

The Alpha Who Wanted Me Dead
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Regina was only five when she lost everything-her family, her pack, and her freedom-becoming nothing more than a slave in the ruthless Crimson Fang Pack. But survival has made her strong, and when the Alpha's son, Marco, secretly offers her kindness, a forbidden bond begins to form. Until Marco is forced to leave, and Regina is left to fend for herself under the cruel rule of Alpha Sirus. Years later, Marco returns-not as the boy she once knew, but as a hardened warrior ready to reclaim his birthright... and her. But Regina is no longer the helpless girl he left behind, and another wolf has already vowed to make her his. Torn between loyalty, love, and destiny, Regina must decide-belongs to the mate who abandoned her, or the one who stayed. But in a world where she's nothing but a servant, does she even have a choice?
Chapter 1
Apr 2, 2025
The air smelled of death.
Regina was only five years old when her world burned.
The Silvercrest Pack had once been a kingdom of warriors, a noble bloodline of Alphas who ruled not through fear, but through honor. But honor was no shield against war.
Their village was in ruins. Flames crawled up the wooden cottages, their light flickering against the snow-covered earth. Bodies littered the ground—warriors, mothers, sons—lifeless and torn apart. The air was thick with the iron scent of blood, the acrid smoke of burning wood curling in the wind.
Hidden beneath the twisted roots of an ancient oak, Regina and her mother watched in silence.
Her mother's arms were wrapped around her, a tight, unrelenting hold that crushed Regina against her chest. She could feel her mother trembling, feel the way her sharp breaths made her ribs rise and fall too quickly. The moment she had carried Regina into the woods, she had shifted back into her human form—silver hair tangled, face streaked with soot and blood.
Regina wasn't sure if the blood was hers or someone else's.
Beyond the tree line, the battle raged on. And there, standing amidst the carnage, was her father.
Alpha Castor fought with the rage of a beast that refused to die. His silver fur gleamed under the burning sky, his claws stained with the blood of the enemy. Warriors lunged at him, but he cut them down, one after another, a storm of fangs and fury.
For a moment, Regina thought he could win.
Then the black wolf appeared.
Alpha Sirus.
He moved through the blood-drenched snow like a shadow, a towering mass of darkness with eyes that glowed like molten gold. He was faster than the others, more ruthless. He lunged at Castor, fangs bared, and their bodies collided with a force that cracked the ice beneath them.
Her father fought back. He twisted, teeth snapping, claws striking flesh. They tumbled through the snow in a violent clash, their growls shaking the trees. But Sirus was stronger.
The moment came fast—too fast.
Sirus feinted left, then struck right. His massive jaws locked around Castor's throat, and in one brutal motion, he tore through flesh and bone.
Regina didn't understand at first. She just saw her father fall. Saw the blood spilling over the snow, thick and dark. Saw the way his body convulsed once—then went still.
Her mother muffled her scream, clutching Regina so tightly that it hurt.
Tears burned behind Regina's eyes, but she didn't make a sound. She couldn't.
Alpha Sirus shifted back into his human form, his breath visible in the cold. His dark hair was damp with sweat, his chest rising and falling, but his expression remained indifferent. He rolled his shoulders as if shaking off a mild inconvenience, then turned his gaze toward the battlefield.
His golden eyes narrowed.
"Find the Luna and the pup."
Regina's mother's grip on her tightened—so tight, it felt like her bones might snap.
They had to move.
Slowly, carefully, she pulled Regina away from their hiding place.
The ancient oak had kept them hidden beneath its massive, twisted roots, the damp earth pressing against their backs, but it would not protect them much longer. Warriors were already spreading out, their heavy boots crunching against the snow, their breath visible in the frigid air.
Her mother took a careful step backward, then another.
Regina followed, her small feet sinking into the icy ground. Every movement had to be silent, every breath shallow. The warriors were close—too close.
A gust of wind rustled the branches above. A single pinecone fell from the tree, landing with a soft thud in the snow.
The nearest warrior's head snapped toward them.
Her mother didn't hesitate.
She bent low, whispering against Regina's ear, so softly it could have been the wind.
"Run."
Regina barely had time to react before her mother shoved her forward.
"Go! Now!"
The moment they broke into the open, the pack saw them.
A chorus of howls erupted. Shadows moved between the trees, fast and relentless. Footsteps pounded behind them, closing in.
"Don't stop!" her mother gasped, pushing her forward. "Keep running, Regina! No matter what, keep running!"
Regina ran.
Her legs burned, her tiny feet slipping on ice, but she didn't dare slow down. Arrows flew past them, whistling through the cold air.
One sliced through the edge of her mother's sleeve. Another buried itself in the trunk of a tree just inches from Regina's shoulder.
The warriors were too fast. Too close.
Then—her mother made a sound Regina had never heard before.
A sharp, strangled gasp.
Regina turned just as her mother jerked backward. An arrow had struck her between the shoulder blades. The force of it sent her stumbling, her hands clawing at the wound.
Regina skidded to a stop. "Mama!"
Her mother collapsed to her knees. A thin stream of blood trickled from the corner of her lips, her silver hair falling over her face. Then, through the pain, her eyes found Regina's, and she still smiled.
"R-run, Regina… Do not look back."
Her voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the chaos, through the roaring of warriors, through the howl of the wind.
Regina's feet refused to move.
A warrior was closing in behind her mother, sword drawn.
Her mother forced her hands into the snow, trembling, struggling to stand. She would not let them see her fall.
"Run," she breathed again. "Survive...for us!"
Regina choked back a sob.
Then—she turned and ran.
***
She didn't know how far she ran. She didn't know how long. By the time she collapsed, her legs were numb and her throat was raw. The trees were different here, the scent of smoke and blood fading. The snow was untouched and the night was quiet. But she was not alone.
A shadow loomed over her, blocking the moonlight. Her body trembled as she forced herself to look up. A pair of golden eyes stared back at her.
Alpha Sirus.
He crouched down, tilting his head as he studied her. His lips curled into a smirk.
"Hello little pup," he mused.
"She's nothing. We should kill her Alpha," a warrior scoffed.
Regina clenched her fists. She was not nothing.
Sirus's fingers brushed her cheek, deceptively gentle, before locking around her jaw.
"A dead heir is useless," he murmured.
Then his grip tightened.
"A broken one serves a purpose."
And that was the moment Regina's fate was sealed.
The last heir of the Silvercrest Pack became a slave.

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