Birth of a true alpha

October 1755.

Planet Samar.

In the darkest corners of Samar, the homeland of werewolves, a land known for its hostile climate where the sun mercilessly shines for 38 hours straight, stood proudly and impenetrably the mysterious Nocturna Manor.

The slender towers of the edifice seemed to pierce the starlit sky with their dark spires, rising like silent guardians of the secrets that lay within.

Among these secrets, currently resided the two beings who ruled over the inhabitants of the planet.

Volk Fenrir, the king of werewolves and the strongest alpha, was currently furrowing his brows due to his extreme anxiety, creating a sharp contrast with his imposing stature that inspired submission.

Beside him, lying on a bed, his wife and queen of the werewolves, Tasha Fenrir, once celebrated as a wolf goddess but who was dethroned from her divine pedestal. Her enigmatic beauty that blended grace, sensuality, and melancholy was currently nowhere to be found as she writhed in pain.

Anyone seeing this scene would hardly associate the image of the queen known for her coldness and cruelty, earning her the nickname "Darkness of Samar," with the one depicted in the current scene.

"Come on, Your Majesty, a little more, you're almost there, just one more push." Leah, a relatively young-looking woman, was doing her best to encourage the queen despite the difficult situation she seemed to be in.

From her expert viewpoint, the childbirth was going well, so she couldn't comprehend why the queen, who had given birth once before, seemed to be suffering so much this time.

But as minutes passed by, Tasha's cries of pain grew louder,

On the other side, Volk's brows furrowed even deeper as his wolf instinct flared up for some reason.

"Fuckkkkkkk," the queen screamed, giving a final push despite the pain and the sensation that her soul and life force were being drained.

Leah, the midwife, quickly took the baby and cut the umbilical cord.

At the very moment the umbilical cord was cut, strong winds suddenly emerged inside the room. But this phenomenon wasn't the only strange thing,

The sun that normally shone upon Samar was currently hidden behind a moon, creating a solar eclipse phenomenon,

A sense of submission and fear crept into the hearts of every inhabitant on the planet, whether young or old,

And at that moment, Volk, Leah, and Tasha, who was struggling to keep her consciousness, felt it too. Something very pure, very primal, something very... powerful had arrived and was there with them. The feeling they currently experienced was that of a grain of sand in the midst of a vast desert. So small, so insignificant, yet so full of potential.

Then the next thing they saw was their newborn starting to levitate gently from the midwife's arms, as they stood rooted in place.

The phenomenon lasted a few minutes before everything returned to normal as if no mystical event had occurred.

The newborn floated slightly until he was in his mother's arms, who for reasons beyond their comprehension was suddenly feeling much better.

Still stunned by the preceding events, Tasha quickly used her divine sense to check her child's condition for any anomalies.

Volk, equally shocked by his wife's condition, hurriedly approached his wife and child.

Though he had a vague idea of the cause of all these events, he couldn't confirm it without seeing his son's pupils.

However, the couple quickly noticed something amiss.

The newborn wasn't crying,

"Why isn't he crying?" Tasha, in a burst of despair and overwhelmed by events, literally screamed.

"Calm down, Tasha, he's breathing," Volk rushed to reassure her.

Hearing his words, Tasha glanced at her husband. Perhaps it was due to the events that she hadn't noticed it before, but now she could see that something was wrong with her husband.

In moments like this, Volk would be the last person to lose his composure.

"Volk, what does all this mean?" she demanded in a tone that required an answer.

Volk was about to reply when the door to the room opened,

A person entered the room.

Instantly,

"Volk pays homage to the Beast of Ragnarok."

"Tasha pays homage to the Beast of Ragnarok."

"Leah pays homage to the Beast of Ragnarok."

Volk, Tasha, and Leah exclaimed in unison.

With a simple nod, the newcomer, identified as the Beast of Ragnarok, "Fenrir," acknowledged their salutation, his gaze focused on the newborn.

His humanoid silhouette exuded a sense of sacred beauty,

Completely focused on the child, he moved towards him, the gazes of the child's parents resting on him in puzzlement.

Then, with a quick motion, he cut his palm, letting a few drops of blood fall onto the baby's face and into his mouth.

"Lord Fenrir," Tasha and Volk exclaimed in shock.

"Silence and observe," Fenrir simply responded firmly.

And in the sight of everyone,

The blood on the child's face quickly disappeared, replaced by the shining symbol of an eclipse on his skin.

But that was just the beginning,

The baby, who had been in a deep sleep until then, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils glowing a deep red, like the color of blood.

The baby started crying, and his previously smooth skin suddenly began sprouting hair around his face.

When the onlookers saw this, their eyes widened in surprise.

Volk, on the other hand, sighed as if he expected it.

'My intuition was correct,' he thought.

Tasha, though she had lived for millennia, had never seen anything like this.

Even with her first-born, a born werewolf, there had been no such case.

She began to realize something impossible yet currently happening before her eyes,

"Lord Fenrir, what's wrong?" she asked when she saw her husband's peculiar reaction.

"This baby, he's different from the others," Fenrir replied briefly, taking the child.

But under Tasha's persistent gaze, which seemed to demand more explanation, he let out a long sigh before continuing.

"This is the first time in his millennia that a true natural alpha has appeared after Volk."

An even greater shock appeared on Tasha's and Leah's faces.

"But more than that, this baby is an ancestor of the werewolves"

Boom.

As if a bomb had been dropped in their minds, all present froze in shock at Fenrir's revelation.

But the shock didn't linger long on Tasha's face as she raised her arms to take her son back, her gaze radiating pure motherly love.

Volk, for his part, remained frozen. He was already expecting his son to be a natural alpha, but surely he didn't expect him to be an ancestor when he himself was just a descendant of the ancestor lineage.

"Lord Fenrir, would you do us the honor of naming our child."

Tasha's words brought Volk back to reality as he looked at Fenrir expectantly.

With a third contemplative look at the baby, Fenrir decided,

"Lycaon"

"Lycaon Fenrir"

"That will be his name"

And as if recognizing the name, the baby cried even louder as his pupils and morphology returned to normal.

A few minutes later, Lycaon fell asleep, and Tasha dismissed Leah.

After a brief meeting between Fenrir and the two royals, Volk left the manor and let out a deafening howl that echoed throughout the planet, announcing the birth of the second crown prince.

Then, like an orchestra, all the inhabitants of the planet began to howl in unison.

But whether it was Fenrir, Volk, or Tasha, they had no idea that the child was even more special than they thought.

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[A few minutes earlier]

In a corner of Europe (Our world).

Lying on a musty bed amidst rodents that were scattered throughout the room was the battered and dying body of a man.

This man was none other than Adam Romanov, a mercenary and former member of the Russian special forces.

He could have sought medical treatment in a hospital, but he knew that exposing himself to the outside world in his current state would be nothing short of suicide. His enemies, accumulated over time as a "war dog," would never miss a chance to get rid of him. And only the gods knew what kind of immoral tortures they had in store for him.

In the end, he could only lie there and accept his impending death.

But deep within him,

Anger, frustration, regret, and sadness raged.

Anger at life's injustice for preventing him from living the life he desired.

Frustration at himself for not realizing the state of his body sooner.

Regret and sadness for drifting away from his family and not cherishing life's blessings.

A long sigh, carrying all these emotions, escaped Adam's lips as he felt his last strength leaving him.

'A second chance... Just one... And I'll see what lies at the end of the road... Please...'

He pleaded to all existing and non-existing gods as his eyes closed, never to open again.

And as if waiting for his death to appear, a slightly white light began to shine above Adam's lifeless body, followed by a mechanical voice that resonated in the room's darkness.

[Initiating host connection]

[1%...37%]

[81%]

[100%]

[Emergency protocol activated]

[Searching for a suitable host body for the host's soul]

[Target acquired]

[Initiating host soul transfer]

[…]

[Host soul transferred]

[Emergency protocol concluded]

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In a white space, Adam's soul appeared, not in any other place but what seemed to be Lycaon Fenrir's soul space.

Despite the fact that his soul was stronger than others due to his ancestor status, the original Lycaon Fenrir had not been able to survive the descent of the primal will during his birth, making him the perfect vessel for Adam Romanov,

Unfortunately, the appearance and attempt of possession of Lycaon's body by Adam coincided with Fenrir dripping his blood on Lycaon's face,

This sole action by Fenrir, who was completely unaware of the events, was intended to strengthen the baby from birth and give him his blessing.

Seeing this as an opportunity, Lycaon's ancestral status received enough of a boost to regain strength and launch a counterattack against Adam's possession attempt.

[Soul host transfer attempt... Error]

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Following a fierce struggle for dominance, Lycaon's soul eventually devoured Adam's, gaining all of his knowledge.

What's more,

[Error... Emergency protocol failed]

[Protocol n°985423@534878 initiated due to special case]

[System migration to a new host]

[Connection with new host]

[1%...17%]

[21%]

[30%]

[31%...67%]

[…]

[100%]

[New host... Lycaon Fenrir successfully registered]

Lycaon had acquired something that shouldn't exist in this world.

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{Back to the present}

As the rays of the sun began to pierce through the skies of Samar, they shattered the embrace of the solar eclipse, slowly dissipating the deep shadows that had enveloped Nocturna Manor. The planet was returning to its natural rhythm, but the strange phenomena that had occurred moments ago seemed to have left an indelible mark on the fabric of reality. Each witness to this supernatural event, whether inhabitants of the planet or beings within the manor, still felt the thrill of the unknown that had hung in the air, like an insistent melody that couldn't be forgotten.

Tasha and Volk, the royal couple of the werewolves, stood in silence before their newborn, Lycaon. Unanswered questions floated in the parents' minds, their thoughts like invisible threads weaving a complex connection between them and their child. Were they ready to face the challenges that would arise from the birth of a new ancestor?

The wind began to blow softly, like a caress of the elements in response to the mystical event that had just occurred. Millennia-old trees seemed to bow respectfully, as if to salute the birth of one who could be the catalyst for change in Samar. The werewolves, sensitive to nature's

fluctuations, felt these tremors and watched with a mix of curiosity and concern for the developments to come.

As a newly fulfilled mother, Tasha felt a complex mixture of emotions. She had embraced her role in the darkness with unyielding resolve, but Lycaon's appearance was challenging what she believed she knew. His captivating beauty, blending grace, sensuality, and melancholy, was reflected in the features of the newborn. She questioned the destiny that awaited him, the meaning of his existence, and the choices he would make.

Volk, on his part, had always embodied the strength and wisdom of the king of werewolves. His silver gaze, usually impenetrable, now held a new intensity. The anxiety that had gripped his features during childbirth had transformed into fierce determination. His imposing stature barely concealed his concern for his son's future.

Time flowed slowly as sunlight invaded the manor, casting shards of light into the room. The strange solar eclipse had ended, but another phase was about to begin, a period of discoveries, challenges, and growth. The mystical phenomena might have dissipated, but Lycaon's magnetic presence remained, like a magnet drawing the attention of all. Their eyes fixed on the newborn, the royal couple knew that the roles they had taken on would never be the same, that Samar's history was taking an unexpected turn, guided by the enigmas embodied in the glowing red eyes of their son.