The Alpha's Unchosen Mate

The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and smoke, as artillery shells exploded in the distance. The sound of small arms fire echoed through the ruined cityscape. Injured werewolves, exhausted and covered in grime, huddle behind makeshift barricades. Mothers sat with their children, hands together praying to the moon goddess Selene for mercy.

The Lycans reached their last straw when their kind r*p*d advanced werewolves girls and dragged them out to work as slaves. Solis Fallon would not want his mate and child to grow up in a world as disgusting as what the Lycans had made it to be. He had rallied the others and now before them stood the great war between the two beings.

The rubble of what was once a bustling metropolis crunched under his foot. The soldiers nervously awaited their next orders. In the distance, a tank rumbled down the street, its heavy treads crushing the remains of a brick building. The war had raged on for months, with no end in sight.

While the war was ongoing, Solis had prepared ships and boats to transfer the werewolves to a place he had discovered far away from the lycans. Even with rage in his heart and anger in his eyes, he was scared. His emotions were like a raging sea. It had been weeks since the boat had been gone and he had yet to hear from his mate. He wanted to abandon everything and swim across the vast sea to make sure his unborn child and mate were safe.

But duty was above his emotions. He held a necklace close to his chest. It was the one his mate had given him before she left. It was silver shaped as two fingers stuck together with the word forever engraved into it.

Solis raised his head and looked at the scattered remains of the building. Each side, determined to come out on top, continued to pour resources into the conflict. The toll on the civilian population was devastating, with entire neighborhoods reduced to rubble and families torn apart by the violence. The soldiers on the ground, struggling to survive amid this chaos, could only wonder when, or if, the fighting would ever come to an end.

Solis instantly turned around to his men and said in an authoritative voice.

“Tonight we fight with all we got. Even though we won't win, we should not die. Because our family lies across the sea. Waiting for us to come back. Waiting for us to protect them. And what do we do?”

His question was met with utter silence. Solis squinted his eyes in annoyance. “I said what do we do?!” He shouted more aggressively.

This time he got a response.

“WE FIGHT!!”

“AND??!”

“WE TRY NOT TO DIE!!!”

The men and women got up, they were stronger, and their morale had risen. Solis turned to the weak mothers and old people who could not fight anymore. He knelt close to them and said

“You all would be safe soon. Remain here in the meantime. No movement out of the barricade, protect your children.”

The people responded with a nod.

With that, Solis stood up. His steps moved with aggressiveness and confidence. He was ready and willing to win. He hoped today would be the last day he step foot into the battlefield. His warriors followed him. Solis could see the Lycans had already shifted from upfront.

Solis took in a deep breath, his werewolf blood moved through his veins. Flowing to their source causing his muscles began to stretch and bulge, and bones crack and reshape as he grows larger and more powerful. Fur sprouts from his skin as he drops to all fours, his hands elongating into paws and his face contorting into a snout.

Solis's senses sharpen, he could smell and hear things his human body couldn't before. He felt the urge to run and hunt and rip the bodies of his enemies into pieces, his new form allowing him to move with incredible speed and agility. As the transformation completes, the werewolf stands on its hind legs, howling at the moon, announcing its arrival as a powerful predator.

His warriors took this as a sign and shapeshifted. The Lycans took note of this and they moved. Powerful bodies and legs hit the ground as they ran. Claws swiping at each other. Heads are being ripped off and dead bodies rolling on the blood-stained ground.

The werewolves were losing, the Lycans became more aggressive. More spiteful. Solis could feel their ego floating in the atmosphere. He could feel the way they were gloating at the fact that they were winning as he jammed his teeth into the neck of a Lycan.

But then everything changed.

At that moment, a landslide happened. It was uncontrollable as the two beings were separated from each other. The werewolves were swinged to the other side. Solis felt as if his feet were stuck to the ground. An earthquake of unprecedented magnitude struck the earth, causing the ground to shake and split apart. The seismic waves were so powerful that they caused a massive chasm to form, dividing the earth into two halves. The split was so clean and precise that it appeared as if the earth had been neatly sliced open. On one side of the divide, the landscape was jagged and uneven, with massive boulders and rubble scattered everywhere. This was where the Lycans stood.

On the other side, the ground was smoother but dotted with cracks and fissures that seemed to lead down into the depths of the earth. This was where the werewolves stood. People who were on either side of the split were stunned, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

It wasn't over until a huge boulder rose to demarcate the two lands. They could still see each other, and the hatred was still in the atmosphere but they knew that this was the work of their creator. They felt it in their heads.

The King of the Lycans looked at Solis one last time before he turned and left. His warriors left with him.

And that put an end to the long lasting war.

There was no winner but there was a great cost. The victory came at a heavy price for some of the werewolves, who had also suffered heavy losses.

Solis quickly ran as fast as he could howling as he did so. His people howled with him. Some followed him, while some remained to take care of the weak.

Solis ran as fast as he could towards the spot he knew his wife would be. He could feel the bond as he ran closer. He communicated with his men to tell them to stop the people who were going back to retrieve the others.

“Tell them the war is over. Tell them we are now safe. The moon goddess has not forgotten us” he said through the mind link.

As he got closer, he saw her. His mate. He morphed back into a human and rushed to hold her in his arms.

Safe at last…

But fate had other plans for this family.

In the middle of the field, under the warm sun of a bright afternoon. A girl with white hair sat on the lush green grass, her delicate form almost ethereal in the afternoon sunlight. Her hair, pure as snow, cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves, framing a face of delicate beauty. Her skin was pale as snow, smooth as silk, with high cheekbones and a small, upturned nose. Her eyes were large, almond-shaped and the color of pale blue ice, accentuated by long, dark lashes that fluttered as she gazed off into the distance.

Her slender fingers rested on a drawing book as she watched the other children play around in the school's playground.

She wore a simple white dress that suited her little chubby body. the fabric fluttering gently in the breeze. Her bare feet were tucked underneath her, the blades of grass tickling her toes. Everything about her seemed to exude effortless elegance and quiet confidence as if she were perfectly comfortable in her skin. It