Episode 1

Hello, my name is Aisen Smith Evans, and I am a werewolf.

I am 24 years old, a tall man at 6'3", with tanned skin, olivine green eyes, black hair, and yes, I am handsome.

My parents are Adriel Smith Alves and the most beautiful being on planet Earth that brought me to life is called Kevin Evans Santino.

I am second in the line of succession as the alpha of the Blue Moon pack, but in truth, I am an alpha, not of this pack or any other unless I decide so, but parting ways with my family is not in my plans.

Nor is taking on such a role; I am happy being a second, just like my brothers, and that doesn't make us any less.

We love and respect each other because that's how we were raised.

I have six siblings, though soon there will be seven of us.

I am the fourth born in a single birth, though for a long time, approximately 18 years, we were misled to believe there had only been three of us in that birth. However, the looks our father Adriel gave to my brother Aiden and me, and our dad Kevin's maternal instinct, I knew something was missing, something was slightly overshadowing our family's happiness.

And it remained so until I found the missing piece.

My brother Liam.

From the moment I saw him, there was no doubt; he was one of us. So, I brought him to the pack, taking advantage of a party, and presented him to my parents. I saw that from the moment they laid eyes on him, a sparkle and a special glimmer appeared in their eyes – I had not been mistaken; he was our brother.

I knew not because of the obvious resemblance to my dad Kevin but because of the familiar scent he carried. The only bad thing, making me slightly doubt, was his pronounced Russian accent. However, knowing that he had no pack and was unaware of his origins until his transformation alerted me.

My brother brought with him Mark, who is now my brother-in-law, and Don Tomas, who is the husband of the pack's witch. Since Mark entered the pack, he settled in the mansion and started calling my dad Kevin, “mom," and well, no one forbade anything, although my dad didn't quite like that he and my sister, well, you know what happened. But still, my dad always told us he was with us, supporting us through thick and thin, even if our decisions led us to make irreparable mistakes; he would always be there for us.

And this was proven to me when my dreams of having a beautiful family with my fated one, filled with many beautiful children, came crashing down. My wolf was left shattered and wounded when she, through a note, told us she didn't love us, that she had someone better. She had an ambition, and that was greatness; by my side, a mere second-in-command, since I did not want to claim the alpha position of her pack, would only be a plain pack member, not a queen, which was her dream. She said what had happened was a mistake, a mistake caused by the bond of fate, but she didn't believe in fate, so she followed her path.

I felt worthless.

Was all this true, or did she leave because I couldn't satisfy her thirst for greatness and power?

I felt wounded, betrayed, but I would never turn against my family, never kill my brother just to get the position and win over the girl – that was out of the question.

So, with the pain embedded in my chest and my wolf twisting in agony, I dressed and left the hotel room where we had consummated our union, grateful for my parents' upbringing for not marking her, not wanting to be tied to a woman not content with my status.

I moved on, with the support of my family. They upheld me, and together we overcame the depression that had stricken me.

But still, something she wrote in the note troubled me:

I am destined for greatness, not merely to be the wife of a simple yes-man, a second-rate. I was born to be a queen.

This without a doubt annoyed me; she was at that party with a purpose, but who?

Well, let me tell you, the party we attended was for the King Alpha; he was turning 55 and threw a bash where he invited all alphas from around the world, as well as kings and their families. My uncle Lucas Castell, the 2nd sorcerer king, my uncle Samuel, the vampire king, the king of the fairies, and the elf king. So, you can imagine how grand the celebration was; besides, the following day his eldest son would be crowned the new king.

My parents couldn't come, as my dad Kevin was just days away from giving birth, not wanting to leave the pack in case something went wrong. So, as his older children, it was our duty to attend and pay our respects and congratulations. That's where I caught her scent. I must say, when her scent reached me, I recognized it, knew she was my fated one; even my wolf recognized her, but I must admit, her scent wasn't as intoxicating as I had been told, as my father had described. I felt our bond, something drawing me to her, compelling me to seek her out. When I found her and she recognized me, I immediately took her hand and led her away from that noisy party, behaving like an animal as the only thing I did that night was fornicate with her. I thought I'd inquire all about her the next day.

But no, that didn't happen.

She left, and all I was left with was a note in my hand and a pain in my chest.

So, I decided to find her. I wouldn't let her do anything harmful to anyone I know.

The only way for her to become a queen was to find herself a king.

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