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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?

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Chapter 87: A New Alliance

The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground as Alex walked through the camp, his mind preoccupied with the challenges ahead. The air was filled with the sounds of preparation—wolves talking in low tones, the clinking of weapons being packed away, and the rustling of tents being dismantled. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, as the packs prepared to return to their territories, now bound by a fragile alliance.

Alex's conversation with the rogues the previous day had gone better than he'd expected, but he knew that integrating them into the pack would take time and careful management. Trust, as he had told Marcus and Sara, was something that had to be earned. And for the rogues, it was a foreign concept after years of living on the fringes.