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The Battle of the Alphas: Part Two
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The night air was brisk, its cool touch a soothing caress against Amani’s skin as she stood on the balcony, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Today marked her eighteenth birthday, and anticipation hummed in the air as preparations for the celebration unfolded. Among the esteemed guests were several high-ranking packs, including the exalted Royal Kingdom, Blackclaw. Amani’s parents had never entertained such gatherings at their manor, nor had they granted her freedom beyond her pack’s borders, but this night was different. Amani’s father aimed to gather all the distinguished packs for a significant purpose: to formally declare her as the future Alpha of Bloodmoon, a tradition that echoed the customs of their kind since ancient times.“Alpha of Bloodmoon,” she kept repeating in her head. It was a title she didn't believe she was worthy of, burdened with unwanted pressure, especially for her. Throughout the existence of her kind, there had never been a female Alpha until her. Bor
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In the darkness below, Amani's vision was limited without her wolf. She relied solely on the keen wolf vision of her companions to guide her way.“Have the rest of the packs arrived? Who is standing at our side?” Selene’s voice pierced the darkness.“We stand alone,” Darius’s response echoed solemnly.Amani detected a tremble in Darius’ tone, a hint of fear that she had never heard from him before.“So, the other packs haven’t arrived yet?” Amani sought clarification.“No, my lady, what I mean is…” Darius paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “They have all come to join the Royal Kingdom in our attack.”The two women couldn’t stifle their gasps of horror, their breath catching in their throats as the grim reality unfolded before them. It was now painfully clear why Amani had been plagued with a sense of foreboding. Perhaps it had been a premonition of the massacre that awaited them.“They were never interested in a party…” Darius’s voice was heavy with dread. “…This is an exterm
The First of Her Kind That’s No Angel
Amani woke up to bright lights overhead, too intense for her unadjusted vision. She raised her hand to her face, tracing her fingertips along her bandaged eye. Confusion swept over her as she scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, panic bubbling up inside her. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, attempting to get out of the bed but someone immediately held her down, preventing her from moving at all. “No… please, let me go…” she pleaded, struggling against the unseen force. “She’s awake again! Bring her another sedative!” A deep voice demanded. The mention of a sedative sent Amani into a full-blown panic. Why would anyone want to sedate her? Feeling increasingly unsafe, her only objective now was to escape. She needed to find her pack, or what was left of them. As memories of the attack on Bloodmoon flooded her mind, she felt her heart sink. How long had it been since that night? How long had she been a prisoner in this unfamiliar place?” “Let me go… please,” Amani pleade
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When Amani awoke once again, she found herself in a magnificent and luxurious bedroom, a space truly befitting royalty. The bed enveloped her in its grandeur, and she found comfort in the soft, exquisite silk sheets beneath her. Instantly, she recognized her surroundings - she had been brought to the Royal Palace. As she attempted to sit up, a sharp, searing pain shot through her body, causing her to wince in discomfort. Taking a moment to steady herself, Amani noticed that she was adorned in a pristine white nightgown, her arms revealing the remnants of scars that marred her skin. Though they appeared to be in the process of healing, their presence still startled her. Her broken hand, now securely bandaged, offered some relief, but she knew it would take time for it to fully mend. Suddenly, a gentle knock at the door shattered the silence, jolting Amani from her thoughts. Without hesitation, a plump, middle-aged woman entered the room, her warm and caring presence filling the space.
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The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the towering windows of the Royal Palace, casting a warm glow on Amani's face as she slept soundly in her bed. She stirred from her slumber as Maggie entered her chambers, gracefully carrying a tray filled with a delicious breakfast."Good morning," Maggie greeted with a bright smile, crossing the room to place the tray on the table.Usually, Amani would ignore Maggie's morning greetings, but today was different. A sense of warmth for the old woman was beginning to awaken within her. "Good morning," Amani responded, surprising Maggie who glanced over to confirm it was indeed her speaking."I brought your breakfast," Maggie said, her voice tinged with a hint of caution. "I would strongly advise you to eat it unless you want an angry Alpha barging in here."With a gentle stretch, Amani sat up and slowly made her way to the table. She realized it was in her best interest to enjoy her meal and avoid the return of the formidable Prince."
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