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“Who ever heard of a weak Alpha?” It’s a question that echoes through my thoughts, louder than any pack’s howls or whispers. I’m Alex, the Alpha in name only. My father’s legacy looms over me like a thunderstorm that never breaks. While the world around me demands strength, my perceived weakness is a permanent stain I can't wash away.

But everything shifted the day Sara walked into my life.

Sara isn’t just fierce; she's a storm wrapped in confidence and fire from a neighboring pack. Our meeting was electric, a collision of destinies as if the universe had been waiting for this moment. From the start, I knew there was something profound between us—a connection that transcended mere chance. 

Now, our worlds are tangled in a prophecy that speaks of an impending catastrophe, one that threatens to unravel everything we know. Sara’s challenge is not just to survive but to force me to confront the hidden depths of my own strength. Together, we must overcome not only the doubts within me but also rally our divided packs against a shadowy enemy whose dark schemes could spell doom for us all.

Will Alex rise above his perceived weakness and lead his pack to glory, or will the prophecy's dark promise come to pass?

Mated To The Weak Alpha

The night air was thick with tension. The pack had fortified their defenses, setting traps and reinforcing barriers. The sense of calm that had settled over them was gone, replaced by a palpable anticipation. They knew that Morgath's forces were coming, and they had to be ready.

Alex stood at the edge of the den, his eyes scanning the forest. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the treetops. He could hear the soft rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, but nothing else. It was too quiet.

"Any movement?" Ethan's voice broke the silence.

"Not yet," Alex replied, his gaze never leaving the treeline. "But they're out there. I can feel it."

Ethan nodded, his expression serious. "We'll be ready."

Alex turned to face his pack, his heart swelling with pride. They were strong, united, and they would face whatever came next. "Everyone, stay sharp. We don't know when they'll strike, but we have to be prepared."

Chapter 30: The Battle Begins