Book 1 of Alpha Wolf: Mate Mine

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Once Upon A Time

...Many moons ago...Black Devil’s Territory...

Screams and shouts echoed through the bustling corridors of the pack house. There was a human among them. Living among them…and breathing between them ...

The Beta had sniffed her by pure accident before the little thing could sneak away. He wanted to kill her instantaneously, but that boy Rolando had hissed and barked like a wild little pup. Alpha’s son and that wolf’s excuse, Crucifero, had also contributed to the crime since they had all come to defend the human.

And the pack wanted, needed, blood.

Rolando and the female were to be executed in front of everyone and die. As per custom, their heads were to be hung in front of the pack house, for everyone to watch and remember what happened to those who broke Black Devil’s rules.

No mate was allowed to survive, no human was allowed to the pack.

As far as the Beta was concerned, the Alpha’s son and his friend were to be killed too.

The Alpha Tiberious’s orders were to move those two to the Underworld, while slaying the young couple.

Then the incredible happened. The son of Tiberious turned into his angry black wolf and challenged his own father… only one of them would have survived.

Only one of them would have remembered that terrible battle, where nothing was spared.

Alpha Tiberius POV ~ Mirko’s father

… Dirty secrets, empty memories, and broken heart ...

Once upon a time there was a child. No mother or sister he had ever met. Just me, his father, of whom I was the dictator.

All he knew was blood and discipline.

I never hugged or kissed my son. Never, ever, have I treated him differently from any other wolf in my pack. I had never shown compassion. I never let him play, neither have fun in any way.

There was no time.

At the age of 4, I made sure he began learning the basics of self-defence. At the age of 5 Mirko was already training with my warriors. At the age of 6 he started to study business, leadership, and mathematics-related subjects with a special tutor from China.

At the age of 8, I sent him to the Alakasian mountains.

It was essential that his wolf was born there, in that fatal place forgotten by the goddess, under never ending darkness and evil. Between beasts and monsters, in hunger and thirst, in hypothermic cold and perennial ice. His wolf was to defeat those mountains, with everything that lurked among them.

Besides, he was my son… he suffered the weight of the Alpha. My son had to be the strongest, the fastest, the smartest and the most cunning of all the rest to survive his fate.

Everyone wanted him dead. Everyone wanted his favors. Everyone wanted to contaminate his young mind.

During my time, Black Devil was not a pleasant place. It came from years and years of darkness…with violence, spilled blood, betrayals, murders, guerrillas against other packs. The only goal: power and territory.

It was a place where you had to watch your back from your own Beta and Gamma. A place where only strength counted. A place where a mate was considered an unforgivable weakness…something prohibited.

There was even one day a year when all newly discovered mates were massacred by their respective mates. To demonstrate that they were invincible, untouched by human weaknesses such as love and compassion.

My son had never and will never participate in those barbaric practices.

I made sure Mirko believed that Black Devil’s werewolves born without mates…. Many believed that we locked them up in the Underworld.

Only a few knew the perverse truth ...

And I, Black Devil’s Alpha and father of Mirko, made sure that my only son became the strongest Alpha there could ever be.

He had to love his future mate. He had to respect and protect her with his own life.

The mates were the balance that every wolf needed to survive. With which you could not face your existence without.

My son had to be change. And there was one way only…

I made sure that my son’s hatred of me grew steadily with his strength.

Black Devil knew one lifestyle. It was named as the Wild Call. Passed from generation to generation.

So I had to be killed by that son of mine to make sure he would be undisputedly respected by those wolves guarding the Underground as they only listened to one, the Alpha... and by those beasts that wandered in the forests of our territory as they only feared one, the Alpha.

First, he had to overcome the challenge of the Alakasians to gain the necessary power.

At the end, when my son challenged me, I could not show any mercy. I could not avoid hurting him, fighting him as if he had been a mere rogue.

I could not pronounce all those words of love that I had always kept locked inside my soul.

I could not tell him how much he resembled his mother, my mate. I could not tell him how kind and beautiful she had been and how she had saved my black, contaminated soul, showing me another way of life.

My son would never know how much I loved his mother with all my black heart, until my last breath. He would never know that she would have been killed as soon as I claimed her my true mate… and that was why I had sent her away. Extremely far away.

My life mission revolved around my son’s approval. I had to free my son from Alpha’s curse. My own curse.

Once he met his mate, he could live free. With her. Nobody would ever touch The Black Alpha’s mate. The mate of the most powerful Alpha the world would ever see. My son. Forged from the Alakasian mountains, and keeper of the Underworld.

I could not save myself or provide for his mother, the love of my life. But I did everything to save our beautiful son.

The only desire was that all the love not given to him until now, would be given to him by his future mate. The only desire was for his future family to live in peace, under the protection of my son, the strongest Alpha of all. The one who had the wolf born in the Alakasian mountains. The one who killed Alpha Tiberius, the Alpha of the Underworld. Me.

And those were my last thoughts before my own blood, my son, stole my life. Before he freed me from a life I was forced to live to save my own son.

May this secret die with me.

May my son never know the truth.

May my dear Mirko never know how much I loved him.

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“Don’t you worry about the dead life, father.” The 15-year-old boy sang with that avenging look, hungry for his father’s blood.

He had returned to his human form after inflicting him some mortal wounds.

“You’ll be in the hands of death. And death will be pretty damned nice for you.”

And with that, he dipped his sharp claws into Tiberious’s chest, breaking his heart in half.

Blood splashed all over his face and chest. But he could not care less. Now he owned the pack, he owned the Underworld. He could start a new chapter and he did not even know it.

“May your body rot with the worms you belong with.” Young Mirko grimaced, staring at what was left of his so-called father for the last time.

Before ordering Rolando, the new Gamma, to stick his head in front of the pack house. Next to those of the ex-Beta and ex-Gamma...

May everyone be the witnesses of the new era. May everyone bend over in front of Black Alpha, The Killing Machine and The Cunning Fox. Mirko, Crucifero and Rolando.

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“You dragged me to the dark woods, no wonder why nobody heard my silent scream.”

The soul of Tiberious, one of the most heartless men who have ever walked in the lands of the world, whispered before being lost in the labyrinth of hell.

Because, no matter how much he had loved his mate and his son, he was still one of the worst killers and heartless man the world had the misfortune to know.

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