In Wolfland, an ancient prophecy spoke of a white-haired mate who would bring destruction.
"A moonlit night shall bring forth doom,
A white-haired mate, with heart of gloom.
She'll walk beside the Alpha true,
And bring destruction, as the prophecy imbues.
Her hair as white as winter's snow,
Shall signal Wolfland's fate to know.
A bond of love, a bond of might,
Shall seal the pack's eternal night.
The land shall burn, the pack shall fall,
As she unleashes her destined call.
The Alpha's heart, once pure and bright,
Shall turn to ash, in endless fight.
Beware the white-haired mate, they say,
For Wolfland's destruction comes her way."
This prophecy foretells the arrival of a white-haired mate, destined to bring destruction to Wolfland. The fate of the pack hangs in the balance, tied to the Alpha's bond with this mysterious figure.
Could Aria be that mate? Elijah pondered, his mind racing.
Aria's unique white hair and special bond with him raised questions. Could she truly be the destruction child? Elijah wondered.
Neither Aria nor Elijah slept that night, each lost in their thoughts.
The next morning, Lila returned with soldier Kael. She secretly took him to a hidden dungeon, known only to the Alpha.
Elijah summoned his trusted council members – Ragnar, Akira, and Zara – and Axel, Lila, and Aria. The meeting would be held in the throne room, with no records.
Before the meeting, Elijah visited Kael in the dungeon. Kael's roughened appearance betrayed Lila's handiwork – injuries and swollen body.
Lila poured cold water on Kael, jolting him awake. He stirred, shocked, taking time to remember his surroundings and Elijah's presence.
Kael's eyes widened. "My Lord."
Elijah corrected him, "I'm not your Lord. Your Lord is my cousin, kael."
Kael's face contorted in shock, realizing their conspiracy had been exposed.
"Please spare me," Kael begged. "I was forced to join Kael. Please, my Lord."
Elijah's expression hardened. "You made a young child an orphan by killing Akira, her only surviving parent. How could you?"
Kael pleaded, "It wasn't by choice. Kael made me to do it."
Elijah stabbed Kael in the thighs. Kael screamed in horror, tied to a torture chair.
"Like I'll make you now!" Elijah declared.
Kael begged, "Please have mercy. I didn't mean to."
The torture aimed to expose the entire conspiracy. Kael, a novice, revealed the few times he attended secret meetings. After two hours, Elijah left a weakened Kael alone in the dungeon.
Outside, Lila asked, "My lord, what do I do with the traitor?" referring to Kael.
Elijah's voice was cold and stern. "Feed his treacherous wolf to the crocodiles."
At the council meeting, members Ragnar, Akira, and Zara were surprised by the unconventional attendees.
Elijah revealed the treachery of three council members and his cousin, Kael. "Kael's confession implicates them in the conspiracy."
The council members were stunned.
Ragnar suggested, "We attack his minority pack and slaughter them as an example to other traitors."
Akira countered, "You forget Wolfland's laws, Ragnar. He can't be killed until tried and evidence of his treachery is presented."
Zara argued, "Kael, the soldier, is a witness to the crime."
Akira insisted, "That's not enough evidence. The king requires valid proof, like catching him in the act."
Ragnar pressed, "Act of what? Killing the Alpha?"
Zara clarified, "No, not that!"
Noticing Aria for the first time, Zara observed her silence.
Aria was confused, torn between helping Netherlands regain its standing and siding with her enemies to address their internal conflicts.
Axel spoke up, "We need to gather evidence and follow the law."
Lila added, "And ensure the traitors face justice."
Elijah's gaze swept the room. "I want proposals for addressing this treachery by sundown. We'll convene again tonight."
The meeting adjourned, leaving Aria struggling with her allegiances.
As the council members filed out of the throne room, Elijah's voice called out, "Wait behind, Aria."
Aria's heart skipped a beat as she lingered, her eyes locked onto Elijah's intense gaze.
The room emptied, leaving only the two of them, enveloped in an uncomfortable silence.
Elijah's piercing eyes searched hers. "Your mind is worried, and I feel it," he said, his deep voice laced with concern.
Aria's shoulders sagged, her thoughts spilling out. "Same as yours, Alpha. That's the power of the mate's bond."
Elijah's expression softened, his chiseled features relaxing. "We both understand my worries, but I don't understand yours."
Aria's thoughts whispered, That's a true fact.
"Am I obligated to tell you everything?" Aria asked, her tone hesitant, her voice barely above a whisper.
Elijah's eyes narrowed, taken aback by her question and attitude, but he chose to ignore it.
He rose from his throne, his powerful physique commanding attention.
"What troubles you, my lady?" he asked, his voice gentle, his eyes probing.
Aria's gaze dropped, her voice barely audible. "My hair."
Elijah's werewolf ears picked up the faint words, and he closed the distance between them.
"Your hair is unique and beautiful," he whispered, his warm breath caressing her ear.
Aria's concerns went beyond her hair; Elijah knew it.
"It's not just the hair, is it?" he asked, though he suspected the prophecy.
Aria's eyes welled up with tears. "People expect a lot from me. Things I can't and don't know how to do. I'm confused."
Elijah's expression mirrored empathy.
"I was once like that, too," he said, his voice laced with understanding.
"At ten, I took over the Blackwood pack, clueless about leading." The Alpha remembers the days when his ten years old self sat on the Alpha throne of the Blackwood pack leading one of the powerful pack of Wolfland. He didn't believe in himself either.
Aria's curiosity sparked.
"How did you cope? What did you do?" she asked.
Elijah's eyes clouded, memories flooding back.
"I take things as they come, one at a time," he shared.
"That's how I'm still standing today."
Aria nodded, feeling relieved.
Elijah's lips curved into a gentle smile.
"One at a time," he whispered to her ears.
The door to the throne room locked, Axel obeying Elijah's telepathic command.
Aria heard the silent order, amazed by the wolves' hidden magic. The Telepathic communication, a secret magic of the wolves. Her people, the Netherlands believes the werewolves had no magic but physically strength. If only they can hear what she hears. The Alpha's lips are motionless yet he orders with his mind to whoever he wants to even from a million miles away. It's a wolf magic.
Elijah's lips on Aria's jolted her into action.
She passionately returned the kiss.
Their love-making was the one language they shared. Body language. They understand their bodies, each worshipping the other. It's the one thing they do every time they meet. None of them tired of the other.
As they entwined, Aria knew she was beneath the Alpha, in more ways than one.
Her moans fill the council hall. The Alpha steady thrusts leaves her yearning for more till she reaches her climax with a loud, "Oooo ohh"