🚫My Fated Alpha’s Cruel Game👉🏻
Elena's POV Status in a wolf pack means everything. It determines your home, your opportunities, your entire future. I understood this truth intimately because I had experienced both sides of that reality. Years ago, my life was completely different. Back then, my father served as the head warrior, second only to the Alpha himself. We lived in comfort, respected by everyone in the pack, with privileges that came naturally with our high rank. Then everything changed in a single night. My father died protecting the Alpha during a rogue attack, and suddenly our family meant nothing to the pack leadership. The gratitude we expected never came. Instead, we became invisible, forgotten, discarded like yesterday's news. My mother had never worked before meeting her mate as a young woman. She devoted herself to raising me while dad provided for our family. She was content with that life, happy to be a traditional pack mate and mother. But when the grief hit her, when she lost her other half, everything fell apart. I still marvel at how she survived losing her mate. The mate bond is supposed to be unbreakable, and when it shatters through death, most wolves don't recover. Yet somehow, my mother found the strength to keep going. She became the strongest woman I have ever known, especially after losing our house, our car, our entire comfortable existence. We were stripped of everything and relocated to the outskirts of pack territory, ranked even lower than omegas. My mother now works multiple dead-end jobs just to pay the ridiculously inflated bills that the Alpha assigns to families like ours, desperately trying to keep food on our table. But I can see the toll it has taken on her. She barely eats anymore, works herself to exhaustion, and neglects her own wellbeing completely. The current Alpha, who inherited his position from his father, proves just as ruthless and arrogant as his predecessor. He shows no mercy toward families who have fallen from grace. My mother constantly
