webnovel

Mated To The Weak Alpha

“Who ever heard of a weak Alpha?” It’s a question that echoes through my thoughts, louder than any pack’s howls or whispers. I’m Alex, the Alpha in name only. My father’s legacy looms over me like a thunderstorm that never breaks. While the world around me demands strength, my perceived weakness is a permanent stain I can't wash away. But everything shifted the day Sara walked into my life. Sara isn’t just fierce; she's a storm wrapped in confidence and fire from a neighboring pack. Our meeting was electric, a collision of destinies as if the universe had been waiting for this moment. From the start, I knew there was something profound between us—a connection that transcended mere chance. Now, our worlds are tangled in a prophecy that speaks of an impending catastrophe, one that threatens to unravel everything we know. Sara’s challenge is not just to survive but to force me to confront the hidden depths of my own strength. Together, we must overcome not only the doubts within me but also rally our divided packs against a shadowy enemy whose dark schemes could spell doom for us all. Will Alex rise above his perceived weakness and lead his pack to glory, or will the prophecy's dark promise come to pass?

Omooba1 · Fantaisie
Pas assez d’évaluations
108 Chs

Chapter 95: The Strategy Session

Morning broke over the pack's territory with a muted light, the sun struggling to pierce through a thick blanket of clouds. It was as if the earth itself knew what lay ahead—there was no warmth, no cheer in the air. The pack stirred with a shared sense of urgency. Today, the real planning would begin. Alex couldn't afford to waste any more time.

Inside the central meeting hall, the atmosphere was tense. The large room was filled with the pack's key members, all seated around a long wooden table that bore the scars of many strategy sessions. The walls were adorned with old banners and symbols of the pack's history, reminders of the battles they had fought and won. But this battle felt different. It wasn't just about territory or dominance—it was about survival.