Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Third Person

The sun hung low in the afternoon sky, casting long shadows across the forest floor as Xander patrolled the outskirts of his territory. A rustle in the nearby bushes drew his attention, and with instincts honed by years of experience, he tensed, prepared for a potential threat.

Emerging from the shadows, a formidable rogue stepped forward, a sinister grin playing on his lips. “Well, well, if it isn’t the mighty Alpha Xander. I’ve heard tales of your strength, but let’s see if the rumors match reality.”

Xander’s gaze narrowed, his alpha aura pulsating with power. “If you’ve come looking for trouble, you’ve found it. But I suggest you turn back before things get ugly.”

The rogue chuckled, a low, menacing sound. “I didn’t come all this way for a casual chat, Alpha. I came for a challenge.”

Without further preamble, the rogue lunged at Xander, his movements swift and calculated. Xander met the attack head-on, the clash of their strength reverberating through the air. Each blow exchanged was a testament to the raw power coursing through their veins.

“You’re not as tough as they say, Alpha,” the rogue taunted, a feral glint in his eyes.

Xander responded with a resolute glare. “You’re about to find out how wrong you are.”

The battle unfolded with a ferocity that echoed through the trees. The rogue, skilled and relentless, sought to exploit any opening in Xander’s defense. Yet the Alpha proved a formidable opponent, his movements a dance of primal prowess. Their clash stirred the very essence of the forest, leaving leaves swirling in the wake of their confrontation.

As Xander engaged in his intense one-on-one struggle, the rest of the Red Moon Pack faced a different threat within their territory. Rogues, emboldened by the absence of their Alpha, launched a coordinated attack on the pack.

The air crackled with tension as the Red Moon warriors faced the onslaught of rogues, their loyalty to the pack unwavering.

“Protect the territory! Drive them back!” Limuel bellowed, rallying the pack with his commanding presence.

The pack warriors fought valiantly, their movements a choreography of unity and strength. The forest became a battleground; the clash of claws and teeth was the haunting soundtrack to a struggle for survival.

Meanwhile, Xander continued his duel with the rogue, each exchange escalating the intensity of their conflict. Their surroundings bore witness to the primal contest, with trees trembling as if sharing the very heartbeat of the skirmish.

“You’re just delaying the inevitable, Alpha,” the rogue sneered, a trickle of blood staining his lip.

Xander, unyielding, replied, “I’ve faced stronger foes than you.”

With a surge of determination, Xander unleashed a powerful combination of strikes, catching the rogue off guard. The tide of the battle shifted, and with a swift and decisive move, Xander incapacitated the rogue, leaving him sprawled on the forest floor.

Breathing heavily, Xander stood over his fallen adversary. “Consider this your warning. The Red Moon Pack will not tolerate threats to our home.”

As the defeated rogue lay sprawled on the forest floor, Xander’s chest heaved with exertion. His eyes were ablaze with a fierce determination to protect his pack, but the rogue’s taunts had ignited a different flame within him-a volatile mix of anger, jealousy, and deep-seated fear.

“You think you’ve won, Alpha?” The rogue jeered, bloodied but defiant. “Your precious Luna won’t be yours for long. She’s bound to Silas now, and soon enough, she’ll leave you.”

The words cut through Xander like a blade, and his grip on his emotions slipped. Jealousy surged within him, fueled by the rogue’s malicious taunts. Silas, the vampire elder, was a name he had learned to tolerate, but the thought of losing Chassy to him ignited a fierce possessiveness.

With a growl, Xander lunged at the rogue, his movements fueled by a potent mix of anger and jealousy. Their clash resumed, the forest bearing witness to a battle not just of physical prowess but of the tumultuous emotions churning within the Alpha.

The rogue continued to taunt, each word stoking the flames of Xander’s inner turmoil. “You’re nothing compared to Silas. Chassy deserves more than a mere werewolf.”

Xander’s fists clenched, his mind clouded by the barrage of emotions. He failed to notice the subtle rustling of leaves behind him-the ominous sign of another threat approaching. Another rogue, seizing the opportunity presented by his distracted state, crept silently toward him.

The rogue’s smirk widened, sensing the impending turn of the tide. “Silas will give her everything she desires-power and immortality. What can you offer, Alpha?”

Consumed by the internal storm, Xander’s awareness faltered. He failed to detect the rogue closing in from behind until it was too late. The rogue lunged, a blade glinting in his hand, aiming for Xander’s vulnerable back.

In a cruel twist of fate, Xander, blinded by his emotions, fell victim to the ambush. The blade found its mark, piercing through the Alpha’s defenses. Pain exploded through him as the weapon struck a critical point, and Xander stumbled forward.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The victorious rogue, having achieved his goal, stepped back, reveling in the Alpha’s downfall. The forest, once a witness to a fierce struggle, now bore witness to the tragic conclusion of a battle fueled by jealousy and the merciless hand of fate.

Xander weakened and wounded, sank to his knees, his eyes reflecting not just physical pain but the heart-wrenching realization that he had been outmaneuvered. The rogue’s mocking laughter echoed through the clearing, a cruel reminder of the consequences of succumbing to the shadows of one’s own emotions.

The Red Moon Pack, unaware of their Alpha’s plight, continued to defend their territory, the distant echoes of their battles a stark contrast to the desolation that enveloped Xander in the heart of the forest.

Chassy’s heart raced as she and Ethan approached the clearing where Xander knelt, a chilling sensation running down her spine. Instinct told her that something was wrong. The sight that met her eyes pierced through her with a profound and agonizing intensity.

Xander was on his knees, vulnerability etched across his face. His eyes widened as he saw them approaching-a mix of relief and something deeper, more profound. Before Chassy could fathom the gravity of the situation, Xander slowly toppled forward, his strength failing him.

“Xander!” Chassy’s voice rose with a mixture of desperation and fear. She surged forward, ready to attack any lingering threat that might harm him further. Her senses were heightened, and the world around her narrowed to the immediate danger posed by the rogues.

Ethan, fueled by a protective instinct for his father, moved alongside Chassy. His eyes darted between her and the fallen Alpha, his now huge form radiating a readiness to defend.

As Chassy reached Xander’s side, she knelt beside him, her hand gently shaking his shoulder. “Xander, can you hear me?” She called, her voice laced with concern. He was looking at her and Chassy’s worry deepened.

Chassy’s instincts flared, and she turned with a swift, graceful movement, ready to face any rogue who dared to threaten them. Two figures emerged, both rogues who had, moments ago, wounded the Alpha.

Chassy’s eyes blazed with fierce determination. “You won’t harm him any further,” she declared, her voice a low, menacing growl. Beside her, Ethan mirrored her stance, his form radiating a potent combination of bravery and determination.

The rogues, emboldened by their earlier success, advanced with sinister intent. Chassy, however, was prepared. Her movements were a dance of deadly grace, with every strike calculated to incapacitate her opponents. Ethan, despite his youth, displayed remarkable skill, delivering swift and precise blows that complemented his mother’s combat prowess.

As the battle unfolded, Chassy’s focus remained divided between protecting Xander and neutralizing the threat before her. The rogues, once confident, now found themselves confronted by a relentless force-a mother and son fighting side by side.

Ethan’s eyes mirrored the determination in Chassy’s gaze. “Stay away from my father!” he shouted, his voice echoing with a fierce resolve that defied his age.

The rogues, realizing that they had underestimated their adversaries, faltered. Chassy seized the opportunity, her movements becoming a whirlwind of calculated strikes. The battle reached its climax, with each blow driven by the desire to protect the pack and the one who led them.

Finally, Chassy and Ethan’s combined strength had subdued the rogues, leaving them to lie defeated. The forest, once a battlefield, fell into an eerie silence, the only sounds being the labored breaths of the victorious Lycans.

Turning her attention back to Xander, Chassy’s heart sank at the sight of his still form. She cradled his head gently, panic welling up within her. “Xander, please, wake up,” she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper. Ethan, by her side, watched with wide eyes, his concern mirroring hers.

In that haunting stillness, Chassy clutched Xander to her, willing him to open his eyes and reassure her that he would be alright. The forest, once alive with the tumult of battle, now held its breath, as if awaiting the awakening of the Alpha, who had led them through countless trials.

‘So this is my end?’ Xander said to himself as Chassy’s voice started to become inaudible.

“Xander! Xander! Xander!” Then he opened his eyes and looked around. “What’s wrong?” Chassy asked.

“We’re in our bedroom, I’m alive,” he said instead.

“Of course, what are you even saying? What do you mean you’re alive? You’re dreaming.” she replied.

“It’s just a dream?”

“Yeah, you’re dreaming. What is it about you dying?” she asked again. Then Xander hugged her as if he was going to lose her anytime. He was thankful that it was only a dream. That he didn’t actually die. He promised to be extra cautious even more. He didn’t want to leave Chassy, not yet. He still wants to experience their bond without worrying about vampires or rogues so he is now resolute to end them.