over the years, our friendship blossomed, growing deeper until we became best friends. We spentour time playing chess and sharing wine, forming a bond that transcended mere camaraderie.

People envied me because the Alpha favored me, but it only fueled the hate festering within me.From our very first encounter, I loathed George. He was kind, powerful, and a genuinely goodperson. Others were drawn to his positivity, but I found it repulsive and insincere. How could a lowlyOmega extend kindness to me? How could someone of such low status presume to give me ordersand claim the title of Alpha? He disgusted me.

Every moment spent in his presence felt suffocating. He reminded me of the wretched rogues whohad decimated my pack and stolen everything from me. George was no different. He didn’t deserveto be called

Alpha, nor did he merit any of the privileges. Only I knew the extent of my endurance over those 14years, but eventually, my patience reached its breaking point.

I couldn’t fathom how, but George somehow discovered my hidden identity as an Alpha–blood afterall those years. The Wade Moon Pack was exclusively for Omegas, by concealing my true status Ihad violated the most sacred rule. That revelation marked the beginning of my downfall. Georgedecreed that I must depart from the pack within a month.

It was a gesture of kindness on his part not to expose my deception to the others and to allow me toleave quietly, with my dignity intact.

The very idea of leaving Wade Moon drove me to madness. Over the years, I had never recognizedGeorge as my Alpha, and in my mind Wade Moon belonged to me. No one had the right to expelme from there, especially not that despicable Omega!

Leaving Wade Moon behind for a walk, I found myself in a random desolate forest where I ventedall my anger, frustration, and disgust by screaming into the void and pounding a tree until my handswere numb. Little did I

know, I wasn’t alone. By sheer coincidence, I stumbled upon a murder scene, not one perpetratedby an ordinary

werewolf, but by a living monster who also happened to witness my true nature, something that noone else in

the world was privy to.

His mismatched eyes bore into me like those of a predator sizing up its prey, a sinister grin twistedhis lips upon uncovering my secret sent shivers down my spine. There was no other option but toflee. I ran for my life, but I couldn’t escape the realization that while I could run from everything else,I couldn’t run from Dark.

Wherever I turned, he stood before me, an ominous presence that seemed to mock my attempts toescape. Finally, I surrendered, dropping to my knees and pleading for my life but his response wasunexpected.

“Do you desire to become Alpha of that pack?” he asked.

It was my deepest aspiration to lead the Wade Moon Pack, I couldn’t fathom leaving it as Georgehad demanded. The offer was tantalizing, especially considering that all Dark asked for in returnwas a place to reside. Witnessing his mysterious powers, I sensed he was no ordinary wolf butrather a formidable creature–a solution to my pent–up anger and ambition.

Despite my fear, I brought Dark to Wade Moon with me under the guise of a nephew. With mysoulmate away visiting her mother with our son, I found myself at an advantage. I didn’t dare

question Dark about his plans, I was simply too scared.

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When Eloise met Dark, her reaction was unsettling, as if she could see through his facade. Ofcourse, since I had lied and said he was my nephew visiting temporarily, George allowed him tostay. Days passed without incident, but I lived in constant fear of being exposed or expelled fromthe pack. After a week, Dark had yet to make a move, my anxiety only grew.

All Dark ever did was wander around the pack, disappearing for hours at a time, sometimes usingmy place like a guesthouse. I could never figure out what was going on in his mind. With eachpassing day, my frustration mounted, especially as I felt the pressure from George’s ever watchfuleyes, a constant reminder that my time in the pack was running out. Unable to bear the weight of itany longer, I confronted Dark in frustration. I believed he had betrayed me, or worse, that he hadnever intended to help me at all. It seemed he had been using me, and I’d had enough.

Searching for him, I ended up by the riverside of the pack, where I witnessed an unbelievable sight.Dark was with Willow. She lay on the riverbank, surrounded by a mysterious darkness, soaking wet,while he eyed her as if she were a delicious piece of meat. As a man, I could clearly discern the illintentions behind Dark’s gaze. It suddenly dawned on me where he had been disappearing to, whyhe was still staying in Wade Moon, and what he was up to. His eyes spoke volumes.

But I couldn’t gather the courage to confront him then, especially when Dark’s predatory gaze hadalready spotted me long ago. It felt as if I had stepped into his territory, and that territory’s namewas Willow. Panicking, I left immediately, but later that night, I mustered the courage to confront himagain.

“You promised to help me become the Alpha, but you’ve yet to do anything. George is still theAlpha, and I’m going to be kicked out in a few days!” I accused, my frustration boiling over. “All youdo is follow that girl…”

Normally, he spoke very little and I was used to him ignoring me. But that day, I pushed my luck,ignored my fear, and mistook him for some random wolf with a few magical tricks. That was mybiggest mistake. The moment I mentioned Willow, his truly evil nature emerged, nearly killing me onthe spot.

His deadly grip tightened around my throat, lifting my body into the air, something impossible forany normal wolf to do. I was certain I was about to die.

“You are never to call her a girl. She is not a random girl. She is mine. My mate,” he solemnlyannounced, emphasizing the significance of Willow to him.

“But she is only 14,” I managed to get out between harsh breaths, struggling to comprehend thesituation. I had believed that he misunderstood Willow to be 17 or 18 due to her mature appearanceand body growth. She had grown before my eyes, her rapid development misleading in manyways.

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“Fourteen?” Dark’s evil smile confirmed my fears. “What destiny? I am also seventeen,” With aviolent toss, he cast me aside, leaving me to contemplate my impending fate as he promised Iwould soon be the Alpha.

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The look in his eyes conveyed his genuine commitment to helping me become Alpha. However, ittook me hours to process the truth that the man that appeared to be in his mid–20s was actuallyonly 17 years old and Willow

was his mate?

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