Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

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“My Lord, I confirmed that the Lycan is a woman,” Drake said after he entered the hall where Silas was.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, my Lord. And she’s staying at the Red Moon Pack.”

“So they have the beast that will take us down,” Silas replied. Lately, he had forgotten about it, and all he was thinking was Chassy. He had no idea that the Lycan he was supposed to fight was also the mate he was thinking of. He also thought about whether he would inform Drake about it or not, out of worry. “Do you have her name or a detailed description of her?” he inquired.

“Not yet. But I am working on it. And I think she is really strong since they were trying to hide her existence.” Drake answered. All this time that Silas was in hibernation, he looked after the coven’s business. Among the members, he is the one who is most eager to take down the wolves because his family was killed by one of them.

“No matter what it takes, find out everything about her. If there is someone we can use to get her better, We shouldn’t give her time to train, gain power, and become powerful. She’ll use that against us.” Silas replied, and Drake agreed instantly.

Drake knew that Silas was the most powerful of their kind right now. He was planning on making him their king so that his brother, Dylan, who was in hibernation, would never get a chance to lead the vampires anymore. “Of course, My Lord,” he replied and left the hall.

Drake moved through the shadows of the vampire citadel, his steps silent and purposeful. As Silas’s right-hand man, he bore the weight of his leader’s trust, but beneath the veneer of loyalty, a seething hatred simmered. It was a deep-seated hatred that had its roots in the agonizing memories of a war-torn past.

The scars of that conflict marked Drake’s existence, etched into the very core of his being. Once, he had been a man with a family-a wife and children-who shared his nights and laughter. But the war between vampires and wolves had ruthlessly torn that semblance of normalcy apart.

The wolves, with their primal instincts and unyielding strength, had descended upon Drake’s village during the darkest days of the conflict. In the chaos of battle, his family became casualties, victims of the relentless war that pitted species against species.

As the war raged on, Drake found himself consumed by an insatiable thirst for revenge. The memory of his family’s demise fueled a hatred that eclipsed reason, and he became a relentless force within Silas’s ranks. Sensing Drake’s unwavering resolve, he took him under his wing, recognizing the potential for a loyal and deadly ally.

Drake’s disdain for the wolves manifested in every calculated move and every whispered word of betrayal. To him, the wolves were not just adversaries on the battlefield; they were the architects of his personal tragedy. The echoes of his family’s cries lingered in his mind, a haunting symphony that played with every beat of his undead heart.

Silas, perceptive as ever, understood the source of Drake’s animosity. He himself, scarred by the ravages of war, saw potential in harnessing Drake’s vendetta. The hatred that fueled Drake’s every action became a weapon in Silas’s arsenal, a means to an end in their relentless pursuit of dominance.

In the cold halls of the vampire citadel, Drake’s eyes burned with a cold fire, a reflection of the hatred that fueled his existence. His loyalty to Silas was unwavering, but beneath the veneer of subservience, a singular goal simmered-to make the wolves pay for the pain they had inflicted upon him.

The war may have ended on the surface, but for Drake, the battle raged on within the recesses of his undead heart. The wolves were not just enemies; they were the architects of his eternal torment. Drake would be the unyielding force by Silas’ side as long as he planned to harm them because of a grudge that went beyond life and death.

Meanwhile, Silas reclined on his throne within the dimly lit chamber of the vampire citadel, his mind preoccupied with the enigma that was the female Lycan. Drake, his ever-loyal right-hand man, had proven himself to be a formidable asset when it came to gathering information. Silas knew he could rely on his cunning and resourcefulness to unveil the identity of the mysterious Lycan female. He leaned back, the cool darkness enveloping him as his thoughts delved into the complexities of the supernatural world.

The mate bond, an ancient force that bound two beings together, transcended the realms of logic and reason. As a vampire elder, he understood the intricacies of such bonds, but the circumstances surrounding this particular connection intrigued him. The female Lycan possessed a strength and allure that defied the usual conventions of her kind.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

As Silas mused on the matter, a nameless curiosity blossomed within him. His mind drifted back to the diner, to the moment when he had locked eyes with the she-wolf, his mate. In that instant, a spark of recognition flickered deep within him-a fleeting sense of familiarity that eluded precise identification. The scent of her lingered in his memory-an intoxicating blend of earthy undertones and the unmistakable essence of a mate bond. The scene in the diner had left an indelible mark on his consciousness, a puzzle that begged to be unraveled.

His mate’s scent, the resonance of their shared essence, lingered in the air like an unsolved riddle. Silas found himself drawn to the mystery, a puzzle that promised revelations and untold secrets. It was a curiosity that piqued the ancient vampire’s interest, transcending the cold, calculated demeanor that often characterized him.

In his quest for dominance and control, Silas acknowledged the unpredictability of the mate bond. The threads of fate weaved intricate patterns, and the emergence of this unexpected connection held the potential to alter the course of their supernatural world. He recognized that knowledge was power, and understanding the dynamics of the mate bond could prove advantageous.

As he awaited Drake’s findings, Silas contemplated the implications of this mysterious mate, unaware that the answers he sought were entwined with the very fabric of the Red Moon Pack-a pack led by Xander and Luna Chassy, a force to be reckoned with, and the enigmatic female Lycan whose presence had ignited the spark of curiosity within the ancient vampire’s calculating mind.

A spark of excitement ignited the usually stoic depths of Silas’s immortal eyes. The prospect of encountering his mate-for him, the elusive she-wolf, whose scent lingered in his memory-kindled a flame within him. He is known for his calculated strategies and composed demeanor, finding himself entertaining a rare emotion-anticipation.

Silas’s mind whirred with plans and possibilities. The mate bond, an ancient force that defied the constraints of time, had tethered him to a presence that stirred something primal within him. Though immortal and centuries old, he felt a renewed sense of purpose-a desire to seek out the source of this enigmatic connection.

As Silas contemplated his next move, a plan began to take shape in the intricate corridors of his mind. He would venture beyond the confines of the vampire citadel, stepping into the territory of the Red Moon Pack-the domain of his mate. It was a calculated risk and a tactical move driven by the magnetic pull of the mate bond. He envisioned a subtle approach, a delicate dance in the shadows where the lines between predator and prey blurred. Being the master of intrigue, he would weave himself into the fabric of the supernatural tapestry, seeking the presence that had left an indelible mark on his immortal soul.

To see her again, to catch another glimpse of his mysterious mate, became a driving force within Silas. He envisioned a meeting cloaked in shadows, a clandestine encounter that transcended the boundaries of their respective worlds. Despite his advanced age, he experienced a jolt of vitality, serving as a reminder that even the dead were susceptible to emotional currents.

As he laid the groundwork for his plan, Silas acknowledged the unpredictable nature of the mate-mate bond. It was a force that could be both exhilarating and challenging-an interplay of fate and choice. Yet Silas, ever the orchestrator of destiny, felt a sense of empowerment in the pursuit of his mate.

With every calculated step, Silas embraced the excitement that coursed through him. The prospect of seeing her again and unraveling the mysteries that bound them fueled his immortal essence with a fervor that transcended the boundaries of time. The chessboard of supernatural politics awaited a move that would alter the course of their intertwined destinies, and Silas, with newfound excitement, prepared to play his strategic hand in the grand tapestry of their shared existence.