Chapter 2: prologue
Chapter 2: prologue
"Yes alpha, the pack has been finished, though i must say Alpha Josh did put up a fight," the new pack
member reported, standing at attention in front of their alpha, as he stood in front of the glass windows,
his back to them, staring out at the dark cloudy skies, ones in likeness to his soul, dark, dark and angry.
As the rumbling of the clouds indicated that a storm was soon to come, as their alpha stood straight,
the broad expanse of his shoulders blocking their view of what was outside, and his tall frame of 6'3
didn't help either, as he wore a dark suit, his entire look sharp.
His hands behind his back, showing light glimpses of the many tattoos that were hidden under his
jacket, as the fabric around his arms stretched, trying to hold in the rippling muscle underneath that
threatened to break free.
His hair, ended right above his nape, as they looked messy from him running his rough tan hands
through them.
He then turned around, assessing his warriors that had brought them news, both of them were in their
20's tall and built, but they couldn't compare to their alpha.
His hair was in likeness to his thick brows, dark, as dark as midnight, as dark as a starless night sky.
While his features were sharp and hard, his jaw was square and chiseled, with a light stubble on it, his
cheekbones were high and wide, his nose straight, his lips firm and full, and his skin tan.
His penetrating gaze left the best of men trembling under his dark gaze.
"Is there anything else alpha?" The warrior asked, trying to keep his voice strong.
"Was there anything else that needed my attention?" He asked, his voice deep and rich, carrying
authority in it.
It was then that the curious new pack member lifted his gaze, and for the first time looked into his
alphas eyes,
They say eyes are the window to the soul, the trembling warrior didn't know what to say after he looked
into his superiors eyes.
One of his eye was a dark glacier blue, like looking into the depths of the ocean, like being drowned by
tidal waves, the iris had a thin black ring surrounding it, like that of darkness surrounding the silver of
the moon. The other however, was a warm green with flecks of gold around the pupil, the kind of gold
that looked like droplets of the sun. Ice and fire, such beautiful contradictions, and they were staring
right at the frozen warrior, waiting for his answer.
His eyes framed by thick and dark lashes, adding to his allure.
The other warrior next to him, cleared his throat to get the attention of his new friend who seemed to be
rooted to his place and tongue tied, to save himself from the impatient alphas wrath, he answered for
his dear friend instead,
"No alpha, that was all," he said, his head slightly bent with respect.
The alpha nodded curtly and both the warriors left.
Dante Enzo Salvatore, alpha of the Dark Crescent pack, one of the most biggest and fiercest pack ever
known, feared by all.
After the death of his parents, at the age of 19, he took the rightful place as alpha, with his own blood
and sweat he raised the pack to what it was now, he was dark, cold and ruthless, now at the age of 28
he was still mateless, some called it a curse for his dark doings, destroying packs who didn't do as he
wished. He was also a lycan.
The alpha only believed in a few things and love, was not one of them. He gave up on ever finding a
mate, he never wanted one.
He bedded women when he desired for them to tend to his carnal needs, and that was all, no
attachments. A good fuck was enough.
No one ever questioned him, and the ones who did, didnt live to see tomorrow.
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She walked down the muddied forest floor, clutching the straps of her back pack, today the weather
didn't seem as pleasant as it did the day before, the clouds were rumbling, warning her to find shelter.
She had escaped and it had been two days since, walking around human towns, trying to find
somewhere to live to spend the night and start her journey the next day, hoping to find refuge in a pack
where she could blend in and not be noticed, and try to carry on with life.
Her old pack, Blood Moon pack had been attacked by the Dark Crescent pack, all her pack members This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
including her uncle were now dead. She didn't mind.
The pack had been nasty to her, treating her like filth, she had been demoted to omega for no reason,
and she was in the hands of her uncle ever since her parents had died in a fire, her uncle was an
abusive drunk, at the age of 20 she had no freedom, she would be beaten by her uncle and mocked by
her pack members, she had no friends, and she still hadn't found her mate, normally werewolves found
their mates when they turned 18, but that wasn't so for Venus Harrison.
At the night of the attack, she escaped, with the help of the moon goddess who guided her, answering
her prayers.
She walked into a gas station, bought some snacks for the way and walked to the bathroom, as she
washed her hands she looked up into the mirror, she looked better, compared to the days back in her
old pack, the bruises on her body had vanished, as she assessed her features, satisfied with how she
looked.
Her warm beige coloured skin was clear, except for the light freckles under her eyes, her nose was
small, and her lips pink and plump, her brows were arched and in likeness to her hair, a beautiful shade
of pecan brown, her eyes were a hickory as rich as the earths soil, stained with the color of hot
chocolate on a cold day, they were a deep earthy brown, but as when the sun rays touched them they
were copper against honey and when they watered they glowed like two perfect orbs the same shade
as nature after it rains.
Her eyes were framed by thick and long lashes, making them more stunning upon ones eye, as she
ran her soft hands through her locks, as she then gathered her waist length straight hair into a pony
tail.
As she straightened her shirt that had slight wrinkles to them, her hour glass figure mostly called
unwanted attention from men, as the unmated males in the pack tried to get a taste of her but she was
stronger in fighting back.
Her breasts were in perfect proportion to her, while her stomach was flat and her waist was small, and
her hips then rounded as they the led to long shapely legs that were now encompassed by dark
washed jeans. Her feminine frame of 5'6 was slightly different from other she wolves, that were lightly
muscled and toned and were slightly taller.
As Venus grabbed her stuff and made her way to her destination, in hopes of finding the peace that
was taken from her.
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