Alexander Lupo, The Alpha

There was an old castle in the middle of the city. This building was established in the middle of age century. And after day after day, and years after years passed. No one cares anymore. They thought it was a cultural heritage building.

The castle didn't look abandoned, although it was creepy and dark, there were no tall weeds, no moss, or cracked wall.

So... who was the owner?

A car with a spirit of ecstasy emblem entered the castle. A pair of tall and big iron fences opened and closed automatically.

"Good evening, Lord." Jared, the butler, opened the car door for his master.

"Good evening, Jared," he answered the greeting.

"How was the meeting, Lord?" Jared folded the black suit in his hand.

"As usual, They pushed me to find my Luna as soon as possible," he smirked in annoyance.

"Oh, I agree with them." Jared followed his master step to the room.

Alexander Lupo was the master of this castle. The twenty-seven-year-old man was the alpha, King of werewolves. And a successful businessman.

This man was not only rich, but he was also crazy damn rich!! This man was not only strong, but he was also powerful and undefeated. Not surprisingly, he became the King of werewolves at such a young age.

"What do you want to eat, Lord? I'll tell the kitchen staff to cook for dinner."

"Hmm... a ribeye steak, medium well grilling on the cherry woods smoke, only salt and pepper, and a bottle of wine," Alexander said while taking off his black shirt. The shape of the masculine line showed on that athletic body.

No wonder there were a lot of women who tried to seduce him. Rich, handsome, clever, and strong. Who wouldn't surrender to his charisma? Unfortunately, werewolves only submit to one mate. The Moon Goddess had fated their love into an unbreakable bond.

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After taking a bath, he downed the stair to the dining room, that long marble table looked so empty. Only one person filled the seats.

"Please enjoy your dinner, My Lord." Jared opened the food cover. A premium class of ribeye steak.

Silver cutlery clicked at the round plate when Alexander sliced the meat. He ate in peace, so quiet, so calm. So... depressed. No other voice than a clicking sound.

"You need a Luna and make a dozen of baby wolves, My Lord. so this huge castle will not be this deserted." Jared sighed long. The fifty years old man looked at his master with pathetic.

"Are you really wanna die soon, huh?" Alexander glanced sharply at his Butler.

"of course not, so... sorry, My Lord. I talk too much. I am just hoping for my master's happiness," answered him.

"he's right, Alex." suddenly, a calm voice was heard.

"Grandma?" Alexander was shocked by her arrival.

"My Lord." Chole, Alexander's grandma, bowed down.

"no, you don't have to! I'm your grandson." Alexander prohibited her.

"You're still my King, My Alpha, Alex." that old lady smiled warmly. She patted her grandchild on the shoulder.

"*sigh*... Okay." Alexander could only sign his breath and smiled too.

"What's the matter, Granny? What urgency brought you here?" Alexander held her to the dining chair for joining the dinner. Grandma Chole lived overseas, she went back to the castle in a hurry to warn Alexander about her vision.

"I see a vision for your future, Son. You have to go to the museum tomorrow. You must wait at the statue of the first alpha in our pack." She muttered about Alexander's prophecy.

"Who, Granny? Who should I wait for?" Alexander furrowed his eyebrow in curiosity.

"Your Luna."

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