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Alistrine and Orion couldn’t be more different if they tried. Orion lives the luxurious life of an Alpha, never needing for anything, while Alistrine struggles to survive in a world that deems her unworthy of life. It isn’t until fate brings them together, that they realize they’re both destined for something much greater than themselves. Will passion win or will darkness envelop them forever?

Age Rating: 16+


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Alistrine and Orion couldn’t be more different if they tried. Orion lives the luxurious life of an Alpha, never needing for anything, while Alistrine struggles to survive in a world that deems her unworthy of life. It isn’t until fate brings them together, that they realize they’re both destined for something much greater than themselves. Will passion win or will darkness envelop them forever?

Age Rating: 16+

Original Author: ElegantArtist

I crouched low to the ground, the wisps of grass tickling the underside of my neck and underbelly. I was in wolf form, my ears flat against my head and my tail postured parallel to the ground; hunting.

The scent of my target wafted into my nose, alerting my senses as I advanced. It was an injured doe, abandoned by her herd because of her disabilities.

My human side ached for her, but my primal side urged me to feed my companions.

It was known to most that rogues travelled alone, they were, after all, branded the lone wolf. But I'd acquired some followers to accompany me, their wolves willing to have me as their Alpha if it meant they could be protected.

The wind picked up, changing direction and blowing westward, towards the setting sun. The forest had a golden glow to it, the leaves of the autumn decorating the floor with its art.

I twitched, shaking the distracting thoughts from my mind and instead watching the doe as she struggled to stand, small grunts of effort coming from her mouth. I had to act now, so in one swift move, I lept, charging at her and sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her hind legs.

She sprung up with adrenaline as metallic tasting liquid filled my mouth, bucking her legs in an attempt to shake me off. Her efforts were futile though, as I latched on harder, shaking my head back and forth; trying to inflict as much damage as I could.

I pulled back my head roughly, dislocating her hip and causing her to collapse onto the grass. My wolf thumped her tail onto the grass in pride, clamping her teeth into the doe's neck to silence her pleas.

The darkness provided a blanket for my actions, and I followed the moonlight with my eyes, amused at the fact the sliver of light danced with the grass as if it were an old friend.

The wind slowed down as I dragged the doe in the direction of the camp as if to congratulate me for my kill; sparing me it's cold.

Still, though, my wolf and I were grateful for the now calm weather, my body was still tired from running here and the doe was stronger than expected. Grunting with effort, I began to pick up the scent of my companions, their familiar aroma driving me on.

My efforts were rewarded as they came into view, the youngest of them spotting me immediately.

“She's back, Alastrine's back!”

The young child sprung up from his spot on the grass, running over to me and wrapping his arms around my front legs. Our ancestors had grown to be larger than the average wolf, towering the same height as the average man when on all fours.

He ran his hand through the dark fur on my front legs, the brown colour fading as it got closer to my paws. My wolf purred, appreciating the action, and I nudged the boy with my nose as the others came into view.

The eldest, one of my closest friends, stepped forward to greet me the old way; cheek to cheek, taking my scent in as we've always done. She glanced behind me to the doe, her eyes shining with relief that we'd have something to eat.

The young boy let go of me, wanting to get a closer look at the doe, but its legs were mauled and it's neck bloodied and bruised and I knew he'd get upset at the sight.

I growled at him, my head obstructing his view as I nudged him back, away from the doe. His eyebrows knitted together in a frown as he allowed me to push him back, still craning his neck to try and see.

“Marcos, do as the Alpha tells you to,” the elder lady, Keiko, told him.

Keiko held Japanese lineage, with her slightly tanned skin and straight black hair, similar to her wolf's fur. She'd been on the run from a previous Alpha until I found her one day.

Marcos reluctantly turned away, and I sent a thankful look to Keiko who smiled and ushered me away to shift back. I picked up my clothes from her, clamping them in my mouth and ducking behind a cluster of bushes and trees.

My bones cracked and changed, my body shedding fur for skin, my snout for a nose and my paws for hands and feet. Soon, the dull pain of the shift simmered down and I was left bare on the grass, quickly slipping on the clothes that Keiko gave me.

The sweet smell of deer wafted into my nose and I grinned, knowing Keiko had started to prepare the one I'd hunted. Our wolves had adapted our bodies to handle any type of raw meat, but Marcos was young and wouldn't like the taste.

I walked back towards the camp, images of me eating the deer causing a grin to erupt onto my face. Over the years I'd grown accustomed to eating deer, as sometimes it would be the only thing we could hunt.

“Alastrine,” Marcos shouted, waving me over with his hand.

I smiled at the six-year-old as he ran towards me, his dark skin shining with happiness in the moonlight. As a baby, Marcos was abandoned by his father, who was a rogue. I'd found him shortly after I'd been with Keiko, and we both fell in love with him instantly.

“Keiko says we have to wait for Alistair to get back from his hunt,” Marcos whined, giving me his best sad eyes.

I laughed, picking him up and wrapping my arms around his small body, he giggled and chatted on as we walked towards the crackling fire, our stomachs rumbling; all set to enjoy the feast before us.

Marcos slid down my legs, tottering over to Keiko and sitting down beside her as she finished up cooking the deer. Keiko mumbled something about 'not getting too close', and poked the deer with a stray stick.

Marcos hummed quietly, watching me with his big brown eyes as I gathered up sticks and twigs for the nightly fire. Out here the nights were cold and bitter, we'd have to stock up on wood so the fire would burn bright and get up alternatively to restart it, even if only Alistair and I did it.

Marcos suddenly stopped humming, squinting his eyes to peer at something behind me. I already knew who it was, as their scent had wafted towards me as the wind changed direction.

“Alistair, you're back.” Keiko smiled, greeting him.

I smiled as Alistair made eye contact with me, his silver eyes causing the moon to reflect off of them beautifully.

He's not our mate.

I ignored my wolf, padding over to greet him with a hug. Normally unmarked females weren't allowed to touch other males, but we'd dismissed the rule as an indication of our trust for each other.

Alistair's intoxicating scent rushed into my nose as he held me in his embrace, but my wolf seemed to be on edge as we did this, her angry growls causing me to pull away from him.

He's not our mate.

She repeated that same line in my head, anger oozing out of her. Alistair brushed past me, indulging in a conversation about trees with Marcos as I finished up the deer.

My eyes flickered up a few times to watch Alistair, who caught my eye a few times as well. He winked, mock saluting me while Marcos rode on his back.

Alistair's mate had rejected him for their Alpha, who'd already taken the virtue of all the other females in their pack. He'd been heartbroken and couldn't stand the thought of seeing her every day, so he'd cut all the ties to the pack and left, choosing to live his life as a rogue.

I sighed, leaning my head on the tree I was sitting under. The deer had long since finished cooking, and now Keiko was sharing the pieces out, with mine the biggest.

Alistair put my food by my feet, sitting beside me and looking down at me with his silver eyes. My heart thumped in my chest as he smiled, nudging me slightly with his elbow.

“What's got you so quiet?” he asked, putting a piece of the food in his mouth.

I shrugged, staring ahead and leaning my head onto his broad shoulders. It was the hour, with the moon at its peak and the sky it's darkest.

“My wolf,” I muttered, picking up the deer and taking a bite out of it.

Alistair chuckled, apparently finding my argument with my wolf amusing.

“You and your wolf are one, having an argument with her is like arguing with yourself,” he said.

I laughed softly at his answer, leaning onto his shoulder and watching the stars twinkle above us.

Alistair shifted his arm, wrapping them around my waist and pulling me closer to him. My heart fluttered at this action, but my wolf paced restlessly in my head.

He's not our mate.

I brushed off her comment, burying myself deeper into Alistair's chest and breathing in his scent.

My eyes slowly fluttered closed and I could only hum responses to Alistair's questions. Soon, I drifted off into sleep, barely noticing when Alistair leaned down and planted an amatory kiss to my lips.


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Shouts and cries pierced the barrier between slumber and consciousness and I jolted awake suddenly, my senses alert.

Alistair, Marcos and Keiko were nowhere to be seen, but evidence of struggling caused me to jump up and run in the direction of the noise.

The scent of unfamiliar wolves wafted into my nose, the smell putting my wolf on edge. It caused a spark of fear to shiver through me, the feeling igniting something feral in my wolf.

“We mean no harm, just let us go.”

Alistair's voice broke the sound of silence, and I summoned my wolf's speed, sprinting towards it.

Keiko and Marcos were being held roughly by someone, their shouts and cries sending a pang of anger to my heart. But Alistair, Alistair was being beaten to a pulp on the floor, his hands going up to shield every blow by his tormentor.

A thundering growl emitted from my lips and I lunged, shifting, my clothes ripping from my limbs as my body rapidly grew.

My wolf pinned the man to the ground, snapping at his neck whilst he struggled against my hold. I was a rabid dog, my eyes were amber and my intentions were clear.

The man shifted below me, his clothes scattering onto the floor while his light wolf bucked me off, sending me flying into a tree.

Marcos screamed, the sound pushing me on as my wolf shook herself off and snarled at the wolf, her fur bristling.

The wolf's eyes followed me, his body crouching low to the ground. I watched him with equal intensity, my body shaking with blood lust.

“Alastrine, calm down.” Alistair's voice temporarily distracted me from the wolf. His voice was pleading and low, but still held anger in them.

I growled in response, baring my teeth at my attacker in the most threatening way possible.

“Alastrine, this is a pack wolf. If you kill him his Alpha will demand your blood.”

The wolf pulled his lips back in a smug smile, whilst my wolf still snarled at him. I wasn't going to back down though, nor was my wolf. I scowled, circling him like my prey, waiting for him to challenge me.

Marcos' scream ripped through the silence and I turned my head to the noise, panic rising up when I saw him and Keiko being injected with something by the other man that remained. They immediately slumped to the ground, their unconscious bodies hitting the floor with a thump.

Alistair growled. “What did you do to them?”

The wolf gave me a sinister grin, his eyes flickering to something behind me for a second. I already knew what it was, but it was too late because I felt a stab in the back of my leg.

“You bast—”

Alistair's profanities were interrupted by my howl of pain, my wolf getting more and more exhausted by whatever they put inside me.

I felt my wolf's presence slip from my mind, and I shifted back to human form in less than a second, my body already drained from its strength.


Alistair rushed over to me, taking off his shirt and placing it on my body. I was slipping in and out of consciousness, but I could just make out little snippets of what was happening.

I closed my eyes for a brief second, feeling something heavy collapse onto me, and I knew Alistair had been hit as well.

This is all your fault.

My wolf blamed the pack's capture on me, her anger seethed through my mind like a snake through grass.

And the worst thing was, I had a feeling she was right.


The scent of blood woke me up from my sleep, it's smell writhing into my nose like despair.

My eyes cracked open, everything around me turning from darkness to light. There was a dull aching around my limbs, the sort that was ten times worse than my first shift.

I attempted to bring down my hands and rub my eyes, but they were stuck above my head, and when my skin brushed against the metal, I hissed in pain.


“You're awake,” Alistair said, his hands bound to the wall just as mine were.

“What's going on, where are Keiko and Marcos?” I asked, my voice breaking at the end.

“Keiko is with Marcos, they're in a different cell.” He muttered, tilting his head to wipe off the blood that was trickling down it.

I took in his face, gasping. He had bruises all over his face, with a large gash running down his cheek. His eye had a black bruise around the centre, which looked to be fresh, whilst his torso was bare and filled with whip marks.

My eyes filled with tears at the sight of him before I realised I was wearing his shirt and nothing else.

“What did they do to you?” I choked out.

Alistair's jaw clenched hard, his own eyes glazing over with tears. “You wouldn't stop shaking,” he began.

“After they injected you with wolfsbane, you wouldn't stop shaking. They put it into you over and over again but you wouldn't stop—”

The loud banging of a metal rod broke him away from his speech and I sighed in relief, silently thanking the intruder.

“They're both awake.” Someone said gruffly, sliding something that resembled food into our cell.

At the sight of it, my stomach rumbled hungrily and it was then I realised I didn't know how long I'd been out. A familiar scent rushed into my nose and I growled, my eyes turning amber at the sight of the man who'd taken us.

“Gamma Micah.” Someone greeted him as he stepped in.

A Gamma, huh?

His sinister smile greeted me as his boots scraped into the cell, his eyes were black as he raked his eyes over me. A low growl escaped his lips as I spat at him, my head aching from the silver.

“Not such a strong wolf now, are you?” He taunted, kicking the plate of food closer to me.

I growled at him, struggling against my bonds as he advanced towards me. His hand flicked up to tighten the silver chains around my hands and I gasped, seeing how the silver didn't affect him.

“How…” Alistair trailed off, witnessing the miracle as well.

The Gamma smirked, grabbing my hair and jerking my head forward so my neck was exposed to him. He then clamped a silver chain around my neck, one that ignited pain in my body with every move I made.

“One word for you,” he spat, backing away from me with a sadistic smile on his face.

“Silver blood.”

Then he left, closing the bars with an almighty bang.

“Silverblood?” Alistair asked from beside me.

Silverblood were a pack of wolves rumoured to have an immunity to silver. And with that kind of power they were able to take over hundreds of packs, making both their territory and their pack better.

They were one of the most ruthless packs in the world, and if you were smart you stayed out of their way.

But we had stumbled into their territory.

I was the leader, I led my pack here, I put them in this danger.

It was my fault.

“Alastrine, are you okay?”

Alistair diverted my attention from my pity party and I looked at him to see him staring at me with a concerned face. I cracked a small smile at him, a flutter going through my heart when he smiled back.

Even in the worst of situations he still cared for me.

“I'm fine,” I muttered, tears pooling in my eyes.

He noticed my sullen mood and tried to reach over to me, drawing his hand back quickly.

“It's made of silver Alistair, you'll get hurt,” I said, my eyes drooping with the pain and fatigue. I heard a light chuckle escape his lips before his calloused hands captured mine.

“I don't care.”


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