Alpha Wolf - Mate Mine

Chapter 1 ~ Wild Mountains

FTR or RR??

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Years later. 

AFTER she was allowed to grow up.

The sky was an intense blue with no cloud disrupting its infinitive magnificence, while the wind was battling with the trees surrounding the gigantic rock where Elena sat peacefully, enjoying the view of her mountains enclosing the concave valley with their wildness and immortal power. With the sun being consumed by the horizon, the girl was admiring the magical change of colours and the incoming arms of darkness.

Lounging in her pack's backyard since she could crawl, she was raised in a paradise for wolf pups, surrounded by endless woodlands and open fields, with a family that spoiled her to the tips of her fur and a squad of friends so loyal, you would think she was already their official Alpha. The only danger ever faced was the occasional tick or rogue attack —and even those were more like playful chases than true danger.

Elena knew who she was and she was gearing up to unleash her inner alpha.

"Patience is bitter, but its victory fruit is worth the hunt. A true Alpha can't lead without it," the Alpha of Full Moon, also known by some as her dear father, would constantly remind her in front of others. 

There was no point in reminding him that he didn't even eat fruits. 

When they were alone, he would change his tune, comparing the art of mastering patience to chasing a squirrel. "Frustrating at first, but when you sink your teeth into it, ah, that victory tastes sweeter than the juiciest deer. Master it, and we can go hunt together in No Man's land."

Little did he know, Elena had already ventured into that unclaimed land nestled among claimed territories more times than the hair he had on his alpha head.

Black Devil was a neighbouring pack, notorious for the legendary 'Black Alpha', the feral Killing Machine, the Beta and the Cunning Fox, their sly Gamma.

It was like a distant presence, a name spoken but never manifested.

Ever since Elena was born, she had been warned about that pack. 

By her teachers. By her parents. By other werewolf packs.

Black Devil was the reason why they couldn't leave their territory or even inch closer to the borders, why she couldn't explore as her nature demanded. Elena had to sneak around and risked her neck for a taste of the wind, and the smell of free lands in her nostrils.

Ah, even their nursery, rhymes were about fearing Black Devil...fearing them.

The stories of their evil ran rampant for centuries: the pack with mateless wolves, that conquered and destroyed. 

Elena was proud of Full Moon, recognised for its rich territory, cheerful members, compassion and respect. Its history wasn't perfect. But whose was?

After all, it is a rough world where respect is gained by violence and blood shed.

Her father always had zero tolerance towards trespassing and didn't believe in second chances. But when people were in need, Alpha Giacomo and the Luna Elisa, Elena's mom, gave warm shelter and furry protection.

Black Devil was a different beast entirely.

Elena shivered thinking about their inhumane training.

The higher the rank, the harsher the trials. She remember tales whispered in hushed tones under the cover of darkness.

How their Gamma at the tender age of 10 was sent to slaughter rogues, bears and other lesser predators sniffing around the borders. And how the quiet Beta, with a marked skin that told a tale of its own, had a red-eyed wolf that could silence a whole pack out.