Gifted With Two Wolves: Fated To Two Rival Kingdoms

Reader's Discretion: There will be some sexual activities in some upcoming chapters. Please if you don't like such, I kindly advise you stay away.

Prologue

Luna Odessa

“Push luna! Yes, the baby is coming” Reika, my trusted omega and midwife's voice barely reached me through the haze of pain as I travailed to bring my babies into the world that forbids them.

Yes, twins were forbidden in the Blackthorn pack, and as Luna and their mother, I had to secretly birth them.

“mmmmmmm,” I muffled as another wave of pain tore through me. I bit down on the folded piece of cloth that was lodged between my teeth. I was trying so hard to bear the pain.

“You are almost there Luna, you can do this” Reika whispered as her hands steadied my trembling knees. “Just one more push.”

My grip on the rough blanket beneath me tightened. My sweat-soaked hair was plastered to my face. I shut my eyes as another wave of contraction shot through me. And with all the strength in me, I pushed.

My body trembled as the first sharp cries of my child filled the confined space. My body sagged with relief.

“It's a girl,” Reika whispered with a smile as she wrapped the baby with a soft cloth and placed her beside me.“She's strong and healthy.”

But before I could admire her, another wave of contraction hit me strongly. My second child was coming. I clenched my teeth and pushed. But this time, something felt wrong. The agony dragged on, my body trembling as I forced the child into the world.

And then, silence.

Reika’s face paled as she held the second baby in her arms, rubbing her tiny back in hopes of strengthening her.

“She’s alive,” she murmured, “but weak”.

A strange coldness settled over me. My exhausted eyes moved between them.

The first child was crying beside me, full of life. The second child was small and quiet. My heart pounded as the prophecy I had received months ago echoed in my mind:

"You will birth twins, one unlike any wolf the kingdoms have ever seen—strong, powerful, destined to unite three packs. The other will be ordinary, weak.”

​I reached out and brushed my fingers over the first twin’s cheek. "Mira," I named her. Then, my gaze shifted to the frail child in Reika’s arms. A flicker of hesitation crossed my face, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “Take the other child away.”

Reika looked up sharply. "The other?"

​I sat up, the exhaustion from childbirth forgotten as I proceeded to wrap Mira in furs. "You must take her away, Reika, far from the Blackthorn pack. You can raise her as your own. But no one from this pack must ever know that she was born here."

Reika’s eyes widened as she caught her breath . "Luna, she is still your—"

"My daughter, yes," I cut her off with a determined tone. "But she is not the one the prophecy spoke of. The Moon goddess has helped me decide from their birth. Mira is the child who will unite the packs. She is the future, so she will stay with me and I will raise her myself to walk in line with her destiny. But as for her…" I swallowed, my voice trailed at what I wanted to say next, "She is nothing more than an ordinary wolf. She cannot stay here.”

I saw the hesitation in Reika's posture. “You must leave now. If the pack finds out I had twins, they will kill them both. Do you want that?”

​Reika clutched the baby to her chest, her heart aching. "At least…name her.” She pleaded. A flicker of something—perhaps guilt or regret—passed through me. But I crushed it before it could take root.

I turned my head away. “Kira.” I said to her at last.

​Reika held back tears as she pressed a soft kiss to Kira’s tiny forehead. "I will protect her," she whispered, her voice filled with strong emotions.

“She has no place here, she should never return.” I reminded, turning my back without another glance at Kira, my tone final.

My attention returned to Mira, the daughter I had chosen. She was the future of the Blackthorn pack.

***

Reika stepped away, disappearing into the dark with Kira in her arms.

​Two sisters, bound by blood but torn apart by fate. One chosen, the other abandoned.

But fate had its own plans, ones that even Luna Odessa could not control.

That same fate had a way of turning even the strongest decisions into the greatest regrets.

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Chapter 1: Alpha Asher's POV

“Ahhh…Al-alpha…please, take it easy” the female omega pleaded, her breath labored, her p*ssy tightening as she struggled to take my full c*ck.

I ignored her pleas as I thrust deeper and faster, pulling her brown hair so her back was arched towards me and her *ss was more revealed.

I smirked as her legs trembled, I drove into her with force, excited as she cried out. Sweat was running through her back, her hair messy from my strong grip.

My grip tightened around her waist as I continued to pound into her, rough and merciless, enjoying her cry. It made me grow harder.

Omegas existed for one purpose, and that was to serve. They were nothing to me.

“Please Alpha, you're hurting me” she screamed out as my grip tightened on her hair.

Her cries were getting annoying but I wasn't ready to stop. I'm her Alpha, she should serve me to my satisfaction.

“Alpha” My beta William called through the mind link.

“Yes?” I answered, my voice hoarse, I didn't pause as I continued thrusting into omega below me.

William hesitated.

“We leave for the Blackthorn pack in twenty minutes.”

I knew from the hesitation in his voice that he could hear what's happening right now—the sharp slap of skin against skin and the muffled sound from the omega.

Williams should have cut the link, but he knew better than to do so without permission.

I smirked, not slowing down. “How long until we reach their territory?” I asked

“If we leave now, by sundown.”

The omega beneath me whimpered as I slammed into her one final time, but I had no intention of finishing inside her. No omega slave was worth that honor. I pulled out, letting my release spill onto the cold floor beneath us.

“Lick it up,” I commanded.

She knew better than to hesitate. She quickly dropped to her knees as she bent over my spilled c*m, licking it to the last drop.

I stared at her with detached amusement as my attention went back to William.

“I will be with you shortly” with that, I ended the mindlink turning to face the omega.

“Scram!” I said coldly, she scurried away without a word.

I walked to my wardrobe and yanked it open, searching for the right outfit to take along.

Tomorrow is the Werewolves mating ceremony and also my betrothal to Luna Odessa's daughter. Luckily she might turn out to be my mate. I have been searching for my mate since I turned 16 but all to no avail. I had already given up on the mate bond. If the moon goddess deemed it fit not to bless me with a strong, powerful mate, then I can as well, choose who would be my Luna. And besides, my Luna can't just be any female, she must be strong and brutal, matching me in every way and that's the perfect picture of Luna Odessa's daughter.

When Luna Odessa asked me if I’d love to take her daughter as my Luna. I had agreed, there was no way I could continue without a Luna for my pack. Taking her as my chosen mate would solidify our relationship with the Blackthorn pack.

I quickly picked up a few stuff as I shut the wardrobe storming out. I headed towards the carriage, passing through the pack house and instantly I froze mid-step.

I could hear a soft female voice crying out for help. The voice immediately made my wolf—Ragnar to stir within me, goosebumps appeared on my skin and without hesitation, I ran towards the voice. The closer I got, the louder and clearer the voice. Ragnar was at the edge of shifting and I could feel my pace increase.

“Please stop, get away from me. No, don't touch me. I have been keeping myself for my mate.” she screamed as her slender figure came into view.

One of my warriors was on top of a girl, her dress torn, her face streaked with tears.

Two other men stood nearby, belts unbuckled, waiting to take their turn.

My vision went red. A loud growl escaped my lips before I could stop it. I lunged forward, grabbing the b*st*rd by the throat and yanking him off her.

He gasped, clawing at my hand, eyes wide with shock.

The other men froze.

They had done this before—countless times—but never for once had I interfered.

“Alpha?” one of them stammered. I ignored him, tightening my grip. The warrior choked, his face turning purple. My wolf was howling for blood, demanding I tear him apart.

A voice pulled me back. “Alpha, he’s going to die,” someone whispered.

I let go. The warrior collapsed to the ground, coughing and gasping for air.

“Get out!” I snarled, my voice deadly. “All of you!”

They ran out like cowards. I ran my hands through my hair wondering why I had lost control and almost hurt one of my trusted warriors.

My attention was drawn back to the lady as she whimpered and moved backwards from fear. She was curled up on the ground, her dress barely covering her trembling body which was bruised from the attempts by my warriors.

I got closer and knelt before her on one knee, she immediately tensed, holding her breath. I held her chin, prompting her to look at me. She slowly raised her gaze and met mine.

My breath caught in my throat as those forest-green eyes stared at me. To say she was beautiful was an understatement, she was more than stunning. Her features were so delicate, her skin soft and golden.

My eyes traveled down her shoulder where her chestnut brown hair cascaded over, hiding the skin that was exposed by her torn dress. Unconsciously, my hands moved to brush her hair away, she gasped and withdrew.

As she shifted, the torn fabric of her dress slipped, exposing the curve of her breast. She quickly raised her hands to cover her breast and then I saw it.

The mark on her wrist—the branding that indicated her status.

An omega slave.

Ragnar almost went mad, pushing to be let out, my eyes darkened as I heard him say the one word I didn't want to hear now.

‘Mate.’

I clenched my fists.

No.

This couldn’t be happening.

My stomach twisted in rage. The Moon Goddess had cursed me. Of all the strong, powerful she-wolves in the world, she had given me this—an omega. I gritted my teeth in disgust.

The girl was staring at me with wide, fearful eyes, her lips trembling. She didn’t know. She didn’t have her wolf yet, which meant she couldn’t sense the bond between us. Good.

I quickly turned to one of my guards standing at a distance, my voice cold. “Throw this trash out of the pack. She is banished. I never want to see her again.”

Her eyes widened in horror. “I—I didn’t do anything, she cried out, her voice breaking. “No! Please! I don’t have anywhere to go! I swear I did nothing wrong!” Her cries fell on deaf ears as the guards grabbed her, dragging her away.

And then it dawned on me. I had rejected my mate even before she realized she was mine.

At the back of my mind, Ragnar whined in agony at the sight of his mate in so much pain as she was being dragged out.

“You hurt our mate. You b*st*rd!”

I ignored him turning away, my jaw clenched. It’s probably for the best. She was weak. Worthless. A burden I refused to carry.

But deep inside me, I felt something close to regret. I turned my back and walked away.

Pretending I didn’t care.

Chapter 2: Kira's POV

It's now a common thing in the Nightfall pack for the higher ranks to do to the omegas as they please.

The Alpha inclusive.

And unfortunately for me today, I became their target.

I gasped for air as my body trembled in my futile attempt to push this strong massive warrior off me. His weight was suffocating, his two hands pinned me down easily beneath him. I was petrified as I wondered if this was how I would lose my virginity in the most cruel way possible.

“No! Please! Don’t do this! I’ve been saving myself for my mate!” I begged, my voice raw with terror. But all I got in response was laughter.

The two other men standing nearby smirked as they loosened their belts, preparing to take their turn.

My stomach twisted in fear.

“Your mate?!” the man pinning me sneered. “What mate would want a worthless omega like you?! You should be thankful we find you attractive enough to please us” The two other men laughed