Alpha Alan

Alice POV

My father’s frail body lay on the bed, which right now seemed oversized for his thinning frame. I recall many times when I was a child, that very same, large poster bed, framed in mahogany, with crisp white sheets, felt oversized to me. Many nights, when I was a young girl, before I got my wolf, thunderstorms or strange dreams would scare me and I would run into my parent’s bedroom, quickly snuggled in between them. My father’s strong arms were always there to protect both my mother and I, his soft cardamom scent enveloping us both in a loving embrace. Images of this flashed before me, but I pushed them into the deep corners of my mind. Those days were long gone.

How did I get here? I did not know. Perhaps a part of me died when my mother did. Perhaps another part died when half of our pack, women and children, elderly and even young warriors were obliterated by the Alpha King, Roman, my future husband and his forces in their quest for power and wealth. I do not know. I could not connect to that part of my soul, and to be quite honest, at this moment, right now of all times, I genuinely did not want to. What I was about to do, did not need explanations or walks down the memory late. My task needed a steady hand, focus and determination, not a walk down the memory lane, I reminded myself, and steeled my resolve. Father sensed my presence and opened his eyes, giving me a welcome smile, trying to lift himself up. “Do not exert yourself Father. I’ll help you sit up”, I spoke, moving quickly to adjust the pillows behind his fragile frame. His skin had lost its color, almost ashen right now, his eyes had cloudless film within them, the spark which once was there was gone. His voice, weak the last time we spoke, was surprisingly stronger, something I made note of. Perhaps he was not as weak as I thought, and I needed to be precise and ruthless.

“Alice, listen to me! We do not need to do this. We can still turn around Alice. This is our father! He protected you and loved you all your life. Was he not good to us?? He was there for your first shift. This is the person who kissed you when you cried.. He was there when you broke your arm falling out of that tree – don’t you remember?? He was the one who cared for our mother. He loves us. He is our father” she whined, howling in my head with the last ounces of energy she had. She was giving her all, trying to prevent the inevitable, scratching my head, desperate to break free, desperate to stop me. The bracelets weakened her severely and I was starting to worry if I would get my wolf back after all this. “Bracelets or not, I do not want to be a wolf to somebody who kills her own father” Rina spat. “Rina darling, you do not have a choice!”, I said smugly.

“This is where you are wrong. Actually, I do. I am a child of the Goddess, just like you are. And unlike you, I will not be tainted by murder. I do not have to stay with you. I can simply go back”, she said. I have heard of others who lost their wolves for one reason or another, but never heard that a wolf had left voluntarily. I did not know if that was possible either, but at that moment, I had a task to do and was not going to worry about that. “I can and will leave if you do this, Alice. I am saying this once and for all. I will not tolerate or support this!!! You have imprisoned me, so I cannot stop you. But I will not be your wolf anymore. And without me, you cannot be a Luna Queen – you cannot be a Luna Queen as human”, she spat her threats, retreating from my mind.

My father was observing me at that moment, and while weak, he was still an intelligent, shrewd man. After all, he was an Alpha, with decades of experience in running the pack, he noticed something was different, and that I was on the edge. “My child…. Something is bothering you??? Is everything well with you, my Princess??I heard the sounds of joy and echoes of the pack members in my mind. Luna Queen??? Is it true, Alice?? Alpha King Roman, is your mate my child???” he asked, his hand holding mine softly, his eyes looking at me hopefully and lovingly, his voice encouraging and soothing.

I gave him a small smile and decided to be honest. It is not as if he could tell anyone after all. “It is complicated, father. He is not my fated, my true mate, but he thinks he is. He is however, ready to make me a Luna Queen. The wedding is in two weeks; all is ready for me to finally be recognized as the leader that I always was, something you and the Elders have denied me! I will finally get the revenge we have always wanted against Alpha King and those who took so much from us, took my mother, and so many innocents!!! They all deserve to die!!! Most importantly, our name will be the one that rules the packs!!! I will be the Queen!”, I said enthusiastically, delirium overcoming me, my voice foreign to me.

My father’s face furrowed; his brow creased. My mother and he were fated mates and my father was traditional in many ways. Mate bond was sacred among our kind, especially older wolves. I was not sure if he fully grasped what I said, so I continued. “Aren’t you happy Father??? I will finally get my rightful place! And most importantly, I will get my revenge, and I will be the Luna Queen. Nobody will dare question me anymore, nobody will dare doubt my power and think that I am less then!!!”, I further grunted, fueling my excitement into my words, trying to justify to both him and me what had to be done. For a moment, he was silent. However, when he spoke, unfortunately, I was not surprised. He was always weak, never able to grasp the bigger picture. He was also part of the reason my mother died, why our pack was decimated, why nobody gave me the respect I deserved, the position I deserved. As much as I blamed Roman, I also blamed him. He could have supported me in my quest of being the Alpha – but he did not. He could have granted me power that was rightfully mine, alas. I was not a male heir.

His voice held contempt, though he tried to hide it. “Not your mate but he thinks he is??? How is this possible, my child?? The Goddess will not allow this, the mate bonds are sacred!”, he stated plainly, trying to lift himself up in a upright sitting position, his face illustrating that he understood more then he let on. “HHahahahhahahahaha.. The Goddess… I do not care what the Goddess wants! Mate or no mate, Alpha King will be my husband, and I will be the Luna Queen. He may not be my husband for long though”, I laughed again with disdain, picturing my final act of retribution, picturing how good it would feel when I finally showed Roman that revenge is indeed the dish best served cold.

“Something is very different about you.. “, my father started saying, observing me. “Where is Rina???? My wolf cannot feel her. “ he asked, his eyes darting at me and looking around the room. I was not sure if he was searching for someone or expecting someone, but I knew he could quickly mind-link his Beta or the warriors and my plan would be foiled. I needed to act quickly. “Rina is otherwise preoccupied, and I need you to do something for me Father”, I said, emphasizing the last word. My tone left no room for interpretation, he knew, right there and then, that whatever I was to ask, he was not going to be willing to pay. “My child…What have you done???”, he growled at me, and trying with his last strength to get up to face me. I moved faster, and pushed him back into the cushions and pillows, pinning him down. His strength was coming back, so it was not as easy as I thought, but I was of Alpha blood too, and his wounds had not healed. Pulling out the Al Kadar blade, I saw his eyes flash in recognition. I quickly took it to his neck, while with my other hand, I held him firmly in place.

“Alice… What is wrong with you???”, he asked. I expected fear but, alas, I saw none. Another flash, this time of anger and disappointment, coupled with sadness, crossed his face, his eyes becoming glazed with tears. The clear gemstones on the hilt of the dagger were sparkling, and the ray of sunshine hit it, making the red stone pulsate and illuminate the room into glowing, red light. He understood right at that moment, he understood that Death had come for him, death in the form of his daughter’s hand. His face was forlorn, desolate and all I could feel was tremendous sadness radiating off him. “Alice…. Why?”.. his words echoed and nearly stopped me, but once again the dagger gave me the surge of energy I needed. He reached out to cup my cheek, to touch my face, but I recoiled. “I must have the power of Al Kadar!!! You will not stand in my way!!”, I said, pressing the tip of it into his neck, drawing blood. The dagger started pulsating in my hand… “Finisssssshhhhhhhh ittttttt……. Finiiiiishhhhhh it”, I heard an almost serpentine voice, slithering from the dagger itself.

My father’s eyes were locked on me, pain and betrayal looking at me, burning into me. “Alice.... if it is my life you want child... all you had to do is ask. I would have gladly given my life, my everything for you, anything for you! Don’t do this. You do not understand the price your soul will pay..... Alice... baby girl... You will lose your wolf, baby girl. You will lose your soul, child.. If it is my life you need, I give it to you… readily… you are the only reason I live my little cub”, he pleaded with me. It was not lost on me, that in his last moments, his love for me was bigger than his desire for his life… My tears started falling, but I grabbed onto the dagger as if it was my only salvation. I made up my mind there was no turning back. “Alice… Whatever power you seek, it is not worth your soul child… I will kill myself if that is the price. I will lay my life for you child… Please do not taint your soul.. Please do not break the eternal bonds. I do not want you to lose your wolf”, he said, urgency and fear, fear for me, now evident.


As much as I wanted to ignore his words, they sang to whatever love and decency I had left for him and my family. My hand was shaking, and I was starting to sweat, feeling hot and cold at the same time, my tears falling… “Fiiiinishhhhh himmmmmm.. Finishhhh him and the pooooowweeerrrrrr…. It will be youurssssss”. Another surge of power came over me, pushing my emotions out of the way. A fire started burning, slithering within me, and coiling like a venomous snake in my insides, in my veins. My father’s eyes were pleading, but not for his life, but for me. Swiftly, he grabbed onto the hilt of the dagger, trying to wrestle it from me, pulling it towards him, while he held the hilt, trying to remove my hand from it with tremendous power. I pulled back, cutting his hand in the process. His blood coated silver and gold lettering etched into the dagger, quickly disappearing into it, surging once again darkens within me. He tried to grab it from me once again, but this time, the dagger moved on its own, leading my hand. I could not stop it now, even if I wanted to. He tried again to pull and I pulled on my side, and in the scuffle, I felt the dagger move, as if in slow motion, yet swiftly, stabbing my father directly in the throat, the blood absorbing directly into the dagger itse.f My father's lifeless eyes looked directly at me, shredding me from the last ounce of integrity I once had.

Alpha Alan, the man who loved me until his dying breath was dead, and the dagger homed another red jewel.