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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 clearing was eerily silent, the calm after the storm. The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and the lingering tension that had yet to fully dissipate. Alex stood in the center of it all, his body aching from the exertion of battle, his mind racing with the weight of what had just transpired.

Around him, the pack was tending to the wounded, their faces etched with exhaustion and grief. The battle had been won, but at a steep cost. Wolves lay scattered across the clearing, some dead, others clinging to life by a thread. The sight of his fallen pack members sent a fresh wave of anger coursing through Alex, a reminder of the devastation The Shadow had wrought.

Sara was at his side, her hand resting gently on his arm. She had a cut on her forehead, blood trickling down the side of her face, but she barely seemed to notice it. Her eyes were locked on his, filled with concern.

Chapter 94: The Aftermath