
The Last Female Alpha
Michele Dixon · Completed · 65.3k Words
Introduction
This book is filled with drama, romance and fantasy.
Chapter 1
Tiana's P.O.V.
I know Levi and I are next. There's no question that King Harlan will be coming for us. I'm the last female alpha, as far as he knows. Our daughter Sienna is already eighteen, but everyone thinks her birthday isn't for another two months. We purposely said we needed to visit another pack when I was pregnant, and I had her while we were away. We didn't return for two months and told them she was a newborn. No one questioned us.
Even then, I knew King Harlan wouldn't rest until all the female alphas were killed. My mother had warned me that the king was scared because he believed a woman was going to bring him down. It won't be me, but I think Sienna is the one he fears. She's like no other female alpha I have ever met.
I look outside, where she's practicing with the lead warrior. We have the same pale blonde hair that looks almost white and teal eyes. People often underestimate her because she's petite, at five feet three inches, but she's stronger than anyone I know. Sienna is skillfully defending herself against the warrior, and I can tell he's not taking it easy on her.
"She's incredible," Levi says as he wraps his arms around me.
"Yes, she is. She's the one who will stop Harlan." Sienna is the future, Levi and I will soon be the past.
One Month Later
Sienna's P.O.V.
My mom warned me about this day from the time I was a pup, but that doesn't make it any easier. I scream in pain as I look at my parents lying dead not far from the pack house with silver arrows sticking out of their chests. King Harlan sent one of his assassins. However, just like all the other female alphas who were murdered over the years, there will be no evidence of who it was.
"Sienna, I know this is bad timing, but we need to discuss who will take over as alpha." I kiss my mom and dad before standing and looking at Robert, one of the pack elders.
"There's nothing to discuss. I am the alpha." I look him in the eye, waiting for the argument I know is coming.
"I'm sorry, but you haven't reached your eighteenth birthday yet. We cannot allow someone to be alpha who is still considered a minor. It's in the laws King Harlan placed on the packs," he says, as my parents are taken away to be prepared for burial.
"That's where you're wrong. My parents knew this would happen, so they hid my actual birthday. I turned eighteen a little over two months ago. So, I will be taking my place as alpha." He looks at me in shock when I pull out the document that was given to my parents. I was born in the hut of an old witch who they trusted. She prepared the birth certificate with the indisputable sign of the werewolf on it.
"You need to call a pack meeting immediately," he says as he tries to hide his anger. I don't know if it's because I am the new Alpha or because we kept this hidden from the elders.
"Already planning on it." I walk past him and send out a pack mindlink.
"Everyone, meet in front of the pack house immediately. My parents were killed, and I am your new alpha." I use my alpha tone so they know they don't have a choice. I leave the mindlink open as I head toward the front of the pack house. I can feel multiple emotions coming from the pack. When everyone is gathered, I begin speaking.
"My mom and dad were killed with silver arrows. My parents knew that they were going to be killed and would need to hide my actual birth date so that I could take over as your rightful alpha. That day has come. I turned eighteen more than two months ago. From this point on, you will address me as alpha. If there are any signs of insubordination, you will be punished. I will not tolerate any disrespect. I don't expect you all to like me. However, you will be thrown into the dungeons if you decide to go against me or the pack. Now, let's go lay my parents to rest."
I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I walk off the front porch. I know this isn't going to be easy, but I'm ready for it. I've been preparing for this since the day I was born. I will make my parents proud, and the king will be brought to justice. When this is over, he will be dead, and I will show everyone just how powerful a female alpha can be.
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