The Elusive Bond

The Alpha of Alphas and The Elusive White Wolf

The night was still, save for the rustle of the wind through the trees and the soft murmur of shadows that clung to the edges of the clearing. Beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, Aleksander Morozova stood tall in his wolf form—coal black fur blending into the night, his piercing eyes glowing like embers in the dark. His presence commanded silence, every pup in the clearing rooted to the ground in reverence as the ceremony began.

It was tradition, an ancient rite where young wolves from all over were brought to the Little Palace to sever their ties to their home packs. Tonight, they would pledge their loyalty to the Alpha of Alphas, to Aleksander.

He took a step forward, his large paws sinking into the earth, and raised his head. A low, guttural growl echoed from his chest—a call that would bind them, marking the beginning of their new lives under his rule.

From the shadows, Baghra watched in her human form, her ever-present darkness swirling around her. Her eyes, sharp and knowing, weren't focused on the ceremony itself but on the small, hidden figure beside her. Concealed by shadows, a little white wolf pup with fur so pale it gleamed like the light of the moon, crouched low and quiet.

Amira.

Unlike the others, Amira was not here to pledge her loyalty. She wasn't part of the ceremony and, if Baghra had her way, she never would be. But Aleksander did not know that—not yet.

As the ceremony drew on, the air grew thick with the scent of change, the bonds of old packs breaking and new ones forming. Aleksander prowled between the young pups, exuding strength and dominance. He was the leader they would follow into the darkness, the one they would answer to for the rest of their lives.

But not Amira. Not today.

Baghra's shadows coiled protectively around her, keeping her hidden, while Aleksander's gaze scanned the clearing. The little white wolf, unaware of her own destiny, watched in silent curiosity, her bright eyes glinting with mischief.

And though Aleksander couldn't see her yet, Amira would make sure, someday, that he did.

Aleksander circled the pups one last time, his imposing figure casting long shadows across the clearing. The young wolves lowered their heads in submission, feeling the weight of the Alpha's presence bearing down on them. This was no ordinary leader—they were swearing allegiance to the Alpha of Alphas, the one who held dominion over all packs that dared enter his realm.

He stopped before the largest of the pups, a grey wolf who quivered under the intensity of Aleksander's gaze. With a slow, deliberate movement, Aleksander lowered his head, his eyes locking onto the pup's. For a brief moment, the only sound was the crackling of energy in the air, as if the earth itself was holding its breath.

The grey wolf pup raised its head in return, ears flattened in submission but eyes gleaming with resolve. A low growl rumbled from Aleksander's throat—a signal of acceptance. One by one, each young wolf raised their heads, their bonds with their home packs severed, their loyalty now sworn to the Alpha of Alphas.

Above them, the moon bathed the scene in silver light, marking the final moments of the ceremony. It was done. They were now part of Aleksander's pack.

From her hiding place, little Amira watched intently, her pale fur almost glowing in the dim light. She didn't fully understand the significance of what was happening, but a part of her—some instinctive, mischievous part—rejected the idea of being controlled by anyone, even an Alpha as powerful as Aleksander. Her little nose twitched as she watched the other pups submit to him, a huff escaping her, one that didn't go unnoticed by Baghra.

Baghra's dark eyes flicked down to the young wolf at her feet. "Hush, little one," she whispered softly, her voice more like a command than a comfort. "Your time will come, but not today."