Reinheit Kingdom
The six-packs of werewolves were going to be all gathered in the heart of their original home, the abandoned kingdom Reinheit, which was currently without a population or a leader since the last princess disappeared so many years ago.
Orsen, a beautiful, medium-sized blond-haired, Omega boy with blue ice eyes, somewhat tall for his hierarchy, with pale skin and unparalleled beauty, was the only kind of leader who took care of the kingdom until the lost heir arrived.
During the tournaments between packs and important events that happened among them were hosted at the almost ruined kingdom which was their meeting point, thanks to being a holy territory with a high concentration of magic, the ancestors of that kingdom had placed a seal that prevents blood from being spilled in that place.
Orsen cleaned like never does before in the backyard of the castle where that annual tournament would take place, after making the food, he had placed several tables surrounding the platform where the fights take place but since the morning Orsen felt uneasy because he knew that Caius's eldest son, Terrence, was going to return for the tournament.
The young wolf had heard very bad rumors about the boy and although he knew that he shouldn't judge someone he had never met in his life, he could not help but tremble with panic.
The second child of Caius, Erick was a tender and a true angel but Terrence had a reputation for being truly cruel and a very arrogant person...
Fortunately, his disciple thought of the best solution, to put a separate table for the boy, although Orsen disliked excluding other people, he felt that it would be the best option for everybody.
"Stop daydreaming and keep sweeping Orsen"
Orsen looked with disgust at his only company, his disciple, the most desired sexy Alpha of the six-packs thanks to that cinnamon skin, a stocky and well-toned body, golden eyes, and silver hair like the stars in the sky.
Orsen clucked his tongue at him wondering where his dear cute and charming student had gone that when he was a little boy had followed him like a chick to his mom and looked at him with eyes full of amazement.
"Should I remind you who is the oldest here?" Orsen left a small bump on his disciple's head.
"Tsk… you're only 7 years older than me, don't exaggerate" he replied with a smack of his lips.
Another small discussion began between them, even though they look like two opposite poles, got along very well and liked each other, although they did not dare to say anything because they were not exactly soulmates.
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Northern Dahlia Pack
"Young master, don't you want to pack something?"
Leva, the only maid who never treated the young master Terrence badly even though he was known as "the cursed omega", at that moment she tried to convince him to pack a suitcase for his return to the pack.
A lot of years ago Terrence was a very happy and kind boy, he had always waited for his father to call him to come back to the house but now that more than ten years had passed the little boy who was waiting desperately for the love of his family had disappeared.
The young Omega with short and dark gray hair, small stature, slim complexion, delicate features, and light white eyes that didn't work more than as an accessory on his face, was sitting in front of the open window, with no mood of answering that silly question, Terrence closed his eyes feeling the rays of the spring sun having a small smile on his lips.
Although Terrence was blind he could feel and imagine with his body, he had already gotten used to living away from his house, he didn't care about that letter from his father because he knew very well the reason why Caius had called him to come back.
With a resigned sight he closed his eyes and answered to Leva.
"Okay… pack a small suitcase for me, Leva"
"Of course young master, I have the perfect outfit for you that you must wear tonight"
Terrence did not understand Leva's emotion toward the tournament outfit, it was evident that no one would propose to the "murderer" of his stepmother who, although she was not his biological mother, raised him with all the love in the world.
The delicate and pink lips of the boy let out a long sigh taking a hand to his right eye which had that mark of the curse which stole his sight.
He would never forget that day... and although he wanted to know who was responsible for the death of his stepmother, Terrence was exhausted about everything and from everyone, he only was going to deliver the resignation of his surname to his father and then he would immediately leave away, even if he was blind he would have some way to survive, Terrence knew he couldn't be as useless as everyone told him he was.
"It will be… just a couple of hours"
He whispered to himself in a way to comfort his uneasy heart but the cold memories he had only made that unpleasant feeling of disgust grew up in his stomach.
Dahlia Pack
A cup of tea fell to the ground, breaking instantly into many pieces, the young man with long black hair was trembling, his shocking green eyes denoted the terror that he was feeling at that moment, the cute and slim Omega who was already pale-skinned now looked like a ghost.
"Repeat that…" the Omega demanded an answer from the maid who had served him the tea.
"T-the leader sent a letter to the young master Terrence asking him to come back today..."
Panic grew in Erick, Terrence's younger brother, who at the mere name of his older brother remembered how Terrence had murdered his mother and began to tremble like jelly.
...
A group of people riding on fine pure jet horses was hurrying to be the first to arrive at Reinheit, the man who led that group was one of the most famous and attractive Alphas in the entire territory, Daemon Arley, the man with hair as white as the moon, amethyst eyes, a nice toned body and muscle, height to spare and milky pale skin who was the youngest leader of the Blumme pack.
"Dae, slow down" the alpha's bodyguard tried to change his mind and ride a little slowly because not many of them could keep up with his rhythm but it seems that the leader would never listen to him.
"I'm not going to arrive after that carrot" he replied in a deep, low growl.
Not far away on another road, another group was galloping as fast as Daemon's group but they were riding some fine and beautiful white horses.
The leader of the group was a pale-skinned man, with red hair, beautiful bright blue eyes, a toned body, and a mischievous smile by the name of Blausen.
Blausen, a young Alpha with the alias of carrot thanks to Daemon; his eternal rival since childhood, had the same idea as Daemon to get to Reinheit first because neither of them wanted to get there after the other one and give his rival something to make fun of him in the tournament.
"Young master Blausen... shouldn't you wait for the others?"
"Don't joke about that, if the poker face arrives before us we will have to put up with his unbearable clown smile all night"
Those who accompanied each leader only looked at them with the same serious face and the same question in mind "Are you a couple of children playing?"
To be continue