They carried little Shelly through the forest, wrapped tightly in an old, tattered cloth — a disguise so no wandering eyes could glimpse her. Still, her scent clung stubbornly to the air, brushing against the noses of every wolf they passed. But no one dared question Alpha Rayan. He wasn't just an Alpha — he was the Alpha.
The strongest among them.
The King of Alphas.
It was a title passed down after his late grandfather's reign. The throne was meant for Rayan's elder brother… until the brother mysteriously vanished. Without a trace. By their laws, even if the missing heir returned, the crown could never be taken back. And so, Rayan ruled — unchallenged.
Rayan: stepping into the grand hall with a sly grin "Amelia, my love… look what I've brought for you. A gift."
His gaze swept the room. "And where are our sons? Rafael! Cedrick! Oh, my children… I've missed you so much."
Amelia: narrowing her eyes "Enough with your theatrics, Alpha… Wait. What is that…?"
Harth: in a low, almost accusing voice "A human, Luna Amelia."
Rafael: stepping closer, intrigued "A mere human child… interesting. Tell me, human — how did you get here?"
Shelly: deadpan "What sort of question is that? Obviously… with my bare feet."
Cedrick: half-smiling, half-growling "Whoa, whoa… such a sharp little tongue. Careful, girl… you dare speak to him like that?"
Shelly just stared back, refusing to flinch.