The Long Lost Alpha

Prologue

Screams echoed through the halls of the otherwise peaceful Crimson Crest packhouse. Its innocent members scattered about in a fearful frenzy. A cloud of green foul-smelling smoke loomed over the packhouse, hiding it away. Its poisonous spell sent the pack into a daze and turned them defenseless. With a loud howl, the small group of rogue werewolves ran through the chaotic crowd. They shoved the weak warriors out of their way, clearing a path for their leader. The rogue gruesome leader hurried through the house, an eerie aura radiating off him.

“Move out of the way! We won’t hurt you! It’s the Alpha we want!” the leader roared before shifting into his big black wolf. His paws galloped up the staircase, his eyes glaring with revenge.

Concerned members shifted into their wolves and lunged at the rogues. Alas, the mysterious smoke kept engulfing them, leaving even the strongest warriors powerless. The rogues shoved around the pack wolves, making thuds and screams echo through the walls. The defenseless had to endure becoming prisoners in their own packhouse. Yet, they had hope that their Alpha would save them soon.

As for the rogue leader, his long legs brought him up to the Alpha’s floor within seconds. But, the Beta and Gamma of the pack were guarding his door in their wolf forms. Snarling at them with his sharp teeth, he glared at them with authority.

Unwavering, the loyal leaders refuse to let the rogue get his way. Bending their legs to attack, they prepared to finish him off before the rogue could get to their Alpha. When the rogue refused to back down, they lunged towards him in unison.

Unfortunately, the rogue wolf was beyond powerful as soon as a wind of smoke blew past the loyal warriors. With a single thrust, both the Beta and Gamma got pushed over the railing. They hurled down four floors to their demise and left the doors to the Alpha’s room unguarded.

Satisfied with his actions, the rogue leader shifted into his human form. He was confident that it was enough to finish off the Alpha. After all, he possessed a secret weapon under his sleeves. A malicious smile curled the rogue’s lips as he burst through the doors in a flourish. As expected, there in front of him stood the mighty Alpha, as he took a protective stance in front of his Luna.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the mighty Alpha of the Crimson Crest and his gorgeous Luna,” he called out as he took slow steps towards them. Behind him, two loyal rogues followed.

“What do you want, Kris?!” the Alpha roared, his voice vibrating through the wall of his suite.

Kris, the rogue leader, scoffed, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to kill you, Alpha Tyrell. You and your little family.”

Alpha Tyrell launched himself at the rogue but Kris uncovered his secret weapon. As soon as he blew the handful of powder towards the Alpha’s face, he slumped down to his knees. Another rogue did the same to Luna Muriel, weakening her. Soon, they were both at the mercy of their assailants.

“Someone doesn’t like you being the pack leader, Alpha. You know me, I can never say no to gold and an exciting job.” Kris ran his fingers through the Alpha’s dark hair and yanked it back.

Alpha Tyrell growled, “You will regret this, Kris. You will never get away with this!”

Kris scoffed, shaking his head in disappointment, “Now, where is your son?”

The Crimson Crest’s Luna immediately shrieked in panic and started bawling out in fear, “No! Not my baby! Please, spare him!”

“Spare him? Hah! Luna Muriel, your beauty overpasses your wit. Don’t you remember? I am here to kill you all and wipe out your little family forever.” Kris let go of the Alpha and walked over to Luna. In a split second, he yanked her golden hair back with his rough grip. His free hand pulled out a sharp green-liquid-coated dagger and placed it over her throat.

“Kris, you scoundrel! Let my mate go!” the weak Alpha yelled with every ounce of strength he had, as tears filled his eyes.

Kris paid no heed to him but instead glowed with wrath. He glared at Alpha Tyrell, “Tell me or get ready to watch your Luna die before your eyes!”

Silent whimpers escaped Luna Muriel’s lips and her helpless mate looked at her with sympathy. The Alpha, torn between his son and his mate, had an impossible decision to make. But, as the strange liquid from the dagger started falling on his mate’s skin, her screams of pain left him no choice.

“He’s in the nursery down the hall,” Alpha Tyrell finally answered in defeat.

The corner of Kris’s lips twitched in pleasure before he nodded at his follower, a nod that held a gruesome meaning. The rogue ran out of the room immediately, the worried screams of Luna Muriel following him.

Minutes later, he returned, covered in black soot and smelling of gasoline. Emotionless, he walked over to the rogue leader. The Alpha and the Luna both were kneeling opposite each other with daggers on their necks.

“Everything is going as planned. The nursery is burning down as we speak,” the rogue informed his leader.

A sudden erupt of eerie manic laughter echoed through the room. Kris shifted his attention to his next victims, his eyes red with bloodlust.

“Goodbye, Luna Muriel. The world will miss your beauty. Now, your mate will watch your demise and start dying out of a broken heart. But, fear not, I will not let him suffer for long. He will join you in the eternal dimension soon enough,” Kris gloated, each word laced with pure hatred.

Despite the retaliating cries, they snatched the life of the Crimson Crest pack's Luna. It only took a single sleight of hand to end her beautiful life. Her mate, the heartbroken Alpha died soon after. With howls of victory, the rogues left the room and the packhouse, leaving no scent behind.

A few minutes later, the cloud of fog passed and the pack regained their alertness, but alas, it was too late. The sight of their dead Alpha, Luna, and the burnt-down nursery of the heir to the pack, crushed their soul and spirit.

As the proper steps to bury the victims took place, the pack gathered in the grand hall. Sniffling, whimpers and sighs echoed through the walls with no comfort in sight. But, not for long.

Alpha Xander immediately stood up with determination. An evil smirk crept onto his lips before he began, “Fear not, my family. Such dreadful times need a leader and I volunteer to set things straight again. After all, I am the Alpha’s uncle and am of a genuine Alpha bloodline. We will rise from this and become stronger than ever. Rogues will never step foot in our pack again. I promise.”

The Crimson Crest pack mourned the death of their members, their family. Above all, they wailed for their Alpha, Luna, and future Alpha. But, little did they know that that fateful night was not only the end of their beloved leader. Unknown to them, it was also the end of the peaceful and gentle reign of Crimson Crest.

Will they suffer under their new leadership forever? Will destiny send someone to save them from their misery?