Beware of the Alpha

rative that your mate be a Lycan," the mother spoke with a tinge of sorrow lacing he

h that I have taken, no matter the cost," she warned, her words carrying a weighty emphasis. The mother seeme

ing her utterly speechless. She offered a silent nod, her voice seemingly lost in the m

by some cruel twist of fate, her mother's days were also numbered, drawing ever closer to their inevitable end. S

s essential that you prioritize your own well-being above all else. It is advised to take a lycan as your life mate if you want an easy and comfortable existence,"

ecision to choose a human father over a lycan, a being of superior strength and power, for their family. T

h you to refrain from uttering such words." The young girl's voice was filled with despera

her, her voice trembling with urgency. The grip of solitude's fear was tight a

motion, her countenance betraying a feeling of disillusionment. Her lips parted, an

er mother's voice was soft and reassuring, even as defeat loomed over them. "I have faith in your ability to handle any situation," she said, her smile kind

ealized that not even a glimmer of happiness could be summoned within her. The hu

ple who were all too eager to pass judgement and engage in frivolous gossip about her. She found herself

ne that could bring about dire consequences. The mere act of locking eyes with him was enough to incur his wrath, a force to b

t look back." Verity's mother's voice trembled with fear as she warned her

s a lycan, with no empathy for humans. He preys on the innocent and shows no mercy." Verity could feel

elicate movement, she unfurled her fingers, revealing a telltale mark of deep red. It was a

et out a mournful cry. She hastily caressed her mother's han

her mother could hear her from beyond the veil. The mother's delicate touch came to a ha

issive manner. The wise words of Mama were always at the forefront of their mind. "

mbled as she clasped her daughter's shoulders, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please," she pleaded, her vo

ne, the girl replie

d in a gentle smile as she listened intently to the young girl's response. With a tender tou

r lips against the child's rosy cheeks and soft f

the ceiling. The plaster above was pockmarked with a constellation of holes, each one a testament to th

en leaves and the promise of change. A small smile graced her lips, a subtle expressio

for herself, and though it was bitter

ce through the night. They grew in intensity, reaching a crescendo that echoed through the empty streets. The sound was haunting, as if it was coming from a place b

devotion. She refused to leave her mother's bedside, even for a moment, as if her very presence could somehow heal the w

, of happy memories and moments of laughter. And through it all, Verity re

loved mother farewell. She approached the task with a q