I rose to my full height. I blinked with a smile, hands stained, hoping they would attack. And looked around. The males, naturally, were larger than my frame, while the females were smaller.

The body I abhorred the most is the dominant among the two sides; beast and parasite.

Inhaling and exhaling a harsh breath, head cocked to one side, listening... Waiting... Thrilled at the prospect of killing more. No one loved killing more than me. What was the use of the disobedient and resistant?

Either or dead and dead-dead.

I was perfectly in the mind to rip off the head of a female that dared challenge me or gut a male who threatened my rule.

I am not a queen, not yet at least. Forcing the rest of these alphas to bow before me one by one has yet to happen. Even though I am arrogant, I do have sense enough to realize that if they all join hands, a few may be maimed but I would, in the end, face utter defeat.

I would not back down if they dared, though.

I am an alpha! A female alpha that is hell bent on conquering this world. Who dares stop me should fall under my paws and be bitten to death.

“Zylia.” An alpha called. I stiffened, hearing that name. So lost in the Chaos of my mind after a kill I lost focus slightly, resulting in me not knowing which alpha dared to call the name of my mother sire.

Unable to move, my body, relaxing at a rapid pace. A sweet voice suddenly spoke through the sire link. ‘Dear, please relax.’

It was no other than the voice of my mother who broke my silver haze. I tilted my head in her direction and walked in the direction I had come from. When I took my seat, my eyes widened, and I gazed at my mother with a somewhat pleading gaze.

The eyes of my mother continued to stay on me. I shrank slightly. Inwardly, I pursed my lips, unable to even show such disrespect on my face. Mother is a born omega, but somehow she feels like a Dominant Selene-alpha. It is not like my mother would react badly, it’s more like an inherent fear of never making her disappointed in me.

My weakness. A weakness I could not hide. A weakness I

knew that can break me any moment, but I could not control it.

This is the female who carried me, the one who suffered to birth me after trying so many times.

I could never bare my fangs or claws at her. All because she is my mother.

It may seem strange, but it is what it is. Unable to hold back longer, I spat out the words in a placating tone, through the sire bond.

Becoming the obedient she-wolf once more.

‘Forgive me mother, but it was too much.’ I replied through the sire bond.

I whined as the air changed through the sire bond. It was quite annoying how such a large room was affecting me with these emotional changes, but I needed to calm my mother. She is like the air I need to breathe.

If she is upset, the results would be terrible.

That one time… it struck fear in me even to this day.

After a long pause, I heard the voice of my mother speak again. “I keep telling you that mates would be good for you. Selecting one now would be wise.” You would think she would at least pity her only pup and daughter by speaking through the sire link but nope. Mother did not speak through the sire bond, but out loud.

I felt horrified by this, praying for a hole to open up and swallow me, but nothing.

My head snapped to the side to look at my father-sire, hoping he would at least spare me one glance, just one. He continued to keep his head down not even bothering to look around.

I turned away from him and looked at my mother-sire imploringly, and spoke calmly. “Mother, this is not the place, please.”

Someone giggled, but I ignored it. Being violent again would probably end up in me being forced to find a mate before the meeting is concluded. Mother huffed, eyed me, and remained silent.

While father, when he did look at me, the result was him, an omega snarling at me, an alpha.

Anyone else would have been chewed on a bit or slapped around, but my father, I sat as meekly as I could, trying to be as calm as possible and focus again on the meeting.

Waiting for them to continue. The alphas from the cold areas spoke. White hair and Frost blue eyes made them attractive.

“Even though we alphas do not fully agree with what is being said, we have to admit that our species have fallen greatly.”

“Of course we have. My pack has over six hundred wolves, including pups, but ten she-wolves had died all because of their pups!”

The point of this meeting was in concern of me and the lack of females among wolves. It was a silent understanding that wolves did not breed outside our species, but with the continual drop of females being birthed seemed to be an alarming concern— to the point that there was a ratio of every one female to thirty males. If you compare that to other species who have hundreds of thousands, then it is not much. For wolves who have less than a hundred thousand, this is alarming. Especially when some females are losing their entire litter of pups.

“I have lost two young females who went into their first heat.

And six litters of pups. Born dead. One of the mothers

could not accept it. It had been her fourth try, she committed suicide along with her mate.” Hearing this coming from the Ikron Alpha, I bowed my head and said a few words as condolences.

My mom experienced that on several occasions before, only she did not give up and luckily I was born. Those who had tried breeding with other species were swiftly killed. The male or female they mated with were killed immediately when found and all mongrels produced from that union.

The alpha, who had not too long croaked, had abhorrently disagreed with the females, having several males as mates and mating with other immortals outside the wolf species. He is somewhat correct. I would have never thought of this idea if wolves had not fallen so far.