All Chapters of Her Alpha King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

--Alyssa--I was worried now because the idea that the people had of my people was so strong; the hate was too much. But there was nothing that I could do because that was the fate now, and changing it was going to cause serious troubles from all the packs. The deep-seated animosity seemed insurmountable, and any attempt to alter this perception was likely to trigger a cascade of conflicts and bloodshed. The packs were fiercely territorial and bound by long-standing traditions and prejudices, making any reconciliation efforts nearly impossible.Xavier had already been receiving calls from all angles, asking him whether it was a rumor or it was real. The incessant inquiries reflected the brewing tension and widespread concern among the people. Each call added to the mounting pressure on Xavier, who was already struggling to maintain a fragile peace. The rumors circulating about the white wolf had ignited a frenzy, and people demanded answers. Was the legend true? Did the white wolf rea

--Alyssa--Everyone was angry. They were saying that the White Wolf wanted a war, so they should wage war against them. I did not agree, but I kept that to myself. The White Wolves were not known for violence; even when they wanted to take lands, they never harmed anyone. So, they had to stay calm. That was what Xavier said, and that was what got everyone asking, “Whose land?”The truth was finally going to be spilled today. They had been living in lies all their lives."Okay, no talking. When I am done, you can ask questions," Xavier said, and everyone fell silent. They were about to hear the most shocking story. I knew some were aware of it, but others were not because they had taught their children that the White Wolf was a villain who wanted their destruction. I couldn't wait to see the look on their faces when they found out the truth.“It started some centuries ago. The White Wolves were the first beings created by the Moon Goddess. She created them before us,” Xavier began, and

--Alyssa--I was in my office, now surrounded by the familiar scent of freshly baked goods and the soft hum of the bakery below. The day had been long, and exhaustion was starting to settle into my bones. All I wanted was to go home, sink into the plush cushions of my couch, and drift off into a peaceful sleep. But that luxury was still out of reach, as I had to wait for Grandma. We had just finished going over the accounts for the place, and since opening, we were about ten thousand dollars in profits. It was a significant achievement, a testament to our hard work and dedication. However, I couldn't bring myself to boast about it to Xavier. He was going through so much right now, trying to communicate with the White wolves, with his father and the council leaders offering what support they could. Our financial success seemed trivial in comparison to the weight of his burden.The shop was bustling with activity, the air filled with the chatter of customers and the clinking of dishes.

--Alyssa--It was dinner time, and the air buzzed with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, their unasked questions hanging in the air as I tried to focus on my food. Each bite was a deliberate attempt to delay the inevitable barrage of inquiries I knew was coming. I hoped to eat quickly and escape to the sanctuary of my room, but deep down, I knew that wouldn't happen."Alyssa, how did he look? I mean the White wolf," Aunty Florence asked, her voice breaking the silence with the confidence that only she seemed to possess. I looked up from my bowl of soup, meeting the expectant gazes of everyone at the table. Grandma, sitting across from me, gave a slight nod, encouraging me to answer. Nice play, Grandma."Just like us," I replied, but their skeptical expressions told me they weren't convinced. It was clear they thought I was hiding something or didn't believe what I was saying."Are you sure? I heard they have white fur on some parts of their bodie

--Alyssa--Nathaniel’s sharp intake of breath echoed in the tense silence as his gaze locked onto Alyssa. "Did you see that? She looks just like Alyssa," he murmured, his voice tinged with disbelief. His eyes darted from Alyssa to the mysterious woman, searching for answers.Nathaniel's expression shifted subtly as he broached the topic, a mix of curiosity and guarded intrigue playing across his features. His usual calm demeanor bore a hint of contemplation, as if carefully weighing his words before speaking. I could sense his reluctance to delve into a potentially sensitive topic, yet his curiosity urged him forward."Xavier," Nathaniel began, his voice measured yet tinged with curiosity, "have you noticed how Alyssa resembles... that woman?" His gaze met mine through mindlink, searching for a reaction, perhaps anticipating surprise or recognition.I paused, momentarily caught off guard by his observation. Nathaniel's words hung in the air, laden with unspoken implications that stirr