Chosen By The Alpha

Abby Collins stood aside, a little in the shade of the tall trees that lined the pack's training ground. She observed, in silence, Callan Meison, Alpha son, the one she admired and loved for so long in secret. Her gaze was unable to tear herself away from him, despite the pain that this scene aroused in her. He was there, smiling, bursting with charisma, with Susan Randall by his side. Susan, the wolf with the perfect body and generous curves, who never missed an opportunity to show off her beauty in front of everyone, and especially, under that of Callan.

Abby knew she wasn't like Susan. She was thin, slender, with a discreet silhouette, far from the shapes that most of the males in the pack seemed to prefer. This difference was eating away at her. Every day she compared herself to the other wolves, to their appearance, to their confident laughter, to the way they attracted attention. But in this moment, it was as if she could no longer bear this feeling of inferiority. She wanted, for once, to feel the warmth of a look of admiration, especially Callan's.

As she tried to look away, Susan burst out laughing, a clear, mocking sound that struck Abby like a dagger. She knew that this laugh was not innocent. Susan knew she was watching and taking advantage. Looking down, Abby heard malicious whispers coming from the group where Susan was standing.

"Honestly, I don't understand why she's still here, drooling over our Alpha," Susan whispered, loud enough for Abby to hear. "With this body, she'd be better off blending into the forest, instead of hoping for things that will never happen to her." »

Abby's heart tightened, and a bitter burn spread through her chest. She bit her lip to contain the tears that threatened to well up. She knew that responding would only make things worse. Susan loved to provoke her and see her reactions. Abby wanted to show that she was strong, that she wasn't affected by these remarks, but the truth was that they hurt her terribly.

She twists her claws, unable to bear this humiliation any longer. She walks quickly, through the woods to find a place where she could breathe, where she could be alone with her thoughts. The forest was dense and calm, providing refuge for tormented souls like his. She sat down on a tree stump, bowed her head and finally let a few tears slide down her cheeks.

"Why... Why am I not like her? » she whispered to herself, her voice breaking.

Abby thought back to the many moments she spent watching Callan from afar, hoping for a sign, a smile, a look, anything that would make him feel like he existed in his eyes. But he never noticed it. To him she was just a shadow, a simple member of the pack among many others. And yet, she knew that deep down, she wanted to be seen, she wanted him to know who she was. She wanted him to consider her.

Anger rose within her, mingling with her grief. She was tired of being this shy, withdrawn, ignored girl. Why should she continue to endure this feeling of invisibility? Maybe something needed to change. Maybe she had to become someone else for him to finally see her. An idea began to form in his mind. A crazy idea, maybe even dangerous, but at that moment, she didn't care about the consequences.

Remembering the ancient legends she had heard as a child, she recalled a myth that spoke of pacts with dark entities, powerful beings who could grant wishes in exchange for something valuable. These stories, while terrifying, promised immeasurable power to those who dared to summon these creatures.

An inner voice, soft but firm, reminded her to be careful.

"Are you serious, Abby? Have you really considered such a thing just for a man's attention? »

But the pain of indifference, of mockery, of crushing loneliness... all of this seemed more unbearable than the risk. She clenched her fists, feeling a determination she had never known.

She whispered, as if to give herself courage, "If that's what it takes to get him to notice me, then... I will." »