Through the dimly lit forest, the van carrying Xander and the Wild pack rumbled along, the anticipation heavy in the air.He sat in the front of the first van, his eyes up and towards the lightning in the sky, he could tell that it was from a heavy fire. The van jerked to a halt as they reached the outskirts of the beach outpost, its area ablaze with menacing fire creating a wall around the territory. The sight sent a shiver down Xander's spine, knowing it would be a dangerous encounter. As the pack members alighted from the vehicle, Xander stood before them looking at their eyes. They gathered before him and set their eyes on him. It was the culture, but he could tell that they were not with him. "Cast away your grievances, my brothers and sisters," he implored. "I know that you may not follow me as your leader, that you may not want me nor trust me. I don't want this either. I won't be here. But the grand alpha commanded it. I can't say no."He paused a while, trying to find the i

That same night, after the order to continue being the alpha of the Wild pack, Xander walked out of his father's office and walked through the club, people creating space for him as he proceeded. There were murmurings and he picked on most of them. The men called him a god, some say he had risen from the dead, some say he was the lycan king and the true alpha of the Wild pack. Walking out of the club, he walked towards the pack playing ground, their territory. As he proceeded towards the dais, members of the pack began to gather.Finally, he stood on an elevated dais, his cloak billowing in the gentle breeze. All eyes were on him, filled with anticipation and curiosity. Lucian and Damien, the former alphas, watched from the shadows, their demeanour tense and contemplative.They had ordered the murder of Xander, driven by jealousy and insecurity. But now, as they stood among the pack, they were unable to meet Xander's gaze, their guilt beginning to weigh heavily upon them."Did he kn

The Black Forest stood tall and foreboding, casting a sense of unease upon anyone who dared to venture into its depths.Its twisted branches, like gnarled fingers reaching out from the shadows, seemed to beckon Lucian and Damien forward, deeper into its mysterious heart.As the brothers cautiously approached the designated location, a heavy silence enveloped the air, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves under their feet. Suddenly, a dense fog rolled in, obscuring their vision and veiling the area in an ominous shroud. Within moments, figures began to materialize through the smoke—ancient witches with faces etched by time, their eyes piercing and filled with a pearl of dark wisdom.Lucian and Damien couldn't help but be overcome by a wave of fear. It gnawed at their insides, threatening to consume them whole.But the coven head, a wizened crone whose voice carried both authority and menace, spoke with a steely calmness that quelled their escalating panic."Remain calm, you sons of

As Damien and Lucian ventured deeper into the Lost Forest, they found themselves enshrouded by the dense thicket of trees and bushes.The ambient sounds of nature were muffled, and a feeling of uncertainty hung in the air. Damien turned to Lucian, his face filled with curiosity."Lucian, have you been here before?" Damien's voice was tinged with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety when he saw how Lucian meandered his way amid the thick forest, as though he knew where he was going. Lucian glanced around, his gaze sweeping through the tangled greenery. With a slight shake of his head, he admitted, "No, Damien. This is as unknown to me as it is to you."Damien felt a surge of unease, realizing the potential danger of their situation. However, his curiosity got the best of him, prompting him to inquire further."But, Lucian, you mentioned something about infiltrating the forest before? Why did you do that?"Lucian exhaled deeply, his eyes distant as he recalled past memories. "Well, now

Xander was looking forward to a deep conversation with Darius. He knew he was in danger, but to have Darius talk about it meant that Darius knew something and he wanted to hear it. But a messenger rushed in and announced that there was a woman who wanted to see Xander. Xander would preferred to face the conversation going but before he could talk, Darius patted his shoulder. "Later brother, we'll talk later," Darius said. As Xander followed the messenger down the dimly lit stairs, his senses heightened. He became alerted as he trusted none. This could be a trap. His instincts, honed by his fears for his brothers told him to be wary of every person he encountered.With the weight of responsibility on his shoulders as the pack's trusted leader, Xander had learned to trust no one without thorough scrutiny.Emerging from the club's entrance, Xander found himself face-to-face with a captivating woman.She exuded an air of intrigue and power that instantly echoed within him. Drawing clos