The Alpha of My Heart

I am in my wolf form, running through the forest. I don't know where I am going but I know I have to get away. Away from Asher. Away from the pack. Away from that life. I find myself in a clearing and stop for a breath. Looking around, I can't see through the shadows of the pitch-black forest. The light of the full moon suddenly catches the eyes of my pack's golden eyes, and I can see dozens of them peering at me from the darkness. Their black coats hide them, but those eyes reflect the mother's glow as I feel the immense threat surrounding me. Suddenly, a great white wolf bursts into the clearing, his brilliant blue eyes catching the light of the mother and practically glowing in the black of this night. He glances at me then around at my surrounding pack. He catches the urgency of my flight and howls out to the moon hanging in the sky above. In moments, I see flashes of white within the trees, among my black coated pack. This is our rival pack, the White Wolves of Winchester. They

I watch as he walks into the room. He is tall and very handsome. His bright blue eyes are striking with his tan complexion and light blond hair. His features are delicate but set sternly upon his face. I feel the wave of authority wash over me as I stand in this room with my wrists in handcuffs in front of me. I know that this is the Alpha of the Winchester white wolves. I fall to my knees fearing that in an attempt to keep peace between the packs, he may send me back to Brinshire. I am their Luna, after all and Asher is desperate to keep me for some reason. I wouldn't put it past him to threaten Winchester with war if I am not returned to him. I begin pleading with this Alpha to kill me instead. I can't let him send me back and I know that breaking the treaty is grounds for execution. Which would be better than going back to Asher, especially now that I have accepted him in fear. Suddenly, amidst my pleas, he kneels down and comforts me. His hand on my shoulder is a

"Impossible," I hear Abel mutter under his breath. Then I hear him in my mind, 'How?' "How, indeed," I say out loud. Suddenly, Abel turns and dismisses us from the Elders' council. We briskly walk into the mansion where he lets my hand go in the middle of the den. He looks flustered as he runs his hands through his blond hair. I am in amazement myself. "I thought you could only find one soulmate? You lost yours and Asher is mine, how is this possible?" I ask, trying to prompt a response from him. "I don't know," he dismisses my question as he reaches for a book on the shelf of the wall. I sit on a dark burgundy couch as I watch him thumb through the book. He finishes the book and throws it on the nearby desk as he reaches for another. I am lost in thought, is this really happening? Could I have been mistaken? Was Asher truly my soulmate or had I made the wrong assumption? No, he was it! He had to have been! He was in lust for me, which is normal for

"Alpha," the elders all state and come to attention as Eryn and I disembark from the sitting room. I glance at Nyko apologeticly and he nods his head to acknowledge my unspoken apology."Alpha, we must send the girl back. We have war waiting at our borders," Alito speaks demandingly and anger flashes in my eyes at him."We will not send our Luna away!" I command. "Sire, she cannot be our Luna, she is of Brinshire, she is not one of us!" he speaks up with a waver to his voice. "But, Alito, she is our Luna. The bond is complete. She is the fated mate to our Alpha and law states that the fated or chosen mate of our Alpha is our Luna," Nyko recites matter of factly, as he glances at me. Alito huffs then dismisses himself from the group. The other Elders smile warmly and greet Eryn as their newfound Luna. Nyko motions to me to step to the side for a word. "Yes, Nyko," I ask when we are far enough from the others."Sire, I have sent word to our General to ready our scouts with the possib