His large hand would rest over my belly with a possessive look with his eyes gleaming with that intense, predatory look that always made me uneasy.
“Whether it’s a son or daughter,” he would say, “they will rule after me. They will inherit my position as Alpha.”
To protect us, he sent me to the pack’s forbidden lands, a sanctuary where no one dared to tread.
Only the most trusted wolves could cross the boundary, and even then, only during in emergencies.
No one was allowed to approach — except for him.
He visited often, making sure I was safe and attending to my needs.
Here, I was safe—until a guest wolf entered the territory.
A drunken Immortal wolf who was a guest stumbled into the forbidden lands. The Alpha detected his presence.
Enraged, the Alpha killed him, his actions igniting a bitter war between the Demon Pack and The Immortal Pack.
The difference between these two packs lay in their cultivation method.
Blood flowed freely. The blood of countless wolves flowed freely, leading to the rising tensions between both packs.