Reese!' My wolf's voice echoed through the distance, reaching the depths of my consciousness. But I struggled to heed his pleas. 'Reese, please stop!' His words grew louder with desperation. My body trembled with inner conflict as I fought against the overwhelming desire that gripped me. My breaths came in ragged gasps as I tried to regain control. 'We're going to harm her... we're going to harm our mate. Please, stop!' His final words pierced through the chaos before his presence vanished from my mind. A new presence began to take shape—a malevolent force demanding my mate's blood in his place. Confusion enveloped me as I grappled with this sudden transformation as though plunged into a world of darkness with a dim flicker of light urging me to escape. The sheer idea that I was about to cause her pain made a wave of anguish wash over me, and I could feel my body shattering as a result. But why was this happening to begin with? Why couldn't I stop? What I felt right now was helplessness, the kind that causes you to find yourself divided between two desires: the yearning of your wolf and the craving of the demon that lives inside of you. ----- What will happen if two wants that lead to self-destruction come into direct conflict with one another? The hybrid with royal blood and an Alpha amongst werewolves—a blend of both sexes who possesses tremendous advantages and the power to accomplish extraordinary things. However, as is common knowledge, acquiring greater power comes with a cost. And in this case, it will come at the expense of his mate!!

Chapter 1 CH. 1

IRA

"Miss Beckley? Are you with us?" The sharp voice of the teacher sliced through the haze that had settled over my senses.

"Huh?" I blinked as I felt jolted from the depths of my unintended slumber. The classroom came into focus, and I realized with a pang that it was Professor Macon's physics class of all subjects.

Physics, a topic detested by many held an inexplicable allure for me. It was a realm of knowledge that captivated my mind and kindled a fire within my soul. And yet, here I was, caught in the clutches of drowsiness.

"I apologize, Mr. Macon. I'm just feeling a bit fatigued," I confessed truthfully.

Yesterday's shopping excursion with my mother had left me brimming with new clothes, an abundance that strained the limits of my wardrobe. Countless dresses and skirts adorned my closet, while shorts and T-shirts mocked the dwindling space. The weight of bags upon bags had left me wearied, draining both body and mind.

Mr. Macon nodded understandingly and resumed his discourse on Newton's laws, delving into the intricacies that made the universe dance to its unyielding rhythm.

Amongst all my teachers, Mr. Macon held a rare appreciation for the passion that fueled my pursuit of knowledge. He acknowledged not only my dedication to physics but also the efforts I poured into every other class I undertook. It was this recognition that gave me solace amidst the sea of disinterested faces.

The resonant ring of the bell declared victory over another school day.

Relief washed over me like a cool breeze after the sweltering heat as I realized it was finally time for our Warrior's training session.

As part of the Wild Claw pack—an illustrious lineage renowned for strength and vast territory—I bore the legacy of my father, leader of our fierce warriors as my guiding light.

In my childhood, I held an unwavering belief that my father was the epitome of strength. If not for the unyielding authority of the alpha, I might have believed him to be even stronger. But strength is a relative concept, susceptible to cracks and fissures under scrutiny.

With my diminutive stature, I faced countless obstacles when I first sought admittance into the ranks of the warriors. The whispers of doubt traced their way through the pack, casting their shadow upon me. Adding fuel to their skepticism was their perception of my wolf companion, Tara, who exuded neither intimidation nor prowess.

Yet, we defied expectations. Together.

Tara was a spirited and headstrong wolf. She refused to bow to anyone's command, especially our alpha's. In truth, there were times when I secretly wished he possessed power enough to tame her wild spirit. But it was precisely this connection—the unbreakable bond between us—that formed the bedrock of our relationship.

We shared a symbiotic trust, relying on instinct and intuition, each becoming an extension of the other.

Lost in these ruminations, I was jolted back to reality for the second time that day by a familiar voice intruding upon my thoughts.

"You've got to be kidding me! Ira Beckley!” Lisa's words burst forth with incredulous delight as she approached me.

"Oh please... not you too," I groaned playfully as I gathered my books, preparing for our departure.

"First Robert, then Smith, and now Macon—your reputation for mischief is spreading like wildfire," Lisa chided with a smile dancing upon her lips.

"Ah, hush now," I retorted lightly, brushing off her teasing.

Lisa chuckled lowly. She helped sling my bag over my shoulder before guiding me toward the classroom door. But our path was halted by a young first-grader named Mike before we could escape.

"Please come to the office of the teachers... Mr. Smith wishes to speak with you," he informed us earnestly before scurrying away.

"No, no, no," I groaned, my heart sinking at the unwanted summons.

Lisa's buoyant voice broke through my unease and attempted to allay my fears. "Oh, Ira, don't fret. There's nothing to fear."

I sighed before cautiously traversing the school corridors, eager to put distance between myself and the weighty discussions.

I couldn't help but marvel at Lisa's unwavering confidence, though. "You truly fear nothing," I murmured in admiration for her resilience.

She flashed a mischievous grin and her eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's because there's nothing to fear."

Her words imbue me with a fleeting sense of reassurance.

"Indeed," I muttered, offering a half-hearted smile as we made our way toward the teachers' office with apprehension tugging at my every step.

Upon entering the office, my eyes were immediately drawn to the trio of concerned faces fixed upon me. Their expressions mirrored a gravity that demanded my attention.

Mr. Smith was the first to speak. "Ira, are you feeling alright?" his voice was tinged with genuine concern.

I nodded swiftly and assured him that fatigue was the culprit behind my recent struggles. "Just a bit tired lately, but otherwise everything's fine," I affirmed earnestly.

"We sensed something amiss since this morning, which led us to summon you," Mr. Robert chimed in this time, his tone gentle yet probing.

I realized their genuine care for my well-being and hastened to explain. "It's just that yesterday's shopping trip with my mother left me drained—something I'm not particularly fond of doing. It consumed much of my time. And... there's also been a twinge of anxiety," I confessed, hoping to alleviate their mounting concerns.

Smith's gaze penetrated mine as he broached another subject. "Tomorrow marks your eighteenth birthday, am I correct?"

"Yes," I replied simply, anticipation stirring within me at the mention of this milestone.

"Ah yes! We've heard whispers of a grand celebration in honor of Miss Rebecca's eighteenth birthday. It seems your chances of finding a mate will soar amidst the gathering packs." Macon interjected.

Robert nodded in agreement. "Indeed! The festivities will attract numerous packs which will expand your prospects."

A sense of both trepidation and exhilaration coursed through me. "Yes," I responded, my voice laced with uncertainty and anticipation. However, urgency propelled me toward the exit in desperation to escape the confines of the office and its lingering questions.

"Thank you for your concern, sirs. If you'll excuse me now, I must be on my way."