Page 1 of Alpha's Heir

Chapter one

Preston

AsIstrodethroughthe darkened forest, my fury boiled within me like a tempestuous storm. The scent of pine and damp earth did little to soothe the seething anger that coursed through my veins. It had been too long, far too long since I had lost everything to Cora and Weston. That night, when their pack's protective magic had lashed out and driven me away, I had thought it was the end. But here I was, reborn as the Alpha of the Unseen Pack, and my burning hatred for them had never waned.

I recalled the moment I had first realized the extent of my newfound power. The forest, once a prison, had now embraced me as its master. It whispered secrets to me, promising the strength I needed to accomplish my revenge. It was a raw, untamed magic that had coursed through my body, a force that would grant me the ability to tear apart everything Cora and Weston held dear.

My pack members, loyal in their fear and thirst for power, trailed behind me. They sensed my rage, my determination, and they fed on it like vultures circling fresh carrion. "Listen up, you lot," I snarled, my voice dripping with menace. "We've waited long enough. Cora and Weston think they can enjoy their newfound unity, their happiness, but they're living on borrowed time. It's time to remind them who truly holds the power."

Their eager nods and hungry expressions fueled my resolve. I led them through the tangled undergrowth, my anger burning with each step. Cora, with her smug superiority, and Weston, with his damn good luck, were in for a reckoning they'd never forget. I had waited, biding my time, allowing them to believe they had won. But now, it was my turn to strike back, to take control of the supernatural world and force them to serve me eternally.

I caught glimpses of the forest's dark magic, shadows that flitted and danced like mocking phantoms. They were my allies, my loyal servants in this quest for revenge. They would aid me in ways Cora and Weston couldn't possibly fathom. They thought they had faced darkness before, but they were about to learn what true darkness was.

The forest embraced us like an old friend, its ancient magic thrumming beneath my skin. Since becoming Alpha of the Unseen Pack, I had spent every waking moment studying the dark arts that now bent to my will. The forest, once my tormentor, had become my ally.

As I led my pack through the depths of the forest, our shadows melded and shifted with ease. Our physical forms wavered between the corporeal and the ephemeral, a fluid dance of darkness. We were no longer cursed to the shadows; we had harnessed them, bending them to our whims.

I glanced over at Marcus, my loyal second-in-command, as he shifted effortlessly from human to wolf, then to shadow and back again. The power of the forest coursed through us, a heady sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

"Keep your focus, everyone," I growled, my voice a low rumble. "We're on the brink of something great, something that will send shockwaves through the supernatural world."

My pack members responded with eager nods, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They understood the magnitude of what we were about to unleash. Cora and Weston hadn't seen it coming, hadn't anticipated that we had regained control over our shadow forms, that we were stronger than ever.

As we moved deeper into the forest, the shadows played tricks on the senses. Trees twisted and contorted, their forms shifting like wraiths in the night. The very ground beneath our feet seemed to undulate with otherworldly energy.

I could sense the forest's approval, its dark magic rejoicing in our newfound power. It was as if the very essence of the woods itself had allied with us, granting us dominion over its secrets.

We came to a clearing, our forms shimmering as we shifted between shadow and solidity. Marcus grinned at me, a feral glint in his eyes. "Tonight's the night, Alpha. Cora and Weston won't know what hit 'em."

My lips curled into a sinister smile. "No, they won't," I replied, my voice dripping with malice. "Tonight, we reclaim our rightful place, and the supernatural world will tremble at our power."

The Unseen Pack surged forward, our shadow forms dancing in the moonlight, our determination unwavering. The forest, once our captor, now stood as our ally in this dark mission of revenge and conquest.

We gathered in the heart of our forest sanctuary, united by a shared purpose and a hunger for revenge. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting eerie shadows that mirrored our own newfound powers.

"Listen up, everyone," I growled, my voice carrying a raw, primal edge. "We trained for this, bled for this, and now it was time to claim what was rightfully ours."

Marcus, his eyes ablaze with determination, stepped forward. "The united Silverstreak and Onyxfang pack won't see us coming. They think they've beaten us, but we're stronger, smarter, and more dangerous than ever."

Nods of agreement rippled through the pack as they shifted between solid and shadow forms, their shapes fluid and unpredictable. It was a sight that sent shivers down my spine, a testament to the dark magic that now coursed through our veins.

Alicia, our agile and cunning scout, spoke up, her voice dripping with venom. "We scouted their territory, Alpha. They're vulnerable, and we've got the element of surprise. Tonight's the night we make them pay."

I flashed a predatory smile. "That's right. We'll strike when they least expect it, when they're at their weakest. And when it's over, we'll show them the true meaning of fear."

The forest itself seemed to echo our intentions, its dark magic humming in harmony with our resolve. We'd become one with the shadows, an unstoppable force fueled by hatred and a thirst for power.

As the hours passed, we drilled and prepared, honing our abilities and fine-tuning our strategy. The pack members pushed themselves to the limits, sweat and determination glistening in the moonlight.

A pack member named Victor, a fierce warrior with a reputation for brutality, approached me. "Alpha, we've been itching for this moment. It's time to make them regret ever crossing us."

I clapped him on the shoulder, our eyes locked in a shared understanding. "You're damn right, Victor. Tonight, we write a new chapter in our history, one where the Unseen Pack reigns supreme."

The tension in the air was palpable, the anticipation electric. We were a force of nature, a dark storm gathering on the horizon, and nothing would stand in our way. The united Silverstreak and Onyxfang pack may have had their moment of victory, but it was short-lived. Tonight, the shadows rose, and our revenge began.

Chapter two

Weston

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