The fate of the Rejected Alpha

LORDE’S DESTINED IS BORN

“Come on, Margaret, answer me!” Mary commands.

It’s been three days since Occisor ascended as the supreme alpha, and now he is known by his birth name, Rodolf.

“You know what? Yes, it was me! I couldn’t stand losing you and Occisor every day to her!”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Mary shakes with her head.

Sasha said that a human shot her with two tranquilizers and so she was caught by her late father. Mary investigated what happened and the officer told the truth.

Sasha asked her not to tell Rodolf, he was already too busy and creating a disagreement between him and his sister would not be good. And as she sees the two as children, she knows each other’s temperament and this time, one of them would end up dead and it would certainly be her daughter.

“Every day, you could not speak of anything other than her! It was all her! You didn’t even ask if everything was okay when I went out alone on a mission. You just wanted to know about her!” Margaret cries with her eyes full of tears.

“You sent her to hell just out of jealousy…”

“I didn’t send her to hell, I just helped a father find his pup, I didn’t do anything about…”

Mary shuts Margaret up with a slap in the face.

“I don’t recognize you, you’re not the sweet girl I saved that day!”

“And you are not the Mary I knew that day!”

“I expected more from you, child.”

“And I don’t expect anything more from you, Mary.”

Turning her back, Margaret leaves the base.

Mary sighs. She never imagined that things would come to this, that she’d end up being hated by her two children. This is an intolerable situation!

Mary and Occisor defected from the government, now they live in a castle in the city Cologne, Germany. Rodolf chose this location because it is a healthy environment for Mary to be able to continue living with them in her last years of life, and as he is already accustomed to the dark and cold climate, the important thing was to have the people he loves near him.

The family of hunters no longer exists, Margaret abandoned the surname Van Helsing. Sasha adopted her last name and now she is officially a Van Helsing.

“I hope you can find happiness, my daughter… ” Mary whispers while sitting on the floor.

Her brain hurts, she wants Margaret to learn to live in peace, but the young woman wants only the blood of supernatural beings pouring across the floor. Forgiveness is something that does not exist in the dictionary of the vampire with red hair.

“I’m here to give you a ride,” the second princess appears in the second-floor room of the base.

“I hope you’re not late to pick up the bouquet,” Mary wipes her eyes and rises from the ground.

“Well… Still in time to pick up a souvenir,” Lorraine blinks and Mary agrees with a small smile.

Today is the wedding day of the first princess Angèle Benoit. The witches’ country is a place bathed in sunshine, so it is not healthy for Margaret, but she will only congratulate the bride. So a few minutes of weakness is nothing.

Rodolf, Sasha and all the pack members who live with them were present at the ceremony. At the time of picking up the bouquet, Angèle’s younger sister was the lucky one, Bessie Benoit, even though she was only thirteen years old, her essence is healing and she is the fifth princess, carrying the Rockefeller jewel, the jewel of sounds.

“May the years be prosperous,” Mary embraces Angèle and shakes hands with her husband.

After picking up the souvenir basket, Mary joins Rodolf and the others. Lorraine conjures up her portal and takes them back home.

Fifteen moons later…

During the first five months, Rodolf recreated virtually all the rules. Omegas are no longer mistreated and no longer used as live bait. Cimex lunas are no longer obliged to lie down with any male other than their mate. The functions did not change much within the castle, but now they had no more slaves. If humans wanted to work there for them, they’d be paid with food, a roof above their heads and a bed.

It’s been ten moons since Sasha got pregnant and the custom of only the male coming into contact with her during pregnancy has not changed. Everyone was against it, so from the old regime, this was one of the few habits that remained.

“Surely they will come strong! ” Rodolf licks his mate’s head as a form of affection.

“Yes, they’ll…”

Sasha’s speech is interrupted by the contractions in her vente. Rodolf’s eyes are wide, Following his instincts, he howls loudly announcing that his heir is coming into the world. He howls once again, now thanking and asking for the goddess’s help so that Sasha has a quiet birth.

The full moon night carries with it another part of the promise of the goddess Selene.

Sasha closes her eyes tightly, the pain in her belly is strong, her breathing is accelerated, her grunts make Rodolf sweat cold, even though he is in his lupine form. He needs to be very strong, in addition to feeling anxiety about birth, he still feels part of his mate’s pain. He lays his head on Sasha’s head, as if to say it was for her to hold on tight, he’s with her.

One hour, in exactly one hour, the babies came into the world. Sasha had no strength to lift her head, her heart still hammers hard on her chest, her body is exhausted. The supreme gets up and sees his newborn cubs.

Two pups, one black and one white. With care, Rodolf cuts the umbilical cord and licks them. Both cubs are alive and moving in search of milk. Carefully, he picks the black cub, placing it in his female’s belly, and then picks up the white cub, which is a little smaller. Without difficulty, the two find their mother’s breasts and suck hard.

“What’s their sex?” Sasha asks her head lying on the pillow and nursing the toothless pups.

The supreme alpha looks at the black cub. Is a male. He looks at the white cub. Is a female.

“The goddess blessed us with a male and a female.”

Sasha smiles. It seems that the womb of genuine lunam can now generate more than one cub.

“What will be their names?”

“Let’s do it like this, I choose his name and you choose hers.”

“I like it. What’s the male’s name?”

“Adolf, a noble wolf.”

“Perfect, my beloved.”

“And hers?”

“Sele, the one who was blessed by the goddess Selene.”

“I like it,” he licks her snout and lays next to her with the cubs between them.

The goddess smiles.

Her children now celebrate and thank her for their blessings.

All that’s left now is to comply with her treaty with Hades.