tales of the first alpha wolf

Long ago, there was a great war among men, women, fathers, children, husbands, wives, vampires, and wolves, all fighting for power. Many lives were lost during the months-long conflict. With nowhere to run and only their own kind by their side, they were still betrayed by their own kind. War brought horrors that haunted them at night, making sleep impossible. The wolves, in their wolf form, went out at night searching for food, often returning with nothing or, sometimes, worse. Those who ventured out sometimes didn't return, and in most cases, returned with missing limbs or serious injuries.

Hunger began to decimate the wolf packs bit by bit. The leaders of the packs decided to isolate themselves. Each pack member had different abilities, but the alpha wolf possessed all the abilities. However, he was locked away somewhere, unable to break free due to the darkness clouding his judgment. He killed families and children mercilessly.

The leaders of the wolf pack worked together to imprison him, but they lost many good men and women in the process. John Aaron, the first of his kind, was born in a village called Helsinki. He was a wolf from birth, but he wasn't born an alpha; he had to earn his place. His insatiable thirst for power drove him to dabble in dark magic, tapping into the hearts of other wolves, each with unique abilities. After numerous attempts, he finally succeeded. On the night of the full moon, the most beautiful girl in Helsinki, Mary, stumbled upon him. She was mesmerized by what she saw and hurried back to the village to tell everyone about it.

Mary rushed back to Helsinki, her heart pounding with excitement. She couldn't wait to describe what she had witnessed. "You won't believe what I saw!" she exclaimed to the villagers, her words tumbling over each other in her haste to share her story. "John Aaron, he's... he's something more than just a man. He's a wolf, but not like any other. He's... he's an alpha, powerful and mesmerizing, under the full moon's light. You have to see it to believe it!" Her breathless account left the villagers intrigued and uneasy, their curiosity piqued by Mary's tale.

In the heart of the sinki forest, under the silvery glow of the full moon, stood the alpha male werewolf. He was a magnificent sight to behold, a creature of unparalleled power and grace. His massive form, towering over the surrounding trees, was draped in a coat of purest white fur, each strand shimmering like freshly fallen snow in the moonlight.

Every inch of his powerful frame bespoke strength and dominance. His broad shoulders rippled with muscle, his chest was thick and powerful, and his legs were like pillars of steel. With every movement, sinewy muscles flexed beneath his snowy pelt, hinting at the raw power that lay coiled within him.

But it was his eyes that truly captivated all who beheld him. Glowing like molten gold, they burned with an intensity that spoke of centuries of wisdom and experience. They were eyes that had seen countless battles, eyes that had witnessed the rise and fall of empires, eyes that held the secrets of the ancient forest.

As the leader of his pack, the alpha male commanded the utmost respect and loyalty from his brethren. They followed him without question, knowing that his strength and cunning were unmatched. Under his guidance, they had flourished, carving out a territory that was the envy of all other packs.

But despite his fearsome reputation, the alpha male was not a tyrant. He ruled with a firm but fair paw, always placing the needs of his pack above his own. He was a protector, a provider, and a leader in every sense of the word.

And so, as he stood beneath the watchful gaze of the full moon, the alpha male werewolf was a living embodiment of power and majesty. A creature of legend and myth, he was the undisputed king of the forest, and his reign will be absolute.

Mary did not wonder how John Aaron had become the leader of his pack and an alpha without knowing his backstory. When John returned to the village of Helsinki with his pack, his ability to smell blood and his craving for human flesh seemed to have doubled. He began hearing voices in his head and asked his pack, "Did you guys hear anything?"

When his pack members replied with a resounding "NO," John Aaron didn't believe that the dark magic he was using would harm those around him. So, he decided to take his pack out for a drink, filling the room with women. Among them, John Aaron chose Deborah, a black beauty who had been raised as a slave, she has been selling her body to different men from the age of 10(ten), getting to the room John Aaron locked the door with a smile on Deborah's face, "Deborah said" where do you want to start from? hope your dick is large enough to make me scream, Aaron laughed Hahahaha we shall see John started undressing her and as she undressed him too immediately she wrapped her legs and her arms around Aaron bringing their body closer, "do me, do me Faster" she whispered before kissing him quickly.

Aaron obliged as he increased his pace and rammed his dick into Deborah black pussy, harder and faster.

"Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, that's it, I love it, keep going"

Deborah said with her tongues out and a love appeared in her eyes as she wants nothing more than this moment to last.

They went at it like animals who were on heat and could not control their selves anymore.

Deborah lose all of her reasoning as she took control from Aaron and ride him in a cowgirl position.

"I love this feeling, yes, like that, just keep going like that" she cried put in intense pleasure as she cummed for the 5th time since they entered that room.

Unknown to Aaron, dark magic was taking control over his body. Aaron couldn't help but feel himself turning into something he didn't recognize. Before Aaron could realize what was happening, Deborah started screaming for help.

"Help, help, help me, please!" Deborah cried out at the top of her voice.

Meanwhile, Mary, on the other hand, heard Deborah's cry for help and quickly opened the windows. As she looked inside, she saw Aaron covered in blood, with Deborah's lifeless body lying on the bed. Mary locked eyes with Aaron and saw nothing but red, a dark shadow emerging from his body.

Before Mary could even think to run, Aaron swiftly grabbed her by the hair.