True Alpha

Luna POV:

I raced through the dense woods, my heart pounded vigorously, matching the rhythm of my stride. The wind whispered through the trees, caressing my skin and filling my nostrils with the earthy scent of the forest. Each leap carried me closer to my limits, as if I was preparing for an imminent confrontation or my enemies lurked around hotly on my tail.

I felt more powerful with every hill I climbed, every tree I scaled, I pushed myself harder. I was determined to be the strongest, the most formidable. In the midst of self-delusion, I attempted a wide jump, fueled by reckless ambition. My foot slipped on the soft earth, and suddenly, I was plummeting towards what seemed like certain death or a crippling injury.

Fear rushed through my veins. I had believed I could conquer any obstacle, defy any limitation, protect my kind. But here I was, falling to my death like a mere mortal. My faith wavered, and desperation gripped my heart. The world around me blurred as time slowed down, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. The air turned frigid, biting at my exposed skin, as if the forest itself was mocking my imminent death.

A pair of strong arms enveloped me Just when I thought all hope was lost, pulling me back from the edge of disaster. It was Verena, my sworn sister, her presence a joy to behold for my wounded spirit. Verena had saved me once again, just as she had countless times before.

She jumped lightly and effortlessly to a safe ground before setting me down on my feet. Tears welled up in my eyes, mingling with a mixture of relief and anguish.

"Oh, Verena!" I cried out, my voice laced with frustration, "I thought I could do it."

"I thought I was strong enough!"

The words tumbled out of my trembling lips, carrying the weight of my self-doubt. The sound of my lamentation echoed through the still forest, a mournful silence that reflected the ache in my heart. How could I have been so foolish, so reckless? My ambitions had blinded me to the reality of my own limitations, and now I dangled on the reality of my failure.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I gazed into Verena's concerned face. "I pushed myself too far." I continued, my voice trembling.

"I believed I could conquer any obstacle, But now I'm faced with the harsh reality of my weakness."

I felt small and insignificant, like a mere mortal trapped in a world of formidable foes. Verena held me tightly, I buried my face in her shoulder, my tears mixed with sweat dampening her clothes.

"I'm sorry" I whispered, my voice laced with guilt. "I failed, I let you down" Verena's grip tightened, her voice filled with unwavering reassurance.

"No, Luna! You haven't failed, and you certainly haven't let me down. We all stumble, we all fall. It's how we rise from those falls that truly defines our strength." she said, her words firm but gentle.

As the feeling of my anguish faded into the night, I vowed to turn my despair into strength, my weakness into resilience.

"How long have you been watching me"

" I wasn't. I came just in time, to break your fall"

"Lucky me then I guess" I chuckled through my teared eyes

"what are you doing here?"

"I was asked to find you. You are being summoned by Lazarus"

Lazarus was the self-proclaimed alpha of our wolf pack, He may wear the title of alpha, but deep down, I knew he didn't deserve it. Lazarus is a strong and formidable leader, there's no denying that. His physical prowess and cunning strategies have brought us victories and ensured our survival in this harsh wilderness. But being an alpha is not just about strength and dominance; it's about integrity, compassion, and the ability to unite the pack under a common purpose. And in these aspects, Lazarus falls short. His obsession with power and control taints our pack's harmony. He sees me, with my strength and independent spirit, as a threat to his authority. He desires me as his mate, an idea that fills me with revulsion. I yearn for a mate who will respect and cherish me, not one who simply sees me as a trophy to assert his dominance. My rejection has infuriated him, leading to his cruel treatment of me.

I've witnessed Lazarus abuse his authority, using fear and manipulation to maintain his position. He rules through intimidation rather than inspiration, silencing any dissenting voices and stifling individuality. His iron grip on power suffocates the pack's potential for growth and innovation. I find myself questioning if this is the kind of leadership we truly need.

I realized speaking against Lazarus comes at a cost. His wrath knows no bounds, and he spares no opportunity to remind me of my defiance. His biting words and cold glares sting my spirit, making me question my place in this pack. I long for a true leader who can guide us with wisdom, fairness, and empathy, someone who values the strengths of each individual and fosters a sense of unity.

I knew, despite my reservations, I must tread carefully. Challenging Lazarus openly could result in chaos and jeopardize the safety of the entire pack. I yearn for the day when a worthy leader emerges, someone who will bring harmony and balance to our pack, and restore the true meaning of being an alpha. Until then, I will continue to navigate this flawed relationship.

"Don't give that face"

"What face"

That look of absolute disgust plastered on your face."

"Who says it was because of him"

"I know it is, you squeezed your face, immediately his name came up. Don't let him see that, don't give him a reason to have a go at you."

"You know he will always find a reason to pick on me" I replied.

"You shouldn't make it easy for him by offering him one"

I nodded my head. "I would try for you"

I knew only too well, I will have a hard time keeping my promises, but I was willing to give it a try.