My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Chapter 279: Alpha.

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The sound of the wind cut through the ears of the man in front, who deftly dodged a swift swipe of claws. A strange clash was unfolding before the attentive eyes of anxious spectators: two werewolves from the same pack were in a fierce battle, using their own claws as weapons. The tension in the air was palpable, and the sound of the clash echoed like muffled thunder.

"You! I warned you several times not to go against the rules!" The larger wolf, with golden fur gleaming in the light, exclaimed as he delivered a powerful punch to the smaller wolf. Although significantly smaller in stature, the smaller wolf resisted with fierce determination. The size difference seemed irrelevant in the face of the indomitable will emanating from his eyes.

"You! Dare to say I broke the rules? Your impatience created this shitty situation!" The smaller wolf shouted, gripping his opponent's hands firmly in a seemingly endless struggle of strength. The words carried intense emotional weight, echoing through the environment like distant thunder. And, at that moment, the old saying became increasingly real...

Size doesn't equal strength.

With the power of his firm feet and legs, the smaller wolf began to push the larger one back little by little. The determination in his eyes was unwavering, and each step he took seemed to carry the weight of an inevitable destiny. The spectators, in turn, watched with astonished looks and uneasy whispers.

"Those two... what the hell happened for them to want to continue this pointless dispute?" murmured one of the observers, incredulity evident in his voice. The reasons behind the fierce fight were a mystery, but the intensity of the confrontation made it clear that something much deeper was at stake.

With each movement, the fight grew fiercer. The wolves exchanged blows with impressive speed and force, and the sound of claws tearing through the air and flesh was almost deafening. The larger wolf, with his brute strength, tried to dominate the smaller opponent with merciless attacks, while the smaller wolf, agile and strategic, counterattacked with calculated precision.

It was a deadly dance, a display of power and endurance.

The eyes of the group's spectators were fixed on the battle, unable to look away, despite knowing it would lead to nothing... it seemed serious... Each of them felt the growing tension; they were not joking, as if the very ground trembled under the intensity of the fight. The wolves' roars echoed across the field, reverberating through the trees and the earth, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.

Adrenaline flowed freely, both for the combatants and the observers.

"They don't seem to be..." one murmured, and the other continued, "Fighting seriously..." Sounds of people came from behind them as they continued to watch.

Suddenly, the larger wolf landed a devastating blow, throwing the smaller wolf to the ground with brutal force.

Silence took over the environment for a moment that felt eternal. But the smaller wolf, with unwavering determination, got up again, his eyes blazing with indomitable fury. "Damn it…" he murmured, realizing it wouldn't be easy to defeat him. He was not willing to give up, no matter how injured he was, even if it meant death...

"Enough! This isn't going to solve anything!" shouted a voice from the crowd, but it was ignored. The fight continued, growing more intense, with the wolves now panting but not giving an inch. The ground around them was marked by their frantic movements, and the air seemed to vibrate with the energy of the confrontation.

And then, suddenly, a powerful shout cut through the air like thunder: "STOP!"

The voice was unmistakable, filled with authority and power. All eyes turned to the imposing figure emerging from the shadows. It was an Alpha Wolf... the leader of that specific group. He walked to the center of the confrontation, his stern and unyielding gaze moving from one wolf to the other. The ensuing silence was absolute, each wolf present feeling the weight of their leader's presence.

"This is an order," he growled, his voice as firm as steel. "This dispute ends now. I will not tolerate this insubordination. What happened here?" he questioned in an authoritative tone...

"He was insulting me, Leader," the larger wolf said, looking like a loyal pup before his leader. "Hmm?" the Alpha questioned the smaller wolf...

The smaller wolf took a deep breath, his body still tense from the recent confrontation. "Leader, I was just trying to… show the truth. He acts impulsively, putting us all at risk."

The larger wolf growled in response, but a stern look from the Alpha silenced him. "Impulsivity and comments… it seems both of you have much to explain," the leader said, his voice heavy with disappointment and frustration. "We're in a critical moment, and the last thing we need is disunity among us. The war is still ongoing, and that wretched woman has declared total war.

And I don't have time for you idiots." He turned, seeing the other wolves remain silent, watching the scene with attention, as if they wanted him to correct this attitude. He sighed deeply and turned back to the two who were still glaring at each other.

"You," the Alpha pointed at the smaller wolf, "explain yourself first."

"I only questioned his decisions, Leader. He led us into an ambush during the last hunt for the rebels. We lost members because of his recklessness." The smaller wolf maintained his stance firmly, even in front of someone much stronger.

The Alpha frowned, his gaze shifting to the larger wolf. "And you, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

The larger wolf hesitated for a moment before responding. "I did what I thought was best for the pack. I can't predict all threats. But I won't tolerate being challenged by him like this, especially in front of everyone."

The Alpha sighed, his expression now more contemplative. "Both of you have valid points. However, resolving our differences with violence only weakens our pack. We need unity, not divisions."

He looked from one to the other, his stern expression softening slightly. "This fight ends here and now. Any further disputes will be dealt with appropriately. And if anyone challenges my orders again, there will be consequences."

The two wolves nodded, still breathing heavily but clearly aware of the gravity of the situation. The Alpha then turned to the gathered pack, his voice echoing with firmness and authority.

"You all heard. I will not tolerate any more internal conflicts. We need to be united, strong, and focused. Anything less will lead to our ruin. Is that understood?"

"Alexander." After seeing the pack's agreement, a female werewolf appeared at the scene. "We have some information for you, General," she said, bowing slightly and handing him a folder. "What's this?" he questioned, noticing it was marked as confidential.

"Rebel activity in Ashkaj, Harnith, and Azarhat," she continued after a brief pause.

"Vampire activity in the Kingdom… Coming from the desert following the province of Kakja… High-ranking vampires, our information has already identified their origins, members of the Scarlet Valkyries from…" She murmured, and Alexander completed, "Valentina Scarlet…" He thought for a few seconds; he didn't like vampires, but this problem was even worse than mere dislike.

"That's all?" he asked after the moment of silence. He wanted more detailed information, but... it wasn't possible. "We haven't identified anything else... Any army force that has disturbed this group of women has simply vanished without a trace. We lost six groups in the last six weeks...

I considered letting it go and focusing only on the war, but... it seems the demonic invasion is more problematic than ever," she said, turning to a direction where the tree Siren had disintegrated with a single blow still showed the mark of the cut in the air.

"I understand, thank you, Natasha… What about the meeting of the rulers? Has the old man decided to go, or will he remain in that woman's hands for longer?" Alexander inquired, looking at the same spot as she was. "If I were you, I'd show more respect to Lady Fenrir.

She is only behind her father and is helping the King as much as she can, unlike that filthy bitch who chose to rebel," Natasha concluded.

"I see, so you support that unknown woman… I hope it proves to be beneficial. That union... is strange," Alexander said. "If I were you, I'd be worried about something else," Natasha replied. As the royal secretary, she had many things on her mind and various small hints of what was to come. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, widening his eyes and studying the woman's features. Explore more stories at m,v l'e-NovelFire

"As a general, you must be summoned. During all Ruler Meetings, besides the ruler, one of their aides will also attend, even if just as a formality. I recommend you stay alert so you don't end up dead," she said as she turned and began to leave.

"Me? Die? Spare me," Alexander said confidently. "Who would kill me at a silly meeting?" he questioned again.

"I repeat, if I were you, I'd worry about other things. After all, the man you tried to kill and did succeed, suddenly came back to life after ten years. Do you really think he'll forget?" Natasha questioned, but Alexander remained indifferent. "So, you're not taking it seriously… well, you'll see him at the meeting," Natasha said.

"What? What do you mean I'll see him at the meeting?" he asked, and she smiled back at him. "It seems you've been too focused on the war. Ethan Smith was coldly murdered by Dante Scarlet, and, of course… now being in possession of the Western Empress, which makes him the Emperor," she said, leaving the scene before he could think more about it.

"Ten-year grudge, huh... Well, Ethan was a greedy cockroach, I'm not scared at all... But damn, how did I miss this? I am really obsessed with the war," he said nonchalantly as he returned to his group. "We need to exterminate some rebels, let's head to Ashkaj."