**Author’s Note**
Okay.
This story is in English.
So I came up with this story while reading some werewolf stories. I am finding something that is lacking on what I’ve already read. Its the heat. So I decided to make my own.
And of course, a twist. A wolf girl who can have two or more mate. And one of them will be the Alpha. What will happen?
Come with me with this adventure!
Call Me Alpha
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**Prologue**
Ashira’s POV
Werewolves does exist. Before, it was just a myth. A way to scare the children or to keep the teens from going out too much.
But it is real. Werewolves are real.
I knew this because I am one of them. I’m a living proof of the myth. I’m a She-Wolf.
Humans doesn’t know we exist. No one knew we exist, at least from the human world.
“Ashira!” A cheery sweet voice took my attention from gazing out.
My friend, Lucy, came running towards my direction. Just like me, she was wearing a white thin satin dress that is just above the knee. We both are wearing a wood-made sandals.
If you’re going to compare the way we’re dressed, we’ll look so weird despite the age and year we are in.
We have no underwear inside the thin white dress. The wood sandals are even made by the elders of the pack.
But this is not the way we dress-up.
A sacred ceremony will be held and we just need to dress like so.
It’s a pack tradition.
Werewolves like us need to stick together. We have our pack. Me and my friend, Lucy belongs to the Regal pack under the reigning of Alpha David together with his Beta, Eric.
Eric, the Beta of Regal, is the one who took me in and act as my guardian.
I was once a Rogue. A lone-wolf. I don’t know who my parents was or if I belong to other pack before. I have no memories of my childhood.
All I remember was walking in the middle of the forest and being found by Eric. He’s already a Beta at that time.
Eric’s mate, Ophelia, accepted me as their orphan child. They also have a son named Cruz, he’s a couple years older than I am.
I get along well with Eric and his family. Cruz is even overprotective like I am his sister. Overall, I settled in this pack even though I’m practically an outsider.
“You looked excited, Luce.” I said to her when she came near me. We walked sideways towards the line where the other She-Wolf is. They wear the same kind of dress.
“And you’re not? We’re talking about mapping here! Of course I’ll be hell bent!”
Mapping is a pack tradition. It’s held annually before the end of the year. Now, it’s happening five days before christmas.
The Mapping is a sacred ceremony and is one of the most important event for every pack.
It’s not just the Regal pack that held this ceremony. Every pack all over the continent does.
We’ll be able to know from which pack our mate is. This is the main concern of the mapping.
Each wolf have their own mates. If a wolf is not able to meet its mate, they won’t have the chance to produce a pup.
Even if a wolf had se*x with every wolf, you’ll not be able to get pregnant unless it’s your mate.
A wolf can only produce their heir with their mate. So finding a mate is a must especially for the Alpha’s of the pack. Even for the Beta and third-in-command.
They’ll need their mate to continue their legacy.
It’s not easy to pick a Beta or Gamma. Those high rank positions are mostly inherited. Unless that bloodline will betray the Alpha then they will banish that bloodline from having a position in the high ranks.
I just shrugged the thought of finally locating my mate. I’m not really interested.
“I’m just waiting for this moment ever since I was born.” Lucy’s eyes are even sparkling as she said that.
That reaction is very common. Most of the She-Wolf are waiting for this moment of their life.
But not me. I don’t have any butterflied flying on my stomach whenever the word mate is involved.
“How does this work again?” I asked. I knew most of pack laws and its system but I never dig deep when it comes to anything about mapping or mates.
“You’re so uninterested, Ashira. Aren’t you excited to meet your mate?”
I shrugged only to answer her question. She rolled her eyes on me.
“Whatever. So here,” she point the house of the enchantress. “There’s a sacred knife inside and you’ll cut your palm with it. You’ll let the blood drop on the map and it will do its magic.” She explained with excitement.”
“How?”
She lumped her shoulders and looked at me like I’m unbelievably naive.
“This thing are taught to the toddlers and you don’t know?” She scuffed.
I scowled at her.
“Whatever. So when the enchantress do her chant, the part of the map where you’re mate is will glow.” She said, having sparkles on her eyes once again.
“Technically, we won’t know who exactly our mate is.” I stated. That sounds like a job.
“Exactly! Isn’t it exciting!” Her voice almost made me cover my ear.
I scowled. “Exciting how?”
Lucy rolled her eyes at me. “We’ll go to where they are, duh! First, we’ll be able to visit other territories.”