Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

Ena [ 1 ]

author's note: you must be familiar with the Greek mythology story of Hades and Persephone to notice the parallels in this.

that being said, this story is only influenced by the Greek myths, not a complete retelling. and that means it won't be exactly as the myths are, but maybe just as crazy, within reason of course :)

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"Can you believe he's coming from Greenland?" the hushed whispers came from all around me. The field was packed, more so than usual because of what was going to happen, or who rather was coming. "Greenland is like the underworld of our world. Rumour has it that visiting is like a one-way ticket to hell. Wolves aren't welcome without his say so, and even then, he makes them fight for their place in his pack. It doesn't sound so barbaric when you leave out the fact that the fight doesn't stop until you're on the brink of death, and only if you survive do you earn a place in his pack."

I shivered at the mere thought of being beaten an inch from death, blocking out the frantic whispers of the people around me. My fingers brushed the petals of the daffodils that decorated the field. They had to be my favourite flowers, the most beautiful too. The shade of yellow that they took reminded me of the burning sun in the afternoon, full of life and power.

I could have spent the entire day at the field, but of course, we all had to welcome him. The fear that surrounded the utterance of his name spoke volumes, especially because rumour had it that his name was spoken on a dead person's lips. His visit to the North East was a courtesy really. We all knew it, but Alpha Ramiel stressed on the importance of staying on his good side.

Alpha Tristan. I thought, unwillingly shuddering again. His name certainly didn't sound scary, but it was the story behind it that held so much weight. Closing my eyes, I tried to picture what the man looked like if he didn't look like the beast everyone described him to be. Imagining something out of my worst nightmare seemed like the best way to go—he caused so much death that it was believed he was starting to take its form.

Staring down at the life that bloomed from the ground, I touched the stem delicately before leaning back cautiously on a patch of grass that had no daffodils. My ears tuned into the conversation again, and I listened with curiosity that time around.

"Apparently," Raisa spoke, leaning in closer to her group of friends as if that stopped everyone else from hearing what she said. "He started killing because his mate rejected him on the basis of his looks—he's that hideous that his own mate couldn't bear to love him."

The image in my mind subconsciously morphed into something even more hideous at her words. It wasn't the craziest rumour I'd heard, especially since the one where he killed his own brother for looking at him the wrong way sounded entirely absurd, but it did sort of make sense. I certainly wouldn't care for anything if I was rejected because of my looks, I mean, that had to be the cruellest thing ever.