Saved by the Alpha

In a world ruled by werewolves, I am Runt—a nameless, forgotten soul, lower than even an Omega. My days are a monotonous cycle of thankless chores, my existence a shadow in the vibrant pack. But as the Alpha’s heir approaches his coming-of-age, a grand feast draws packs from far and wide. Among them, a powerful Alpha Regal, whose eyes ignite a spark within me—a spark of defiance, of longing, of a wolf long dormant. What happens when a 'nobody' challenges the very foundation of her oppressive world, and finds herself thrust into a dangerous dance with destiny and the most powerful wolf of all?

Saved by the Alpha

In a world ruled by werewolves, I am Runt—a nameless, forgotten soul, lower than even an Omega. My days are a monotonous cycle of thankless chores, my existence a shadow in the vibrant pack. But as the Alpha’s heir approaches his coming-of-age, a grand feast draws packs from far and wide. Among them, a powerful Alpha Regal, whose eyes ignite a spark within me—a spark of defiance, of longing, of a wolf long dormant. What happens when a 'nobody' challenges the very foundation of her oppressive world, and finds herself thrust into a dangerous dance with destiny and the most powerful wolf of all?

I gazed into the cracked mirror, pursing my lips. It didn't matter that it was cracked right down the middle. There wasn't much to look at anyway. I wasn't ugly, just plain. Plain, unnoticed and unwanted.

"Runt," the Luna's piercing shriek split the crisp morning air. "Runt," she screeched louder.

Runt. I wasn't worthy of a name.

I yanked my limp, mousy hair into a messy top knot and dragged my aching body from the floor. The future Alpha turns 18 in three days. The celebration started two days ago and I was the one who had to do all the cooking and cleaning and decorating. I attended to the pack's every need. It's how I earned my keep. I guess I should be grateful. Some rogue and lost wolves are abused or killed by the pack who finds them. I'm ignored when I'm not needed. Unless they want something, I don't exist.

"RUNT," the Luna barked.

"Coming, Mistress," I squeaked rushing across the hall towards the shrill shrieks of the pack's Luna. My toe caught on the door frame as I rushed into her room, sending me crashing to the floor. I landed hard on my knees. Luna Lucy growled her displeasure at my clumsiness.