Hello Dear Reader!
I thank the sweet coincidence of having you here.
Raised Among Alphas is the first story I have committed to write and publish. I hope you find it compelling enough to give it a chance. Please leave me your comments, recommendations, or quirky remarks. As an obsessed Wattpad reader, I adore the funny observations and engagement of the readers with the stories. Humour and respectful expressions are welcomed and highly encouraged!
Now, have a good time travelling into Alora's life!
- Yours Always, Valeska🦋
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Alora POV
There are a couple of things you should know about me...
My Dad was Frederick Lorcan, but every werewolf remembers him as the mighty Silver Dread. The nickname he won thanks to his wolf's colour and deadly skills. The Silver Dread was the Beta of Alpha Vathan Varon from the Great Grasslands Pack.
As you might assume, they were very intimidating men with deadly wolves but very loved and respected among the packs of the Desert.
Since Alpha Vathan took his place as the leader of our pack, way before I was born, he kept true to his word of respecting the peace between us and the rest of the scattered packs in the Desert territories, always hoping for peaceful times.
Unfortunately, destiny had other plans.
Ten years ago, to the West, the wolves from the Mountains joined a tyrant Alpha whose real name has been erased from our history. He wanted to conquer the whole continent and crown himself as the King of all wolves. Delusional right?
The Tyrant Alpha turned his eye first to the Desert packs because we were spread and had low numbers of warriors protecting each pack, making us an easy target.
After uniting the packs in the Mountains, the Tyrant had planned on taking over the Desert warriors pack by pack. The goal was to strengthen his numbers and then go South to attack the more established Forest packs last.
The Forest packs are known for their large numbers and outstanding battle skills. They have four large and long-established packs. The Rainforest, The Boreal Forest, The Winter Lands and The Wetlands are the main packs of the Forest Territories. According to our legends, the Forest was the birthplace of the first werewolves thousands of moon cycles ago. The packs in there have been around since the beginning of our time.
The Tyrant Alpha needed to gather as many wolves from the Desert as he could to be able to match the numbers of the Forest packs if he wanted to succeed. What the Tyrant wasn't expecting was a union of all the Desert packs under the one and only Alpha Vathan Varon, accompanied by the Silver Dread, protecting his right flank.
Yes, my Alpha and my Dad led the resistance.
After the news of an invasion reached my Dad and our Alpha, they gathered every wolf and she-wolf able to fight from all the Desert packs. They trained day and night for a month until the day the Tyrant Alpha reached our borders.
I was twelve when one hot summer night, my Luna walked into my room in the pack house with a grim look and tears in her eyes. She climbed into bed with me and hugged me to sleep. Luna Saurey spent the whole night with me without saying a single word. She didn't have to, I knew what that sorrow meant. My Dad was dead. I closed off my emotions and sank deep into my dreams, the only place I could still be with him.
Before my Dad left for war, he told me everything that was going on. He told me he and our Alpha needed to travel all over the Desert to gather as many warriors as possible to stop the invasion coming from the Mountains.
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Raised Among Alphas
WerewolfThis is the story of Alora and her wolf Thana. Daughter of a fearless warrior, who died in battle, Alora trained her whole life to live up to the memory of her dad, the Silver Dread. She became a deadly wolf and build a reputation of her own. Alora...
