The Alphas Willing Slave by Syrena Clayton

Azara.

My name is Azara Storm, the daughter of the notorious and most wanted Alpha, Logan Storm.

Like my mother and pack members, I am a Fire Opal wolf.

In the time of the old, a mysterious new species of werewolf emerged.

Rumoured that the immortal beings possessed extraordinary abilities, they were haunted to the ends of the earth ruthlessly.

Fearing extinction and forceful capture of their powers, the Opal wolves vanished into the shadows, forever living in isolation.

700 years passed since their mysterious disappearance– to some, they were extinct, to others, they were bedtime stories told to frighten kids, to some they were legends. Only a few knew they were real and still existed.

We are that legendary wolf rumoured throughout the world. We are rare, that makes us incredibly special and because of our powers, we've been haunted for centuries.

The highest mountains are our refuge, where we live in isolation and hide from the rest of the world so we won't go extinct.

A shrill of excitement flushed through my spine as I glanced at the calendar. Tomorrow, I will turn 18. This milestone would stir a major change in my life; I would finally get my wolf and I would find my mate.

The marvelous experience of getting my wolf and my mate was the only thing that resonated in my head for weeks.

All my life, I've longed for a lifelong inseparable bond between my wolf and me and the divine companionship that existed between mates, just like my mother and stepfather.

But to possess a wolf to be able to recognize your mate's unique scent, one must undergo a process called 'shifting'. My mother explained how exhausting and extremely painful it could be, but the pain would subside the more you shift.

The thought of this experience caused a burst of excitement in me, but it also left me with a twinge of nervousness.

The swinging and slamming of the door pulled me from my reverie. A soft smile played on my face as my eyes rested on a familiar masculine figure that strode into my room. His dominating, yet friendly aura clinging to him like a second skin.

"You should sleep; you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow," My stepfather, Alpha Hunter, said, breaking the silence as he walked towards my bed, stopping a few inches away from me.

His wide smile faded as he read the expression on my face.

"Still nervous about your finding your mate and getting your wolf?" he asked softly, his large brown eyes digging into my anxious ones as my small fingers slid into his large palms.

I nodded weakly, swallowing the lump in my throat as anxiety took over me.

"What if I don't have my wolf? I would be turned into a laughing stock. I would be weak, unable to shift, worthless than an Omega." My voice trembled as fear crept into the depths of my soul, causing me to panic.

"What if I have my wolf but I don't find my mate? I would live the rest of my life miserably lonely..."

The feeling of his large finger against my lips hushed me.

"None of such would happen, you don't have to worry. Also, your mother and I would be there to help distract you from the pain as you shift. Go to bed," he whispered in the most comforting voice that made me forget my anxiety.

"Thanks," I mouthed, watching him leave with a small tugging at my lips.

Alpha Hunter was the father I never had. He is a Fire Opal wolf and he is the leader of the pack. During his leisure, we spend quality moments creating memories, sharing stories, chatting and training.

According to the rules of the pack, every Opal wolf must possess a great fighting skill for self-defense in case faced with Opal wolf hunters.

Alpha Hunter loved me like his own child and there was never a dull moment around him. He loved my mother to a fault and vowed never to hurt or neglect us the way my father did.