Alpha Diego's POV
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I sat tiredly on the chair, releasing a heavy sigh of perspiration. I could hear the drums heavily yet meticulously beating announcing the commencement of the biggest event an hour from now.
In less than an hour, the Thanksgiving celebration that usually takes us a week to prepare for would be held.
All morning, I had worked severely and solely for this purpose, you can say it's one thing that keeps an Alpha extremely busy like a slave; although in vehemently different ways.
Five years ago after the Syria sword was discovered and gifted to my pack by my father on his dying bed; I made sure a day, at least, in every year, was dedicated to worship it and offer thanks to the moon goddess for this unprecedented and unrestricted act of kindness and protection.
It's a secret that the sword is the source of our protection and most of our wins in the pack, especially in times of war like this.
The sword was a quest from my first fathers and it was discovered by my father and passed down to me. Only I know of its strength and its blessings to our pack. Well, not exactly I alone but my Luna-to-be also know of all the purposes of the Syria sword. Just yesterday, I told her everything there is about the sword and how it made us victorious in times of war. Our connection seem to wax stronger every day and despite her former mate's marking, I was willing to make her mine.
Our love story was written out of the blues, I grew from detesting her to loving her more than anything else. I mean, you don't get to see an Alpha falling so deeply for a human captive regularly, right?
For her cause, I was willing to damn any consequences, to protect her with all of me. Telling her about the sword was already a risk for not just myself but the pack at large but I didn't feel that way about it, I felt our connection blossoming its way into extreme delightfulness when I revealed that daring secret to her.
Our love life was perfect, we had just the same measure of love for each other and the only thing left was to make her fully mine.
I snapped out of my thought when the door opened and the chief maid walked in, I could feel she was coming to inform me to get ready for the feast but her countenance was somewhat indifferent.
"Alpha," she bowed in cognizance of my authority, "t-the Luna is nowhere to be found, Alpha"
The look of satisfaction swiped off my face at her words.
Just to be clear, firstly, Kyra wasn't officially a Luna but considering she would be soonest, I demanded that she be addressed with the title.
A grimace rested on my face, "what do you mean she is nowhere to be found? You ought to be with her until the end of today!"
"Yes Alpha, but earlier when the royal dressers came, she refused them entrance and chose to prepare for the festival alone. She ordered me to leave her room and locked up behind me.
I waited two hours at her doorpost, waiting for her to finish up but she wasn't coming out for hours and when I knocked, there was no response. I began to panic, so I alerted a guard and he broke down the door, I-I discovered that the room was empty. The window glasses were broken as well with a strong rope hanging down it"
"Broken?!" I stood up, my heart rate taking a feisty knack. "What are you--
"Alpha!" Beta Zayr walked in, panic in his voice. "Alpha--
"Speak!" I cut him off in impatience and he bowed.
"The s-sword--"
"Yes?" I interrupted again, already getting annoyed by his stutterings.
"The sword is missing, Alpha" his voice shook.
"What?!" My eyes lighted up to their fullest. "W-what are you saying Zayr?!" At this point, I was certain, that my breathing wasn't there anymore.
"The sword is--
His words were uncompleted, this time not by my interruptions but by the heavy clanging of metals and cries for help, it soon got deafening.
"What is happening?!" I yelled to him, but he also looked lost.
"Alpha," warrior Logan came scramming in, his hurried steps disheveled. "Blackfur pack. They are here.. W-war!" His words were just as messed up as his steps.
"War? What w--
I didn't get to complete my sentence before an arrow shot right through warrior Logan, penetrating greatly into his skin and dropping to the floor from his back; bloodied.
A scream of horror from Cora, the chief maid, joined that of the ones outside as Logan dropped to the floor, dead.
"Alpha, we have to leave!" beta Zayr said, already leading the way.
"This is a time of peace, Zayr. Why is there a war?"
"The blackfur are attacking us unaware. I have to get you to safety first, you cannot be discovered by them just yet--"
"But Kyra.." I paused from following him. "Kyra isn't here. I need to find her first!"
"Do you care most about that lowly human captive than your life, than your members life?!"
"She is my member, Zayr. I care about her just as much as I care about everyone else! You shall not speak of her in that manner!" I said, almost not believing we were getting into that argument again, especially at a time like this.
"I'm sorry, Alpha--
"Go ahead, save as many members as you can. I will find Kyra myself"
"But Alpha--
"We'll be fine" I assured and without waiting for his response, I exited the room, running towards my chambers. I arrived there and walked to the wall opposite the door, I spread my palm on a side of the wall; it glowed and a pin was required.
Aside from Kyra, only I knew about this emergency passageway to the sword keeper, not even My Beta is aware.
It's a passageway that only I can activate and make use of. Except for yesterday, when I took Kyra with me down this path and revealed everything to her.
The wall gave way to a door and I rushed into it, arriving at the small constructive passageway that easily led to the glowing sword of Syria.
I arrived at the darkroom that is usually illuminated by the glitters from the sword rare stones. It was now dark; almost completely gloomy.
I staggered back in horror as realization fully dawned on me. My jaw dropped; my heart pounding in my chest.
Indeed, the sword is missing! The Syria sword is missing!
Our sword of protection is missing right amid a blood demanding attack.
An attack from Kyra's former pack, a pack where I singlehandedly slew her mate and claimed her as my property.
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... ** Alpha Diego** *Kyra!* She was the first person to cross my mind after the awful realization and just as I took a step towards the exit to go find my mate, a bright light met my sight, and a figure stepped into it. I squint and discovered it was Kyle, beta to the Blackfur pack; his presence impulsively caused me to pause. I stared at Kyle who bore a victory smirk on his face as he held out a sword at me, his steps bold as he made his way to where I was. My wolf was starting to get into a fight mode but I was quick to control him. Until I have Kyra under my protection, until I am sure she is perfectly fine; I didn't want to bring my wolf to an uncontrollable state. I turned and headed in another direction but a pause jammed me again when a Blackfur warrior stepped in front of me. Not ready to give up, I turned the other way but the path was already covered by another warrior, I made a quick circular motion with my eyes and realized that I was surrounded. Analyzing the situat
... Alpha Diego... .. Their laughter occupied the atmosphere and soon doubled up in feats. My gaze rested on the bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My last hope; my end. Knowing I was without a choice as I would eventually die by the sword, I settled to use it. It was the only way to get rid of my enemies who were laughing in scorns to my face, I was that arrogant. It would be more fulfilling knowing that I took them down with me and at the same time than going alone. I bent over at the bracelet and let my blood drop on the red beads, it gave a bright glow. I shut my eyes and with difficulty, muttered a prayer to the moon goddess. *..My last chance. I failed. Not just you, not just myself; but my pack. The pack you entrusted in my care. I failed everyone. At the expense of my life, I plead for salvation; one last chance. A chance to ruthlessly right my wrongs, without mercy or remorse to the ones involved. I am grateful enough for this opportunity to talk to you in a situation
*Emily's POV* .. I carelessly flung my bag across my shoulder as I ran down the street now standing opposite the gigantic tall building; I took a glance at my wrist and cussed when the time came into view. I was ten minutes late already. Just my first week and I already have a record for lateness. In my disheveled state, I hurried into the building, ignoring the desperate stares I got as I walked on. I ran up the staircase in twos, checking each tag on the door for my class. With my bag dangling behind me in massive sways, I took a stop in front of a door after confirming the inscription on the smooth glassy surface. Running towards the door after my sudden halt, I felt my bags suddenly starting to wear me off. Trying to keep it in place had me bumping into something warm and hard, that instantly sent me crashing to the floor on my knees. My bag went sprawling to the floor; releasing some of my books from it. I rubbed my forehead painfully and sighed tiredly when I saw my books
... .. Emily dashed into the restroom the moment she realized his absence. She slammed the door behind her after she swooped into one of the stalls, she felt her nose running and she watched in the mirror, with horror-filled eyes as black blood drizzled down her nostrils. Her jaw dropped in shock; her heart thumping like giant raindrops slapping against an iron roof. With shaky hands, she began rinsing the blood off, her breathing so solid; save for the running water, she doubts the heaviness of it remaining in the enclosed space she was in. Grabbing a final handful of water from the running tap, she noticed the scratch on her wrist, the exact place his surprisingly razor-sharp fingers had dug into. She could still feel his finger digging into the area, his eyes; dark as night, boring into hers as if reaching for her soul. She breathed out, managing to shut her mouth. Alas! He found her. Her gaze moved to the sink, observing as the thick dark blood from her nose ran into the s
...**Emily**~I winced erratically as I placed the band-aid carefully on the already treated wound. I stared at the mess on my dressing table before darting my gaze to the mirror seated in front of me. From the mirror, I could see my study area occupied with loads of assignments and unfinished projects on the table, unlike any other school day I couldn't find strength to work on them today. Today's event was in full control of my thoughts. The fact that my supposed past had finally caught up with me haunted my memory. One thing I know for sure, is he isn't going to spare me. It took him twenty years to get to me, twenty years of continuously living with the new being I created in him, the demon I supposedly made him become; how can he possibly spare me?He is a Demon, a cursed Alpha and I am his prey. I'm sure he wouldn't have allowed me live this long if he wasn't already doubting my identity, he's probably trying to avoid any error that will cause him more trouble and until his
~Emily~..My brows knitted in confusion as I tried to sit up but the strong ropes bounding my legs limited me. Afew wriggle and they came off. Tenaciously, I recalled the last event before I passed out. Those men, did they bring me here? In my dream?I pinched myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming. Why was I in my dream? Tied up and unconscious. Is Diego going to kill me?Quickly, I climbed off the king-sized bed I was tied onto. The fluffy feel on my skin was also familiar, Diego and Kyra shared this room as a couple. I felt a cold chill run down my spine as my feet touched the floor, I looked around and found the door where I expected it to be, I was barefooted but that didn't bother me. I walked to the door and twist the knob but there was no budge, I tried it again and gave up after a few more trial. I left the door and began searching for my bag, I found it hanging down a stand and I immediately took it off the hook; reaching inside it for my cellphone. Just as I felt it, I h
~Emily~...She skillfully pulled out a sword from wherever and held the blade at my neck, I could already feel the bluntness digging into my flesh."Why are you bleeding?" She questioned, her gaze scrutinizing me."I-I-"Have you been lying? You're Kyra, aren't you--"No, no I'm not, I swear" I argued, "my name is Emily, I have no idea who you're talking about!""But you're bleeding. If it's not the curse, then explain it""I-It's an allergy reaction!" "What?" "I get nosebleed whenever I'm in a new environment, it's a rare allergy reaction that I have since birth."Her brows knitted, from her expression I could tell she didn't believe me. "You don't believe me?" She shook her head negatively, "liar.""I'm not. Wait," I grabbed my bag and searched through it with hopeful fingers for the painkillers I had thrown in the previous day for the injury I sustained from being yanked off the road. When I grasped them, my fear subsided a bit, I pulled the bottle out, "see? I just forgot to
~Emily~...She skillfully pulled out a sword from wherever and held the blade at my neck, I could already feel the bluntness digging into my flesh."Why are you bleeding?" She questioned, her gaze scrutinizing me."I-I-"Have you been lying? You're Kyra, aren't you--"No, no I'm not, I swear" I argued, "my name is Emily, I have no idea who you're talking about!""But you're bleeding. If it's not the curse, then explain it""I-It's an allergy reaction!" "What?" "I get nosebleed whenever I'm in a new environment, it's a rare allergy reaction that I have since birth."Her brows knitted, from her expression I could tell she didn't believe me. "You don't believe me?" She shook her head negatively, "liar.""I'm not. Wait," I grabbed my bag and searched through it with hopeful fingers for the painkillers I had thrown in the previous day for the injury I sustained from being yanked off the road. When I grasped them, my fear subsided a bit, I pulled the bottle out, "see? I just forgot to
~Emily~..My brows knitted in confusion as I tried to sit up but the strong ropes bounding my legs limited me. Afew wriggle and they came off. Tenaciously, I recalled the last event before I passed out. Those men, did they bring me here? In my dream?I pinched myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming. Why was I in my dream? Tied up and unconscious. Is Diego going to kill me?Quickly, I climbed off the king-sized bed I was tied onto. The fluffy feel on my skin was also familiar, Diego and Kyra shared this room as a couple. I felt a cold chill run down my spine as my feet touched the floor, I looked around and found the door where I expected it to be, I was barefooted but that didn't bother me. I walked to the door and twist the knob but there was no budge, I tried it again and gave up after a few more trial. I left the door and began searching for my bag, I found it hanging down a stand and I immediately took it off the hook; reaching inside it for my cellphone. Just as I felt it, I h
...**Emily**~I winced erratically as I placed the band-aid carefully on the already treated wound. I stared at the mess on my dressing table before darting my gaze to the mirror seated in front of me. From the mirror, I could see my study area occupied with loads of assignments and unfinished projects on the table, unlike any other school day I couldn't find strength to work on them today. Today's event was in full control of my thoughts. The fact that my supposed past had finally caught up with me haunted my memory. One thing I know for sure, is he isn't going to spare me. It took him twenty years to get to me, twenty years of continuously living with the new being I created in him, the demon I supposedly made him become; how can he possibly spare me?He is a Demon, a cursed Alpha and I am his prey. I'm sure he wouldn't have allowed me live this long if he wasn't already doubting my identity, he's probably trying to avoid any error that will cause him more trouble and until his
... .. Emily dashed into the restroom the moment she realized his absence. She slammed the door behind her after she swooped into one of the stalls, she felt her nose running and she watched in the mirror, with horror-filled eyes as black blood drizzled down her nostrils. Her jaw dropped in shock; her heart thumping like giant raindrops slapping against an iron roof. With shaky hands, she began rinsing the blood off, her breathing so solid; save for the running water, she doubts the heaviness of it remaining in the enclosed space she was in. Grabbing a final handful of water from the running tap, she noticed the scratch on her wrist, the exact place his surprisingly razor-sharp fingers had dug into. She could still feel his finger digging into the area, his eyes; dark as night, boring into hers as if reaching for her soul. She breathed out, managing to shut her mouth. Alas! He found her. Her gaze moved to the sink, observing as the thick dark blood from her nose ran into the s
*Emily's POV* .. I carelessly flung my bag across my shoulder as I ran down the street now standing opposite the gigantic tall building; I took a glance at my wrist and cussed when the time came into view. I was ten minutes late already. Just my first week and I already have a record for lateness. In my disheveled state, I hurried into the building, ignoring the desperate stares I got as I walked on. I ran up the staircase in twos, checking each tag on the door for my class. With my bag dangling behind me in massive sways, I took a stop in front of a door after confirming the inscription on the smooth glassy surface. Running towards the door after my sudden halt, I felt my bags suddenly starting to wear me off. Trying to keep it in place had me bumping into something warm and hard, that instantly sent me crashing to the floor on my knees. My bag went sprawling to the floor; releasing some of my books from it. I rubbed my forehead painfully and sighed tiredly when I saw my books
... Alpha Diego... .. Their laughter occupied the atmosphere and soon doubled up in feats. My gaze rested on the bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My last hope; my end. Knowing I was without a choice as I would eventually die by the sword, I settled to use it. It was the only way to get rid of my enemies who were laughing in scorns to my face, I was that arrogant. It would be more fulfilling knowing that I took them down with me and at the same time than going alone. I bent over at the bracelet and let my blood drop on the red beads, it gave a bright glow. I shut my eyes and with difficulty, muttered a prayer to the moon goddess. *..My last chance. I failed. Not just you, not just myself; but my pack. The pack you entrusted in my care. I failed everyone. At the expense of my life, I plead for salvation; one last chance. A chance to ruthlessly right my wrongs, without mercy or remorse to the ones involved. I am grateful enough for this opportunity to talk to you in a situation
... ** Alpha Diego** *Kyra!* She was the first person to cross my mind after the awful realization and just as I took a step towards the exit to go find my mate, a bright light met my sight, and a figure stepped into it. I squint and discovered it was Kyle, beta to the Blackfur pack; his presence impulsively caused me to pause. I stared at Kyle who bore a victory smirk on his face as he held out a sword at me, his steps bold as he made his way to where I was. My wolf was starting to get into a fight mode but I was quick to control him. Until I have Kyra under my protection, until I am sure she is perfectly fine; I didn't want to bring my wolf to an uncontrollable state. I turned and headed in another direction but a pause jammed me again when a Blackfur warrior stepped in front of me. Not ready to give up, I turned the other way but the path was already covered by another warrior, I made a quick circular motion with my eyes and realized that I was surrounded. Analyzing the situat
Alpha Diego's POV .. I sat tiredly on the chair, releasing a heavy sigh of perspiration. I could hear the drums heavily yet meticulously beating announcing the commencement of the biggest event an hour from now. In less than an hour, the Thanksgiving celebration that usually takes us a week to prepare for would be held. All morning, I had worked severely and solely for this purpose, you can say it's one thing that keeps an Alpha extremely busy like a slave; although in vehemently different ways. Five years ago after the Syria sword was discovered and gifted to my pack by my father on his dying bed; I made sure a day, at least, in every year, was dedicated to worship it and offer thanks to the moon goddess for this unprecedented and unrestricted act of kindness and protection. It's a secret that the sword is the source of our protection and most of our wins in the pack, especially in times of war like this. The sword was a quest from my first fathers and it was discovered by m