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The Alpha of Wealth
In the western part of Country R lay a city that symbolized Wealth — a glittering empire that ruled over every other city and town beneath it.
At its core stood City W, the jewel of the nation, home to power, prosperity, and the most dominant species of all — the Lycanthropes.
And in the grandest town of City W, Ilizue, resided the most feared and revered of them all — Alpha Horace Donovan.
He was a legend long before he became an Alpha.
The strongest, most ruthless, and dangerously handsome Lycan alive. His name alone commanded respect — and fear. Horace was a man who could kill without flinching, his rage cold and calculated. Those who defied him met a quick, merciless end… just as his grandfather had taught him.
His presence alone was enough to silence a room. His aura — dark, intimidating, and intoxicating — drew admiration from afar. Few dared approach him; many desired him, but even more feared him.
Horace was a masterpiece sculpted by the gods — tall, broad-shouldered, and dangerously alluring. His raven-black hair caught the wind that slipped through his office window, some strands resting rebelliously across his forehead. His sharp jawline, proud nose, and lips — soft and perfectly shaped — could make even the most composed woman lose her breath.
He wore power like a second skin.
An immaculate black suit clung to his frame, emphasizing every chiseled line of his body. His dark eyes, deep and captivating, held a storm of emotions buried behind a stoic mask.
He glanced at his wristwatch — half past two. He was waiting for someone.
Across the room, his Beta, Xavier, paced restlessly.
"I don't think I can keep up with these lies anymore, Horace," he sighed, holding up his phone. "He's been calling nonstop. The King's desperate to see you. You can't keep avoiding him."
Horace's eyes flicked toward him, cold and unbothered. "He should let me rest. He has his mate with him," he replied flatly, his deep voice laced with fatigue. "You know I hate going home."
Xavier exhaled softly and stepped closer. "Your Highness, you can't avoid him forever. He's your grandfather — your King. You're his heir. The future Alpha King of the Lycans."
A heavy silence fell.
"I know the castle reminds you of them," Xavier continued, lowering his tone. "Your parents… your brother. But you can't live in the shadow of pain forever."
Horace's jaw tightened. "I won't rest until I have my revenge."
Xavier bowed his head. "And I'll stand beside you until that day comes, Alpha."
The air thickened with unspoken grief.
Memories of Prince Ezekiel Donovan, his elder brother, flickered through Horace's mind — the laughter, the training sessions, the war that tore everything apart.
During the First War — a bloody conflict between gods, devils, and all supernatural races — King Donovan Caecilus lost his only son, Alpha Bethel Donovan, along with his mate, Luna Eyvlin, and their firstborn, Prince Ezekiel. Only the younger son, Horace, survived.
The King took him in, raised him, trained him in both business and battle. To the King, Horace was not just an heir — he was the key to his heart.
But tragedy changes men.
Horace grew cold, distant — his only confidants being the King himself and his Beta, Xavier.
After the war, the Moon Goddess rewarded the Lycans for their loyalty and bravery. She blessed the Donovans' bloodline, making them the most powerful and feared among all. Horace inherited that legacy — along with the pain that came with it.
Now, centuries later, he ruled with absolute control — power, money, and influence at his feet. The Donovan name commanded both fear and envy.
And yet, beneath all that — he remained mateless.
Hundreds of years, and still no destined partner. The absence gnawed at him, though he'd never admit it. He took women when he needed to — actresses, socialites, anyone who dared tempt fate by getting close. But none could quiet the storm in his soul.
Then came Aracely Grusus — the proud granddaughter of Alpha Litus Grusus, his grandfather's oldest friend. Beautiful, cunning, and ambitious. Their relationship was more alliance than affection — a bond formed by duty, not destiny.
Horace despised the idea of being matched, but with no mate and pressure from the King, he gave in.
Just as his thoughts darkened, the door to his office burst open with a loud bang.
"Woo-hoo! The Gamma is back, boys!"
In swaggered Kai, his ever-energetic Gamma, arms stretched wide and grin devilish.
Horace didn't even flinch — he'd expected this.
With a composed smirk, he sank back into his luxurious Aresline Xten chair, resting his chin on his fist as he watched the chaos unfold.
"I need a hug!" Kai announced dramatically, heading straight for Xavier.
Xavier groaned. "Not again, Kai—"
But it was already too late.
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📖 ✨Author's Note
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—[Divine