Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

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author's note: how long do you think Kara can resist Tristan?

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I yearned for him even in my sleep.

Despite every part of myself telling me that he was a beast, my subconscious challenged most waking thoughts I had about him. As I slept, I imagined his arms around me, holding me tight and close to his body. It was something that I couldn't deny had a certain appeal to it.

Tristan was strong. His arms were built to protect and at the thought of him protecting me, I couldn't help but grimace. If he was the one I feared, how could he protect me from himself?

I thought back to the first time I'd ever heard about him. It was six years ago when he became alpha and started becoming infamous in the werewolf world. A neighbouring pack had become threatened by his reclaiming of his birthright. Once he killed the alpha that took the title, a man who was apparently his father figure, war was declared between the two packs and the North East was submerged in bloodshed.

Tristan, according to the stories, killed the alpha in a fight to the death. But that wasn't the worst part. He had knocked the alpha's head clean off his shoulders and forced the neighbouring pack to have him as their leader. Anyone who objected was killed. It was then the North-West territory gained the title of the Underworld because the land had become full of death and lost souls.

And the king?

None other than the Alpha Tristan, who people began to fear and in turn hate. The stories turned to cautionary tales and I wasn't sure where truth turned into fiction used to scare people into submission.

I'd only recently discovered that the one story that made me fear him more than anything wasn't true. He'd never had a mate who he killed—he'd never touched any woman before me. The latter confession sent an overwhelming feeling of pride through me.

I was the only person that experienced his addictive touch, no matter how brief. Sitting up against the headboard, I stared at the door, slowing my breathing down so I could try sense where he was. I could instantly tell that he was in his own bedroom, probably finally sleeping properly for the first time in two weeks.

Throwing the covers off me, I controlled my breathing like he advised me to, leaving my room and walking the short distance to his door. I could feel him through the door, the way his hands gripped the sheets. My hand hovered over the doorknob for a moment before I slowly twisted it, pushing the door open.

Unlike I thought, he wasn't sleeping but sat up against the headboard with a trace of a smile on his face.

"You controlled your breathing." He pointed out with an impressed expression on his face. "Work on your heartbeat next. I could hear it racing through the door."