The Last true Alpha

The Last true Alpha

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"As I wondered how I got here, why am I here? Did they find me ... no I must run , I don't want to be part of this world , I made a promise , no no no ooo 'Peter wake up !!! I am back, it was a dream .. so I thought , my world or the world I know now is about to change ... Come , and see the world of the werewolves, beast, witches and a lot more , their journey and stories that unfolds

The Last true Alpha Chapter 1 The Beginning

The town of Crystal Valley, which is on the outskirts of west London, is notorious for its cloudiness, which prevents you from having a clear view of the sky in the mornings. However, perhaps that is precisely why we love this place.

There is more mystery surrounding this place than we commoners are aware of, but we are powerless to act. You can't move around this small town without someone asking you how you're doing and what you're up to. Because of how small it is, everyone tries to pry into your affairs to find out what's going on. Despite how frustrating it is, we all eventually get the hang of it.

The town is also known for its abundance of forestry and natural resources. It is said that most wealthy men in the world would purchase their diamonds, gold, and crystals here; after all, the name speaks for itself. Another issue is that strange things keep happening to this town, and it's not just random things. People disappear for no specific reasons, and the sheriffs, well, they have nothing to say to us. There are also these strong families that maintain the town's stability; without their consent, no man is allowed to participate in the affairs of the town.

There are the Lordsons, who are regarded as the masters of high craftsmanship, the Bowers, The Bowers, who presently possess the status for exports and exchange, Riverline, who are the top makers of excellent wines and are well-known worldwide, and the Eastlanders, whose specific activities are unknown and with whom no one interacts as a result. The Rains, the final and most powerful family, essentially feed the town because they are partly royal. Crystal Valley is ruled by these five families.

You may be asking who I am; I am just a regular citizen of this noble town, obviously the storyteller.

The door is knocked repeatedly,

"Peter, Peter, you better get out of bed before I come in and knock some sense into your head, and stop with this stupid chat with yourself, and go to school, you are in your second year, you are finally a senior come on you don't want to be late; breakfast is downstairs hurry! a woman yelled. "Mother, please stop yelling, I can hear you without you screaming my name out. For the love of God, will this woman let me be? Ok, guys, that's all for now, see you soon.

"Who am I kidding, they're just some damn toys. I can't believe I've been talking to myself for how many years now" I sighed and dragged my ass downstairs. I have no friends, literally no one to call, and I'm in my senior year without any friends.

Peter, what's going on?" my mum yelled. "What is keeping you, Breakfast is ready, don't make me climb the stairs boy," my mother called out again. "I'm coming, you don't have to yell, I was already dressed for school Mum" I replied.

"I don't know what to do with you, come here," she said to me while my dad was sitting right in front of us. Father is the quiet one in the family. Allow me to introduce them and meet the one and only Mrs. Pepperman. She is a wonderful cook, and everyone in this town loves her cooking and she runs a small restaurant across the streets.

And here is my father, Mr. Pepperman, the contemplative monk, and Rose Pepperman, the princess of the house, who considers a year's difference in age to be a century. Rose stood up and said, "There you go again with this. I'm older than you, and there is nothing you can do to change that." If you want a fight, bring it on.

"Your poker face is the reason you don't have any friends because it scares everyone."

"I think you should check your height because you might be mistaken for the youngest", I retaliated. A tap on the table brought us back to life and we returned to our seats and ate quietly. It was already 8:00 am and we were late for school.

My sister and I attend the same high school, Crystal Valley high school; she is in her third year, and I am in my second year. At home, we often pretend to be friendly with each other, but at school, we are strangers. I am one of the outcasts and I don't quite understand what my sister meant about my face; in fact, I don't look like any of my parents.

Everyone knows, and sometimes people assume I was adopted but I care less about that. I am tall, my hair is brunette in color and my skin is fairly white, but my eyes are unusually green, it sometimes glows in the night and pretty much scare people, and I am guessing that is why I don't have friends.

The bus just passed by...

"Hey, hey!! wait for me, no, damn it, I heard giggling from the students on the bus from where I stood. "They always do this to me, and my sister never fails to humiliate me, and it kills me that I can't do anything about me and so I have to run.

I got to the school pretty much all sweaty and feeling hot, since I run almost 2km I assumed and I needed a break, so I didn't notice that the area was crowded with students and law enforcement. What was happening? It's only 9:45 in the morning, so what is going on, I became curious, "I need to ask someone, not my sister, where the hell is Rose?" I searched around.

Suddenly I heard people whispering, "Someone was found dead," "Someone was almost reaped into half," "What the hell?" I said to myself. I pushed my way through the crowd, moving forward, just like that. I turned to apologize when my head bump into something, it was hard as a rock, "Ouch."

Unfortunately, it was the hard shoulders of a stranger I had never seen before. When we looked at each other, I noticed that his eyes were glowing and blue. Who is he? Before I could say a word, he had vanished.

Where is he? I turned to look around, then I looked down and saw that I was close to the dead body. I screamed, and everyone turned to look at me. I fell on the ground, and I couldn't get up, then I shook my head trying to avoid the stares and pulled myself together I tried to leave but the crowd was heavy, I was looking around me to see an opening, then something in me said look up, and I did, and guess what, the stranger was up there standing on the roof of our school building looking down on us, but what was more surprising was the fact that I could see him from where I was standing.

What the hell? Who is this man? Is he connected to this case? What made me more suspicious was the smirk on his face as he vanished.

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