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The Alpha's Spurned Destiny

The Alpha's Spurned Destiny

Christ39
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Werewolf
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Suspense
Fantasy
Betrayal
Revenge
Sexual slave
Magical

In the enigmatic world of werewolves, Kimboo Ravenwood stands out-not just for her fighting skills but for her fierce independence. Destined to be the mate of Alpha Dante, she finds herself at odds with the traditions and expectations of her pack. As she struggles to find her place and assert her identity, she must confront powerful forces and navigate complex relationships. Will Kimboo accept her fate, or will she forge her own path in defiance of the Moon Goddess's plans?

Chapter 1 Unique wolf girl

Kimboo POV

I quickly brought my fists into contact with the focus mitts' leather. My coach roared, "Again." for the zillionth time. I would feel as though my arms were going to fall off from him repeatedly drilling me on a combo. However, I was okay with that. Being able to defend myself and fight is preferable to being one of those helpless girls. As I delivered the final blow in the sequence he had just shown me this morning, I exclaimed, "Hyaah!" I had given the last blow everything I had, indicating that this lesson was over for me, at least for the time being. "Damn Kimboo, that hurt." He hissed at me, but his expression was actually one of smiles rather than anger. I was pleased to see the pride in his eyes. I said, "Sorry, Jax." A little giggle slipped into my voice as I laughed. It was great to see how resilient I could be. This time, he smiled as he said, "If you weren't so little then I'd say there was no way you were really a girl." "That was mean, Jax." "It's a compliment and you know it." Either that or my pouty appearance was the cause of his laughter at my whining. "You fight better than most of the guys in my gym." "That's not hard to do. Most of them think they have to be the biggest to be the best, but that just leaves them with more places to hit and less speed. Plus, most of them have no brains at all, so they can't use those muscles effectively." In addition, the majority of them lack the extra advantage I possess. I contributed my own thoughts. Jax had to almost cling to the wall to stay upright at my words. "That's why I like you kid, you got spunk and definitely brains. Now go on, get changed, or you'll be late for your next class." I looked up to see that he was correct. Since Grandfather had stopped paying my prior instructor, I had to fit my training sessions in between my classes at the local college. I said to him, "Okay Jax, I'll see you next week," and hurried to the rarely used and deserted women's locker room. Like I normally did, I rushed through a shower before putting my long brown hair up in a high ponytail and letting it hang to dry in its naturally wavy curls. I put on a hoodie over my t-shirt and jeans outfit. I really didn't have the time, but most college freshmen-especially girls-probably took more time to get ready before class. Particularly not at that very moment, as I was actually falling behind. I was relieved that I could run a little bit quicker than most people during these moments. Though perhaps not as quick as the rest of my family or the pack, but unquestionably quicker than a human. I hurried back to campus, really having to force myself not to run too fast. Thankfully, I arrived at class early and made good time. even so, it was helpful that I could detect when something was ahead of me or when someone was approaching in my blind spot. We werewolves all seemed to possess a kind of supernatural gift bestowed upon us by the Moon Goddess. Technically speaking, I'm not a werewolf at all, but whatever. The lecturer entered the room and got to work. Since this class was required, I found it to be quite annoying. They still hadn't taught me anything more than what my grandfather's tutors had taught me when I was growing up, which was something I had wanted-something that would push me intellectually and force me to think. My upbringing and schooling were fairly affluent, but they came to an end when I became eighteen. And although Grandfather continued to provide me with some financial support, it was unquestionably far less than it was when I was a child. But I was okay with that. Now that I'm out here on my own, I'm a lot happier. I no longer have to abide by his severe rules-at least not as much. I was content with the fact that the pack's rules were the only ones I truly had to abide by. You know, my name is Kimboo Ravenwood, and my family used to be very high up in the Crimson Grovepack hierarchy. Actually, my grandfather was the Beta to the previous Alpha; but, the Alpha's son succeeded him after the latter was slain in an attack a few years ago. However, not even being the Beta could save my family's reputation from being damaged in a major incident. We are a proud people, the wolves. As far back as I can remember, Grandfather used to tell me those words every day when I was a small child. However, same pride had not prevented my mother, at the age of fifteen, from going missing for a weekend and then returning to confront her father's rage. To exacerbate the situation, they later learned she was expecting a child. She wouldn't reveal the father's identity to them. They saw me as an abomination as they naturally believed that the father was not a wolf. Whatever the case, I was still a part of the pack, and the previous Alpha had given the order to treat me like any other until she was positive that I would not transform like the others. Typically, our wolf forms manifest between the ages of thirteen and eighteen. Though it's not always the case, guys will still be boys and will still compete in any way they can. It's a common misconception that the sooner you shift, the stronger your wolf will be. As I approach my nineteenth birthday, I still haven't changed. I still had all the other characteristics of a wolf. I possessed all the necessary skills-speed, strength, enhanced senses, fighting instinct, etc. I felt like I belonged in the pack. I was obviously not human, but I also wasn't a werewolf just yet. I simply didn't fit anywhere. I was unable to ask my mother directly about my father. The embarrassment and scorn my family endured throughout her pregnancy and immediately after her delivery was too much for her to bear, whether or not she was simply too afraid to talk to her father. Perhaps she is less afraid now that all these years have passed. She ultimately committed suicide when I was younger than a month old. The only item my mother left behind was a pendant, which she requested I get when I reached adulthood. After my mother passed away, I lived mostly with my Uncle Garrett and his wife eve. They had two boys who were the best part of my childhood and treated me like a sister. I really can't believe that they followed through with it, and if it were up to Grandfather, they probably wouldn't have. To be honest, if Grandfather hadn't been around, things would have been really good. He hates me, I promise. He held me to absurdly high standards. He would constantly assure me that I would never be let to commit the same errors that his pitiful daughter had. For years, I lived with his norms ingrained in me on a daily basis. Like the other kids in the pack, my cousins and I were not permitted to go to public school. I was designed to be well-versed in a wide range of subjects. Along with an absurdly challenging curriculum, I was taught foreign languages, musical instruments, etiquette, martial arts, ballet, boxing, fencing, and fencing. Grandfather paid for everything, thinking that by the time I became eighteen, I would change, and he could use me to reclaim some rank in the hierarchy or at least marry me off to a respectable family. However, when my birthday approached and passed, it was evident to all that I was not going to change. There was no wolf in my possession. I wasn't supposed to be among the other pack members; I was an abomination, a freak of nature. I still had to abide by all pack rules, though. I was still required to be present at every pack meeting. The Alpha still had to tell me to kneel, so I had to bend my knees and lower my head. To the pack, his words were like an indisputable command, and we could not resist them. And despite all of that, the majority of the upper-class families continued to treat me like an alien. As someone who simply wasn't meant to be among the popular youngsters.

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1 Chapter 1 Unique wolf girl
17/11/2024
2 Chapter 2 They Gathering
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3 Chapter 3 Mate Rejection
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4 Chapter 4 The Visit
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5 Chapter 5 The Assembly call
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