The Alpha’s Forbidden Love

CHRIS

Days had gone by and the relentless rhythm of training consume me. Each day came with its own challenges, a new skill to master and the urge to become more stronger if I wanted to protect myself, my pack and those I love. This determination fueled my every move, pushing me forward in pursuit of strength.

During this moments, I found solitude in the ambiance of my treehouse where I shared sweet moments with my mate, Lucy. But of recent, this place with held our good memories had become as quiet as a graveyard. Lucy’s sudden absence weighed heavily on me, a shadow of uncertainty that refused to fade.

I knew something had chanwged between us, I couldn’t shake this feeling off. He distance left me with a gnawing worry, unanswered questions echoing in my mind like a haunting chorus. I understood that the situations surrounding her pack needed urgent attention, but a part of me longer for her warmth, her presence and her beautiful smile that gave me all the assurance I needed.

As the an cast its warm glow upon the land on beautiful evening, I stood at the outside of the treehouse. I gazed at the familiar struture, my heart heavy with question unanswered. The warm whispers of the wind carried the memory of our share laughter and unending promises. But tonight again, there was no sign of Lucy. The treehouse remained still, a silent proof of her absence.

My fingers traced the railings, my thoughts filled with worry and uncertainty. I had always admired my courage and fierce loyalty for her pack and those she considered family. But the distance between us left me with a deep longing that I couldn’t ignore.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

With a long sigh, I returned to my pack dwellings. I only hoped that Lucy’s silence meant that she was deep in planning, to unravel the crazy mysteries that surrounded us. And yet all I craved for was a moment with her, to share a bond with her, a bond that seemed to slip off my fingers.

In the heart of my pack’s territory, I moved to my mother’s chambers to seek solace in her presence. I found her in her chambers, skimming through ancient texts and scrolls.

“Chris,” she greeted, a warm smile radiating on her face. It was good to see her in such a hearty mood, the previous event had left me worried and restless. Most night, I took watch over her chambers to make sure she was in safe hands.

“Mother,” I greeted in return.

My mother lifted her gaze, her eyes softening with compassion. “What is it, Chris? You look distressed.”

I settled on a chair, my fingers tracing the patterns on the table cover. “I’m worried about Lucy, she’s been distant lately.”

“Oh dear! My son is overwhelmed with love. Don’t tell me you’re looking like a troubled little child because your mate has been busy?” my mother mocked.

I shrugged. “Stop taunting me, mother. I’m actually here to talk to you about something else. My dreams, you said it was similar to that of my father before his passing. The mage’s words echo in my thoughts,” I asked, curiosity enveloping my being.

My mother’s expression shifted, her gaze filled with understanding. ” The mage’s words are powerful, Christipher. They are meant to guide you, provide insight on your path and not to scare you.”

“I never said I was afraid,” I said, leaning forward. “But the dreams, the mage’s words- they speak of my death and it warns me that my fate is near.”

My mother sighed, her gaze a mixture of concern and compassion. “I know, but remember that fate is not set in stone. It only weaves our actions and choices like a thread, we have the right to shape it into what we want.”

My voice tinged with desperation as I spoke. ” But how is all of this connected to my father’s death? The mage’s words, the dreams are all intertwined. I need to understand better,” I insisted.

“Your father’s death was tragedy that shook our pack to the core,” she began. “The mages words spoke of a trusted friend’s betrayal, a friend who would cause the untimely death of your father.” Her expression was somber as she spoke, tears had began to well up in her eyes.

My heart clenched at the gravity of her words.”A trusted friend? Who?”

“We didn’t know until we found Lucy’s father by your father’s bedside before he breathed his last. He was a close friend to your father, our former king,” she explained, her gaze held mine as she shared everything with me.

The revelation was a bitter pill for me to swallow. The implications were too deep. Lucy’s father, a fried to my father and a man I had never met, was the last man to be seen with my father before he died. The evidence were too real to be true, yet doubts lingered in my heart.

“Why did Lucy’s father kill mine if they were truly friends?” I asked, my suspicions growing.

My mother’s eyes held a deep sadness, I knew the thoughts of that day brought sorrow to her heart and I felt bad for making her sad.

“I don’t know, Chris. All evidence pointed to him, but I know deep in my heart that he wasn’t responsible. He was your father’s friend and I knew him to be very honourable,” my mother said.

The bond I shared with Lucy, the weight of my father’s death and the mage’s warning seem to create a web of uncertainties that threatened to entrap me. “What can I do now, mother?”I asked, looking up to my mother for guidance.

“Trust your heart, seek the truth and uncover the secrets that shrouds your father’s death ,” she said. “Remember this, even in the face of doubts, love has the power to brighten the darkest corners of your journey.”

My heart felt burdened and determined as I listened to her words of advice. I would have to navigate the treacherous path that lay ahead, seeking the truth and protecting those I held dear. I knew the bond I shared with Lucy would be tested but it wouldn’t change how I felt about her. I wasn’t going to abandon her because of the sins of her father, she was my mate and the moon goddess chose her for a reason, a reason that would reveal itself one day.