The Moroccan Alpha Prince

He woke next to the stream; yet again he found himself in this spot with no recollection of how he got there. The soothing sound of the water flowing and mixing with the rocks that lay on the shallow bottom as the birds chirped proudly from the trees throughout the forest eased him. Thoughts of the night before came flooding back as he cupped the water in his hands to drink.
Not just an Alpha werewolf but a prince; lineage that was unknown to him, yet felt right now that he knew the truth. So many times throughout his life he remembered feeling different; as if something was missing and now he knew it was. Everything was different now; aside from the obvious, his whole mindset was changed and he was eager to begin his journey and to learn everything he could not only about himself but his ancestors.
After his transformation he completely gave in to his instincts; allowing himself to embrace everything his body and mind was trying to do. He began running at full speed through the forest, his senses completely heightened as he realized he could see more clearly and at further distances, so many different aromas flowed through his nostrils all at once. Paws replaced his hands and feet as he pounded the ground underneath him at full force; sprinting and bobbing in and out of trees, jumping over huge boulders.
A huge boulder rested peacefully next to a part of the stream; he hopped up on it and raised his head towards the bright full moon and without hesitation began to howl; over and over he let out the long song of the wolves as he embraced his alter ego. Peace flooded through his body, his mind was for once at rest; this was what was missing, the part of him that made the most sense. He was an Alpha; born into royalty and stolen from his lineage out of greed. Morgan was right; it was time, but revenge would have to wait. Now it was time to learn his abilities, return to the kingdom he was born to rule and begin his journey as the Moroccan Alpha Prince.
She saw him walking slowly towards the cottage; he was a beautiful man even before his transformation, but now, Harper thought to herself, he was glorious. A bright golden light shone all around his naked form; surely it stemmed from his lineage becoming clear. How could she have missed his supernatural abilities, even if he did not know himself, she was a Scarlet Witch; not many matched her abilities, but this completely flew under her radar.
“Remarkable specimen isn’t he?” Christian teased as he leaned over her shoulder realizing what she was staring at. A low irritated groan slipped her mouth as she turned and walked past him; leaving the glorious sight of Brayden behind. “You know, there are some things even a Scarlet Witch may not see, dear sister. Your heart clouded your abilities when it came to him; that is why you could not see. I, on the other hand, knew fully there was something else to this warrior; I just couldn’t put my finger on exactly what it was,” Christian had always known there was something special about Brayden, but truth be told, he never imagined a Moroccan Alpha Prince.
“He has a long road ahead of him; his body has strengthened in ways he could have never imagined, but his mind must do so as well. An open mind has never been one of his strengths,” Harper said as she began to make tea for the three of them. “Aye, I have always struggled with seeing things in full circle; but one thing that has improved, sweet witch, is my hearing,” Brayden said matter of factly as he interrupted the conversation between brother and sister.
Her cheeks began to turn a shade of red as she seemed to have forgotten his senses were at full force now; silently thankful she did not say more than what she did. “There are clothes in the other room for you; go put them on, I’m making tea,” she said without looking at him. “You do not wish to look at me now?” Brayden teased as he walked towards her, stopping a short distance from her. Turning towards him, agitated, she responded, “I don’t need to look at you, warrior. I think you admire yourself now enough for both of us.” Her hand was placed on her hip in a sure sign of aggravation towards him; Christian smiled inwardly as he watched the bantering of the two continue. They stared at each other as Brayden took two more steps to be inches from her. Her eyes grew large and her heart began to pound, not knowing what he was about to do. Sensing her timidness, Brayden’s full lips formed a half smile as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “nae witch, not warrior; it’s alpha now.” As he turned to walk away with laughter in his soul he stopped a few feet away; keeping his back towards her he turned his head to the side and said, “and it doesn’t matter how much I admire myself, you are still going to watch!” Letting out a loud laugh this time, Brayden felt the pop of the fruit hit his back; knowing it came from Harper. Christian could no longer help himself as he began to chuckle as Harper turned her attention to him, “it would be helpful if you didn’t find this so damn amusing brother,” she hissed.
“I cannot help it; this is very entertaining watching you two. A witch and a werewolf; your arguments will be the most captivating to watch unfold,” he laughed loudly. Letting out a disgruntled huff she threw the remaining apple from her hands catching her brother smack in the middle of his chest before returning her attention to preparing the tea.
Brayden returned to join them, feeling refreshed after washing off in the basin outside and putting on clean linens; wearing clothes felt a bit odd to him after feeling the sensation of his wolf form. Harper placed the cup of tea before him as she sat down next to Christian. They sipped the tea in silence for a bit before Brayden broke the awkwardness, “so neither of you are going to ask any questions? We are just going to drink tea without speaking, is that it?” Regardless they were both supernaturals themselves, his revelation was as shocking to them as it was to him so surely they had questions.
“I told you before that I knew there was something deeply hidden about you, I just couldn’t seem to figure out what it was; hence bringing you here to Morgan. I could say I’m not surprised it was something of this magnitude but that would be a lie; I did not think you would be what you are,” Christian said as he watched Brayden intently. “
His voice softened; his demeanor changed as he replied, “never did I think I was anything other than a great warrior, skilled in battle; why would I? There are so many questions I now have that have nothing to do with the answers I came here to seek. It’s like all that before has no meaning to me; now I just want to know more about where I truly come from, my abilities, my ancestors…that is the knowledge I seek now,” he blew the steam from his tea before drinking, then continued, “he stole everything from me. My memories, my lineage, my heritage; he killed my father! I wanted to avenge a mother that was not mine; who died not by giving birth as I was originally told and not by lightning as later told by Luka, I waged war for no reason at all other than the manipulation of a lawless man.”
“Brayden, I need not tell you that now is not the time to seek revenge, right? There is much more you need to learn; although your new found abilities feel strong, you are actually weaker than you think. Strength does not come from muscle mass and supernatural abilities alone; your mind needs to strengthen as well,” Christain was concerned over Brayden’s mindset; on the outside he seemed calm and focused but Christian knew what was brewing inside of him.
“Morgan expressed the same concern; I know what I need to do, it doesn’t take away from the anger buried inside of me. Allowing the rage to stew will not bode well for anyone; I understand there is much I need to learn, control of my mind, body and spirit is crucial. I must admit, though, I am excited to learn of my true strength. I have no idea what exactly a Moroccan Alpha Prince is or what I am capable of; but I am eager to find out.”
Morgan’s last words before he bolted into the forest last night rang loud in his ears, “his mother”; who was she? Did he look like her? Would she be happy at his return? It was all almost overbearing for him, but it was a lesson he was more than willing to learn; especially since he finally knew who he was.
“Werewolves are unique; they have abilities to transition both worlds, the mortal and the supernatural. Your heightened senses are just a small portion of your powers; you must learn control over all of them and that takes time. Patience is what you need most now. Overcoming the mental change will be the hardest; your anger and pain will be harder to deal with than you think.”
Harper worried for him; although he felt hatred for the man that stole everything from him, the love for the same man was very strong all his life. Mind manipulation is a control both supernatural and mortal shared; it was not unique to either side and Brayden would have to learn control of his emotions.
The noise of the door opening brought their attention to Morgan standing in the doorway. “Are you ready?” she asked Brayden. “Aye; I am,” he said as he rose from the table and began to follow her back out of the door. Christian and Harper remained at the table, both staring at the door. “Ready for what?” she asked Christian, “to begin his teachings; his mother will be here soon,” he said as he sipped his tea.