Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Xander

I watched from the crowd as the tension in the air crackled like electricity. The council meeting had been progressing smoothly, and unity was beginning to emerge as the central theme. The visiting alphas had come to recognize Chassy’s strength and determination. It was a turning point in the meeting, a moment of hope for cooperation among us.

But the peace was shattered when Alpha Donovan stood up abruptly. He was known for his arrogance and his belief in traditional alpha dominance. His abrupt interruption sent shockwaves through the room.

“No! I, Alpha Donovan of the Meadows Pack, challenge you, Alpha Chassy of the Silver Moon Pack!” His voice echoed with a challenge that cut through the air like a blade.

“Dad!” Sena exclaimed,

“Are you going to do this, Donovan?” Chassy asked. “As much as possible, I didn’t want to do things that would require me to exert more effort or show my power and capabilities. I am going to give you another chance to stop this nonsense and proceed with the meeting.”

“Donovan, I suggest that you listen to her. We have to be united at times like this,” the head council said, trying to put some sense in the alpha’s mind.

“No. I am not going to let this woman feel superior in any way possible. I have to put her in her place.” Alpha Donovan replied.

The room fell into stunned silence. Challenges among alphas were rare in council meetings, and they were typically reserved for cases where an alpha’s leadership was seriously questioned. Donovan’s challenge was not only unexpected but also a direct affront to Chassy’s authority as the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack.

“Alpha, I don’t think that this is a good idea. If you have anything against Alpha Chassy, You have to set that aside and focus on our enemy, who is waging a war against us,” one of the alphas around said.

“Don’t tell me what to do. If it was OK with you to be led by that woman, fine. But I am not going to submit to her; she was supposed to be in the pack as a breeder to secure the pack’s future, not to attend a meeting like this, informing us to let our warriors undergo training under her supervision!”

Chassy, her expression calm but resolute, stood to face Donovan. I know she knew that her position as a female alpha might be challenged at some point, but I didn’t anticipate it happening so publicly and so soon. She met Donovan’s defiant gaze with a steady one of her own, her eyes reflecting determination and resolve.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

My heart pounded in my chest. I knew that this challenge would be a defining moment for Chassy and her pack. The outcome would not only determine her leadership but also the respect and recognition her pack received in the larger werewolf community.

The council meeting’s atmosphere had shifted dramatically, from a spirit of unity to a battlefield of words and emotions. It was a stark reminder of the underlying tensions and the resistance to change in the traditional werewolf hierarchy.

“I, Alpha Chastity Reid Mason, accept your challenge, Alpha Donovan!” Chassy spoke, her voice carrying a tone of authority. Who wouldn’t when the alpha said something he shouldn’t? She’s not just a breeder; she’s a warrior that will help save us all.

The words were met with a mixture of murmurs, gasps, and even some applause from those who believed in Chassy’s leadership. The council meeting had taken an unexpected turn, and all eyes were on Chassy and Donovan, who were about to engage in a battle that would determine the fate of the Silver Moon Pack.

“Alpha Chassy!” the head council said.

“I had no choice; forgive me for this,” Chassy replied and looked back at Alpha Donovan. “How do you like the challenge to go through?”

“To the death,” the alpha replied, which caused all the ruckus and murmuring. I looked at Dad, telling him to make the alpha stop, even though I knew that he wouldn’t be able to do that since the head council couldn’t stop him either.

“Dad, you don’t have to do this,” Sena said as she held Donovan’s hand.

“No. You should have taken Alpha Xander after having a son with him. But you’re still useless!”

“Dad!”

“To the death it is,” Chassy said, which made Sena look at her, pleading. But I’m sure that it won’t help since her father was the one who wanted the challenge so badly.

“Since we can’t stop it, the council will have to make sure that everything will go smoothly and fairly.” The head council said and told everyone to prepare as well. The traditional werewolf challenge began with a ceremonial circle formed by the attending alphas and their warriors. It was a symbolic representation of unity and support for the two alphas involved. The center of the circle was the battleground, where the alpha challenge would be decided.

Chassy and Donovan entered the circle, their faces masked in determination. Chassy’s pack members watched with a mix of apprehension and faith, knowing that their alpha was not just fighting for herself but for the Silver Moon Pack’s future.

Donovan, a towering figure with a wild mane of black hair, exuded confidence and arrogance. He had a reputation for physical strength, and many believed that his challenge was a mere formality to assert his dominance as an alpha.

The two alphas faced each other, and the circle of alphas and warriors watched in breathless anticipation. Donovan made the first move, lunging at Chassy with a speed that took many by surprise. His aim was clear-to overpower and dominate his opponent.

Chassy, however, was not one to be underestimated. She gracefully sidestepped Donovan’s attack, her agility and reflexes on full display. It was a stark contrast to Donovan’s brute force, and it quickly became evident that this would not be a battle of sheer strength alone.

The fight unfolded with a series of intense clashes and maneuvers. Chassy relied on her agility and strategic thinking, whereas Donovan’s approach was more straightforward, relying on sheer power. Their contrasting styles created a dynamic and captivating spectacle.

As the battle raged on, I felt a mixture of anxiety and pride. Chassy’s grace and determination were evident in every move, and it was clear that she was not backing down. Her pack members, too, watched with bated breath, their loyalty and belief in her unwavering.

The turning point came when Chassy executed a deft move, using Donovan’s momentum against him. She evaded his charge and, with a calculated strike, sent him crashing to the ground. The collective gasp from the onlookers echoed through the circle.

As the challenge continued, Alpha Donovan’s frustration and anger grew more palpable with each passing moment. He had expected an easy victory, a chance to assert his dominance; however, he found himself facing an opponent whose strength and determination were beyond his initial estimation.

Chassy’s movements were a graceful dance of calculated strikes and strategic dodges. She anticipated Donovan’s every move, continuously sidestepping his lunges and countering with precise precision. The circle of alphas and warriors watched in stunned silence as Donovan struggled to gain the upper hand.

Donovan’s face contorted with anger, and he unleashed a powerful flurry of blows, determined to overpower Chassy. His brute force was undeniable, but Chassy’s finesse and agility allowed her to evade his attacks, weaving through the onslaught of strikes with grace.

The battle raged on, and it was clear that Chassy had gained the upper hand in terms of strategy and endurance. Donovan, growing more desperate by the second, launched a final, furious charge. He lunged at Chassy with all his might, his eyes filled with a fiery determination to bring her down.

Chassy, her senses heightened and her reflexes razor-sharp, evaded Donovan’s charge with a swift sidestep. In that critical moment, she seized the opportunity to deliver a calculated strike. Her fangs found their mark as she initially shifted, and with a single, decisive motion, she sent Donovan crashing to the ground with her on top.

I approached Chassy with a mixture of relief and admiration. I had witnessed her strength, not only in combat but in her ability to rise above the conflict and unite the werewolf community. Chassy’s leadership had been validated, and the Silver Moon Pack’s place in the council was secured.

“Are you hurt somewhere?” I asked, but she just shook her head with her eyes on Donovan, who was still lying on the ground, lifeless, as Sena ran to him, crying.

“This should not have happened. We have more important things to do than this.” Chassy said,

“I know,” I replied as I hugged her. “We all know that, so you don’t need to feel guilty about it,” I added. Then I felt her shoulder moving up and down, and then I realized that she was crying.