Alpha Dean

Dean pov..

"I uttered those words, asking Sierra, 'Will you be my Luna?' In that moment, my heart poured out all the emotions I had been holding inside.

Anxiously, I waited for her response, hoping with every fiber of my being that she would agree. The anticipation of her answer made my heart race, as I yearned to hold her tightly if she said yes.

Uncertainty gnawed at me, questioning the rightness of my decision. Yet, the overpowering emotions within me refused to be silenced.

Linda stood beside me, her face a reflection of the pain she felt when I uttered those words to Sierra. Although Linda was my fiancée, her presence had become unbearable. Since meeting Sierra, my heart longed to win her love and spend eternity by her side.

Sierra, a lonely wolf carrying a child, had endured years of solitude without anyone's support. I had promised to care for her, but when she tragically lost her baby, doubt clouded my mind.

She gazed at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and defiance. Her desire to leave and start anew was evident. However, by making her my Luna, I could ensure she would never be alone.

"Dean," her soft whisper barely reached my ears, tears streaming down her face, "I'm sorry, Dean, but I can't marry you."

Her words pierced through me like a thousand needles, and for a moment, the world seemed to disappear, leaving me in darkness.

As she turned to walk away, I held her hands tightly, still on one knee, my heart heavy with sorrow, and looked up at her.

"Please, Sierra, even if you can't be my Luna, just stay."

The thought of losing her was unbearable, and I refused to let her slip away.

But just as we stood there, locked in this heart-wrenching scene, my hands were wrenched from hers. I turned to see Linda, her face twisted with anger and tears, staring at me in fury."

"I can't believe you're repaying me like this after everything I've done for you."

Her hurtful words didn't affect me because my attention was solely on Sierra.

Determined, I stood up, facing Linda, and tightly clasped Sierra's hands against my chest.

"Sierra will be my Luna now, so it's best if you leave my castle."

My voice reverberated with such intensity that it felt like the words were resonating within me.

Linda's gaze pierced me, brimming with evident pain, causing Sierra to shrink back and lower her head, too afraid to meet her eyes.

"Fuck you!" Linda spat out angrily as she distanced herself from us. "I'll make you pay," she yelled, turning on her heels and fleeing from the castle, leaving Sierra and me alone.

After a minute or so, I directed my attention to Sierra, still with her head bowed. With gentle hands, I lifted her gaze, meeting her eyes as I spoke.

"I know she's been tormenting you all this time. Now that she's gone, there's nothing to fear. Please, stay."

Her eyes remained fixed on me, and I found myself drawing closer, our faces inching toward each other until our lips met.

The warmth of the kiss enveloped me, and I hesitated to break away, yearning for it to continue.

As Sierra clutched her hastily packed suitcase filled with clothes, ready to leave, it slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground. In response, I pulled her even closer to me.

With her pressed against me, my hands explored her figure, relishing the soft and supple sensation, longing to etch her gentleness into my memory.

Lost in the ecstasy of the kiss, I surrendered myself to bliss. Suddenly, she forcefully pushed me away, her hand connecting with my cheek in a resounding slap.

Fear and shock emanated from her eyes, as if they were windows into her deepest emotions. I yearned to calm her racing heart and soothe her troubled mind, but she abruptly fled up the stairs, her footsteps echoing against the wooden steps. The sound of the door closing behind her filled my ears, emphasizing the finality of her departure.

Regret overwhelmed me, and I couldn't help but raise my hands to my head and strike it forcefully. I berated myself for my hasty decision.

"Come on, Dean, think," I whispered, the words escaping my lips like a fragile plea. I furrowed my brow, searching my mind for a solution, desperate to fix the mistake I had made.

Moving across the room, I sought comfort on the cozy couch. Yet, the weight of my foolishness clung to me like a heavy burden. Why did I always act this way? What was wrong with me?

I stood up and started pacing, each step an attempt to navigate the maze of my thoughts and find redemption. After what felt like an eternity of self-reflection, a realization sparked within me. This time, I would sincerely apologize to her, without any more foolish mistakes.

With measured steps, I climbed the staircase, pausing at times, torn between the urge to retreat and forget about apologizing, and the determination that fueled me. Eventually, the latter prevailed, propelling me forward as I continued my ascent, with her bedroom door as my destination.

Time seemed to stretch as I stood there, exhaling slowly, trying to calm my nerves. Finally, summoning all my courage, I raised my hand and prepared to knock gently, hoping for a response.

"I hope she answers," I thought silently, my mind filled with anticipation as my knuckles tapped against the door, each sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

Minutes passed, yet no reply reached my ears. Undeterred, I knocked again, but there was only silence in the empty air.

Just as I was about to leave, my pride wounded, I heard the door creak. I turned around to face her. She was staring at me, her eyes searching mine for answers. Her face showed both vulnerability and curiosity.

"Do you really love me?" she asked softly, her voice filled with raw sincerity that made my heart ache. I approached her slowly, never breaking eye contact. The unspoken words hung between us, like a delicate web.

"Yes, Sierra," I replied passionately, "I love you so deeply that it almost drives me mad."

Without saying another word, she rushed toward me, closing the distance with a single stride. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, a collision of emotions that left me stunned. It was a role reversal that caught me off guard.

"I love you too, Alpha," she whispered, her words reaching my ears with tenderness. It warmed me from within. A smile appeared on my lips, reflecting the same joy in our embrace.

I gently held her delicate waist and guided her closer to me. With a soft sigh, I closed the door behind us, immersing ourselves in an intimate world where only our love existed.

Linda pov.

I couldn't believe he would betray me like this, after all the support and sacrifices I had made for him. He callously rejected me because of her.

With a heavy heart, I dragged myself to the local bar, hoping that drowning my sorrows in alcohol would numb the pain and help me forget what had transpired.

I slumped over the bar table, tears streaming down my face. The murmurs and whispers of the curious onlookers filled the air, but I paid no attention to them.

Anger surged through me, overwhelming my senses. How could he have so little regard for my feelings? He left me stranded in a vast ocean of sorrow and despair, with no compass to guide me.

The glass in my hand trembled as I clenched it tightly, unable to contain the fiery rage coursing through my veins. In a moment of pure frustration, the glass shattered into a thousand shards, mirroring the shattered fragments of my heart. My eyes burned with an intense shade of yellow, reflecting the blazing fury within me. Determined, I swore to make her face the consequences of her actions. She would be compelled to return to where she rightfully belonged.

My fury continued to grow, consuming me entirely. All I yearned for was to erase her presence from my life, to eliminate her from the equation completely.

Lost in my vengeful thoughts, a sudden presence made itself known behind me. Startled, I spun around to find a man observing me intently. His eyes held a deep, enigmatic blue hue, and strands of gray gracefully adorned his hair.

"I can sense the turmoil within you," he remarked, his voice calm yet penetrating. I glared at him, my rage simmering just beneath the surface.

"What do you want? And who are you? Can't you see I'm in no mood for company?" My tone conveyed my disinterest in engaging with anyone.

He smiled, moving closer to me. I looked at him with empty, emotionless eyes.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, but I think I've seen you before. You're Luna, the mate of Alpha Dean. What happened? Why did you come here to find comfort, drowning your sorrows?"

I had no desire to hear him out. His words only fueled my anger. Standing up, holding my drink, I turned to confront him. Without waiting for his response, I emptied my glass over his head.

"People like you deserve to suffer." I uttered with disdain.

I turned away, unfazed by the curious gazes around me. Each step I took fueled my determination. I made a silent vow to become the Luna, unyielding to anyone who dared challenge me.

Upon reaching my car, I drove home, yearning for solace and seclusion. I craved solitude to contemplate my next move.

As I reached my house, I stepped out of the vehicle, only to spot a blue car parked in front. Anger surged through me once more.

With determined strides, I stormed inside, only to discover her sitting there, wearing a smile that never wavered.

"What are you doing here?" I bellowed, my voice dripping with fury. She calmly rose from her seat and approached me, her smile unwavering.

"Come on, sister, aren't you glad to see me?"

To say I was pleased would be a lie; in fact, I was livid. Lisa was my twin sister, but our appearances diverged greatly.

She abandoned me after our parents' demise, leaving me to suffer in solitude. Fortunately, that's when Dean entered my life, and everything changed.

He was my everything, the man of my dreams. Yet now, those dreams were snatched away by a desolate wolf.

I walked past her, making a beeline for the couch and settling down. Then, I turned to face her once more.

"I don't understand why you came, but it would be best if you left."

She simply stood there, seemingly oblivious to my words, her smile intact. My anger intensified, and I rose, advancing towards her, my eyes turning a fierce shade of yellow.

"You abandoned me. You never cared. Why now? Why did you choose this moment to appear?"

As tears cascaded down my cheeks, I couldn't contain the anguish any longer. The pain of rejection engulfed me.

I felt my sister's touch upon me, and I looked up, locking eyes with her.

"I never knew my sister to be so full of emotions. Tell me, why aren't you in the castle? What's troubling you?"

I gazed up at Lisa, feeling an overwhelming urge to unburden myself, to expose all my pain. I was shattered, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I clung to my sister, tears streaming down my face as I poured my heart out. The memory of him asking her to be his Luna right in front of me haunted my thoughts, and I couldn't help but blame myself for not taking action in that moment.

"He chose her over me," I sobbed, seeking solace in my sister's comforting embrace.

"Seeing you cry like this is a shock. So, who is this 'she' you're talking about?" My sister held me at arm's length, her gaze filled with curiosity.

"Her name is Sierra," I whispered, my voice trembling as I wiped away my tears. The anger in me replaced the sadness. "She's a lone wolf that Dean brought into our pack. I thought he was just helping her, but then I caught them kissing. I decided to make her suffer for every pain she caused me, so I devised a plan that led to the loss of her unborn child. I expected her to run away, to escape the torment after losing her baby. But instead, Dean's love for her grew stronger. Right before my eyes, he asked her to be his mate."

As I recounted the memory, my eyes began to change, turning a vibrant shade of yellow, and my claws threatened to emerge. Lisa, sensing my turmoil, placed her hand gently on my shoulder.

"But you don't have to cry over it. If you took away her child, why don't we get rid of her too?" she suggested.

For the first time, my sister offered a wicked proposition, and a devious smile slowly spread across my face.

This time, Sierra will deeply regret ever crossing her feet here.

Dean pov.

She was perfect, and that was all that mattered. I had reached out to different wolf packs throughout the kingdom, inviting them to witness the crowning of my new queen, Luna.

My sole focus was on making her happy and ensuring her safety. This time, my commitment to protecting her was unwavering.

Leaving the castle behind, I decided to go unaccompanied by any guards. I wanted to surprise Sierra with a special gift.

As I passed by the people, I could see the admiration in their eyes. After half an hour, I finally arrived at the mall, ready for some shopping.

Stepping out of the car, I gazed at the magnificent entrance. Perhaps, once Sierra became Luna, I would bring her here and let her choose whatever her heart desired.

Just as I was about to enter the mall, I froze upon hearing a familiar voice-a voice I had hoped never to hear again.

"Hey, Dean, old friend, it's been a while."

I turned around and came face to face with Drake. He hadn't changed a bit. His dark blue eyes and gray hair intrigued me, as I wondered about his fondness for that color.

Pausing, I looked at him as he approached, extending his hand for a handshake. However, I remained silent.

"What do you want?" I asked, pushing his hand away, studying him intently.

"Aren't you glad to see your old friend?" he asked, grinning, his gaze fixed on me.

"Why have you returned? I thought you had decided to start your own pack."

There was something in the way he looked at me, a mystery I couldn't decipher. It left me both curious and unsure.

"Come on, Dean. Don't tell me you're still dwelling on that incident. It's in the past. Why don't we reconcile?" He pleaded, attempting to ease the tension between us.

As he tried to approach, I instinctively moved aside, my eyes filled with deep-seated animosity. The intensity of my gaze conveyed my resentment.

"I didn't think our friendship could be salvaged," I replied sharply. "And by the way, where is your lovely wife?"

The sentence I said reminded me of my first love, Alex. She was everything to me, but my friend, Drake, took her away by getting her pregnant.

"Why are you asking, Dean? Are you still in love with her?" he questioned skeptically. I grabbed his collar and glared at him.

"Sorry," he mumbled apologetically, and I let go of him. I walked away, heading into the mall, but his voice stopped me.

"What happened, Dean? I thought she was going to be your soulmate. Why did you reject her?" he asked, his words hanging in the air.

I didn't respond. Instead, I continued walking into the mall, hoping to distance myself from him. I couldn't understand why he was here, but I prayed I would never see his face again.

After some time spent shopping, I decided it was time to go home. As I stepped out of the mall, I saw Linda standing there, her eyes fixed on me. I wondered how she knew I was here. Without exchanging a word, I walked past her and headed towards my car.

"Is this how our love will end?" she whispered softly, her voice filled with sadness. I stopped and looked back at her, feeling a twinge of pity.

I opened the backseat door of my car and started organizing the items I had bought. Linda approached me, determined to address the situation. I walked over to her.

"I know I hurt you, Linda, and I'm truly sorry. But we're just not meant to be together. Please, don't hold onto thoughts of me anymore. I hope you find someone who truly deserves you," I expressed, a mix of regret and resignation in my voice.

As I turned to leave, she grabbed my hands and knelt down, capturing the attention of everyone around us.

"Do you hate me because of how I speak? I'm sorry. I promise to change. I dream of being the one person who will always stand by your side. Please, Dean, I love you."

She was crying uncontrollably, her tears streaming down as she looked down, overwhelmed by sadness. Deep within me, I felt an intense remorse for causing her such pain, yet I believed it was the necessary course of action.

Gently, I released her hands from mine and turned away, only to catch sight of another young woman who bore an astonishing resemblance to her.

"So, you're the Alpha who made my sister cry?" she uttered with a mix of anger and accusation. It suddenly dawned on me that Linda had mentioned having a sister.

As she circled around me, her gaze pierced through me, treating me as nothing more than an ordinary wolf.

"Listen, Alpha. No one harms my sister and escapes unscathed. You will pay for your actions, and you will live to regret ever crossing her path."

Approaching where Linda stood, she lifted her gently, wiping away the teardrops from her eyes.

"Leave him be, sister. He's not the right match for you."

With those words, she carried Linda towards a blue car parked nearby. Opening the door, she helped Linda inside. Before they drove away, Linda rolled down the car window and cast a lingering gaze upon me, whispering words that eluded my ears.

As their car vanished from sight, I remained rooted to the spot, attempting to fathom the bewildering turn of events that had just unfolded.

Just as I was about to make my way to my own car, Drake materialized before me, sporting a mischievous grin.

"Ah, I see you have a new Luna. I imagine she must be quite beautiful."

Seizing his shirt collar, I forcefully brought him closer, my voice resonating with a fierce growl.

"Sierra belongs to me, Drake. Don't you dare come near her."

A smirk played upon his face as he found himself sprawled on the ground, defeated. Without further delay, I climbed into my car and drove off, leaving him behind.