Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Silas

She’s not here. I know because I don’t feel her presence here at all. Where could she possibly be?

I left my coven early in the morning and went to the Red Moon Pack. As far as I can remember, my mate’s scent was mixed with the distinct scent of the members of the pack. I can never go wrong with that, and one of the two scents I smelled other than her intoxicating scent that made me go crazy was the scent of the Red Moon Pack. But why is she not here? I saw her ride on her motorcycle that night, and, wait. Did she go this way or not? Shit! It’s the other way.

Hurriedly, I left the pack’s territory, and I don’t know if none of the patrol guards noticed me. But if they do, why would they not attack me? Are they being cautious now? Well, I don’t care about that yet; all I want to do is see my mate. The second distinct scent I smelled for her was from the Silver Moon Pack. What is her connection to that pack?

I gracefully leaped from one towering tree branch to another, traversing the dense canopy that concealed the realm of the Silver Moon Pack. Under the moonlit sky, the pack’s territory unfolded like a mysterious tapestry of shadows and silvered hues. As an ancient vampire, I moved with preternatural ease through the treetops and took in the distinct aura that emanated from the heart of the pack.

The Silver Moon Pack’s territory was a harmonious blend of untamed wilderness and carefully crafted living spaces. The dense foliage of ancient trees intertwined with patches of moonlit clearings, creating a sanctuary that mirrored the untamed spirit of its pack members. With my acute senses, I perceived the unique signature of the pack-a fusion of earthy scents, the rustle of leaves in the night breeze, and the distant echoes of howls that resonated through the nocturnal air.

The pack’s den, nestled within the heart of the territory, bore the indelible marks of werewolf architecture. Sturdy structures melded seamlessly with the natural surroundings, a testament to the pack’s ability to coexist with the wilderness. I discerned the arrangement of dwellings, each contributing to the communal spirit that defined the pack’s unity.

Amidst the towering trees and moonlit glades, the pack’s den radiated a subtle energy-a palpable sense of home and belonging. I noted the watchful presence of sentinels stationed strategically around the perimeter. I had a feeling that their senses were attuned to the slightest disturbances in the nocturnal symphony of the forest. So why are they so quiet? Do they really not feel my presence at all? Yes, I have been trying to conceal myself, but I have been roaming around, and it seems that no one is bothered at all.

As I continued my nocturnal exploration, I observed the communal spaces where pack members congregated. An expansive training ground, illuminated by the ethereal glow of the moon, bore witness to the echoes of sparring and the honing of werewolf skills. I perched on a high vantage point and absorbed the cadence of the pack’s interactions-the laughter, the camaraderie, and the unspoken bond that connected each member.

The scent of the Silver Moon Pack, a melange of diverse individuals brought together by the ties of blood and loyalty, reached my heightened senses. It carried the essence of strength, resilience, and an unyielding commitment to protect their own. The pack’s territory, a realm of shadows and moonlight, spoke of a symbiotic relationship between nature and the supernatural.

As I navigated the treetops, I glimpsed the central meeting space-a clearing adorned with ancient stones and a towering tree that served as a focal point for pack gatherings. It was a place imbued with significance, a testament to the pack’s traditions and the passing of knowledge from one generation to the next.

The Silver Moon Pack exuded a captivating blend of primal instincts and organized coexistence. It was a territory where the untamed beauty of the natural world harmonized with the intricate dynamics of werewolf society. I poised in the shadows and felt the pulse of the pack beneath the morning canopy-a heartbeat that echoed the collective strength and resilience of those who called the Silver Moon Pack their home.

I started to feel something good. I smelled her scent everywhere, and it made me go crazy. I jumped from one tree to another again, and I found her scent everywhere. Shit!

“You’ve been roaming around my pack like you’re part of it,” said the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard right in my ear as our shoulders touched, and I could almost feel her hot cheek on mine while she held me by my neck. I was too excited to smell her scent everywhere, and it was too late for me to realize that she was already behind me.

“You know very well that I own someone here,” I replied, and out of anger, she moved back a little, not leaving my neck, and our eyes met. “You are mine,” I said, smirking.

“Nothing in here is yours, bloodsucker,” she replied, and I admit that it hurts me like hell.

“You know very well what I am talking about,” I said, not leaving our gaze. I want us to see each other and make her feel comfortable in my presence.

She chuckled and replied, “I don’t know what you are talking about. But I never thought that the vampire elder could be easily caught like this.” She replied arrogantly, and I admit, she sounded so sexy that I wanted to take her in at this very moment.

But I had to show her that I am not easy to deal with. So, with all my might, I tried to get away from her. I understand that her senses were so finely tuned to the nocturnal symphony that enveloped the Silver Moon Pack’s territory that even a faint disturbance I made caught her attention. She had an elusive presence that seemed to flit through the shadows like a phantom, and I never noticed her presence until it was too late.

My crimson eyes met her gaze as I gave her an unspoken challenge that was already lingering between us. She’s not one to back down as well, closing the distance between us in a blur of motion. With swift precision, she clasped her hand around my neck, her fingers exerting a firm grip. I was once again surprised by my rare acknowledgment of being caught off guard.

“You’re trespassing on my territory, claiming someone that you know you shouldn’t.” She declared that her voice carried the weight of authority. But even if it was like that, I could sense that she also wanted me.

Undeterred, I smirked in response. “A lively welcome for an old acquaintance.”

As she tightened her grip, I, with a calculated move, slipped out of her hold once again, the smoothness of my escape defying the constraints of mortal speed. The encounter escalated into a dance of supernatural prowess as we circled each other like predators sizing up their prey. But I know that we were both feeling excited.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

In a flash, I lunged. I knew my movements were a blur as I aimed for her with preternatural speed. But, attuned to the swiftness of my kind, she dodged with a graceful sidestep. The clearing became an arena where centuries-old rivalries unfolded.

With a combination of strength and agility, she repelled my attacks using her battle-honed instincts. I know because her forms melded and separated in a dance of combat, a symphony of strikes and evasions echoing around. I was relying on my vampiric speed as I weaved through the air, testing the limits of my ever-beautiful mate’s reflexes.

As our confrontation intensified, she unleashed a series of powerful kicks and punches, each movement a testament to the raw strength coursing through her wolf veins. Being a master of evasion, I danced through her attacks, with movements fluid like a moon’s shadow.

Our clash was a spectacle of otherworldly prowess, with the sun casting a spectral glow on our entwined forms. Her eyes glinted with determination, a reflection of the Alpha’s indomitable spirit, while I reveled in the exhilaration of a challenge that transcended the boundaries of time.

Our skirmish continued an intricate tapestry of motion and counter-motion, each pushing the other to the limits of our supernatural abilities.

As the battle reached its zenith, my mate, tapping into the primal strength of her werewolf nature, delivered a powerful blow that sent me sprawling. I was momentarily subdued, acknowledging the prowess of my strong mate with a nod of respect.

The sunlight that passes through the leaves is the silent witness to the clash of forces, bathing the clearing in its silvery glow. Her breath was steady, and she regarded me with a mix of vigilance and caution. I regained my composure and met her gaze with a glimmer of intrigue, the age-old tension between werewolf and vampire lingering in the air, but there’s more than that. It’s our bond emanating from us.

Our encounter had tested the boundaries of our abilities, and as the echoes of our clash faded into the nocturnal stillness, an unspoken understanding lingered-an acknowledgment that the dance between me and her was far from over in the realm where moonlight and shadows intertwined. But our bond was so strong as well, so without thinking, I lunged at her, but not to hurt her. I pulled her closer before I kissed her.

I was ready to be pushed away, but I felt overwhelmed when she responded and kissed me back.