Alpha Prime: Her Retribution

Chapter Fifty Seven

“I brought you your favourite.”

Liam’s voice made me look up from the journal, I had struggled to come into work today and though I had several documents and files to go through, I found myself lacking the zeal to do so.

“You shouldn’t have.” I whispered, watching him place the paper bag on the table, he brought out a sandwich, waving it at my face.

“Made with love and extra spice.” He said before placing it before me. I forced a smile, staring at it.

“Thanks but I’m not hungry.” I replied, he huffed, taking a seat before me.

“Come on Addy, you’ve never said no to a sandwich, especially your favourite. Just have a bite.”

I sighed, placing the journal aside and unwrapping the sandwich, I didn’t understand why it didn’t appeal to me, but I took a bite to appease him.

“It’s nice, right?” He asked, I nodded.

“Yeah, thanks.” I mumbled, swallowing and taking another bite. It was insane how easily it was for me to lie these days.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He inquired, I looked at him, frowning.

“Yeah, why are you asking?”

He shrugged, staring at me, his blue eyes piercing as if trying to figure out what I was hiding.

“You just seem different, quiet… like there’s some sort of gloom surrounding you.” He explained.

If only you know Lili

I forced a chuckle.

“Gloom? You sound like some sort of seer.”

He chuckled.

“Maybe I am, who knows. But you know if anything is bothering you, you can tell me right?”

I nodded.

“I know.”

“Alright, I’ll let you be, see you later.”

“Thanks for the sandwich.” I replied, he smiled, got up and left. I watched as the door closed before I glanced at the sandwich, placing it back in the bag and keeping it aside. My eyes landed on the files in front of me, I should get to work but the allure of the journal pulled me to it and work was forgotten once more.

ENTRY TWENTY FOUR

Today, we laid Adar and Meira to rest. It was a day heavy with grief, the skies overcast as if the heavens themselves mourned their loss.

They were buried together, as they had lived—bound by love and loyalty, even in death. Their tomb lies deep within the heart of the palace of Eldoria, a place of honor reserved for its greatest rulers. Inside, a single sarcophagus was crafted for them, their names etched side by side, their hands intertwined as though even death could not separate them.

Adar’s sword was placed at his side, a testament to the warrior he was—a man who stood tall against the storm until his last breath. Meira’s favorite flowers, the wildflowers she had loved since she was a child, were gently laid around them. The sight of their joined hands, once warm with life, now still and lifeless, was almost too much to bear.

The people of Eldoria gathered to pay their respects, their faces marked with sorrow. They had lost not only their king and queen but also the hope that had kept them strong through these trying times. The weight of the loss was palpable, pressing down on us all.

As I stood there, watching the stone lid seal them away, the crowd dispersed and silence settled over the tomb, I felt the crushing solitude of my burden. They are gone. All of them—Alduin, Meira, and Adar. My family is no more, and I am left behind to carry the weight of their memories.

ENTRY TWENTY FIVE

I fear we have incurred the wrath of the gods.

It began shortly after Adar and Meira were laid to rest in their tomb. A sickness, dark and insidious, started to spread from their final resting place. At first, it was only the land around Eldoria—crops withered and died as if the very soil had turned to some sort of red ash. The lakes, once full of life, grew stagnant, their waters tainted with a vile rot. Soon after, wolves, once the pride of the kingdom, began to fall ill and perish, their coats matted and their eyes dull with suffering.

It didn’t take long for the disease to spread to the other kingdoms. None of the Kingdoms were spared, not even mine. The air itself seems thick with a lingering poison, a curse that tightens around everything it touches. The seas, once teeming with fish, now reek of death, and the crops across the lands have turned black and brittle. The wolves suffer, and all that was once vibrant and alive now seems to be dying.

Adlartok and Felipe called for a meeting, I relunctantly attended, wanting nothing to do with them after their henious acts but for my kingdom, I had to put my hatred aside. None of us had any solution to the matter, only frustration and fear as the rot spread through our lands.

There was no escaping it. No matter how many times we searched the land or consulted with our scholars, no cure could be found. It was as if the very life force of the kingdoms had been drained. The rot began in the tomb of Adar and Meira, but it had quickly consumed all of us.

In the end, we knew there was only one choice left: we had to seek the counsel of the Moon Goddess. Her power is the only force greater than the curse that has gripped our lands, the only hope we have left.

We decided to go to the sacred temple and call upin the goddess for guidance. I can only hope she will answer us for the fate of all wolves rests upon it.

ENTRY TWENTY SIX

The Moon Goddess has spoken.

We gathered at the sacred temple, as agreed, each of us uncertain of what awaited us. The air grew thick with tension as we awaited her arrival, in a wave of silver light, she appeared—her form ethereal, her presence both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

She did not give us an indepth explanation of the rot instead she told us it was the decay of our lands and time itself due to the death of Adar and Meira, I felt her disdain as she uttered their names, it was clear her hatred for them knew no bounds.

She offered us a solution, we were to leave our rotting world behind to a new world, untouched by the devastation, a new timeline, where we would have the opportunity to live again, to heal and rebuild. She would move us all, every kingdom, every wolf and life.

The rest of the wolf kings did not hesitate, they agreed immediately, their need for survival outweighing the weight of their pasts. But as I stood there, listening to the goddess’s offer, I felt a deep, aching sorrow. To lose the ones I had loved and lost, was a price too steep for me to bear. Yet, the alternative was worse—the rot would consume us all, and this world, with all its pain, would be lost forever and so I agreed for the sake of my Kingdom and its people.

She instructed us to gather all the survivors of rot into the temple, she would protect us from the rot as she created the new world. As I write this, I feel a sort of exhaustion creeping within my bones, claiming me. I do not know what will happen when I wake but I shall continue to document it.

ENTRY TWENTY SEVEN

I have awoken in a new world.

At first, it was as if I had merely awoken from a deep slumber but the goddess has revealed, we have all been asleep for half a millennia, it seems unreal to think so, asleep for 500 years yet I could remember everything that had happened in the old timeline as if I had fallen asleep not long ago.

This world is not like the one we left behind, it is vibrant, untouched by the decay and destruction that once plagued our lands. The sky above is clear, and the earth beneath my feet pulses with life.

Yet, despite the beauty and freshness of this world, there is an undeniable emptiness within me. The pain, the love, the loss wrecks me, the faces of my family, the faces of Meira and Adar, a constant reminder of what I have lost.

I have been given a new identity in this world, an Alpha Prime, akin to a Wolf King. The werewolves we met in this world are kind, though they know nothing of the world we came from. They do not see the burden I carry, though I can feel it pressing against my chest. I do not belong here, yet I am bound to this place, to this life, and they look up to me as their leader.

The other wolf kings, too, have taken on new lives, scattered across the continents, each an Alpha Prime like myself. For now, I live for the hope that this world, unlike the one we left behind, will find peace—peace that we, in our past lives, were never able to achieve.

ENTRY TWENTY EIGHT

I have found a mate, she reminds me of Meira’s mother, yet she is also different.

ENTRY TWENTY NINE

Adlartok and Bolin called for a meeting, a new plan has emerged from the ashes of our past. They believe the only way to avoid the possibility of the past repeating itself is to ensure Adar’s birth does not come to pass, as such they have decided to wage war against the vampires. Without them, Adar will not be born.

The decision weighs heavily upon me. War. Again. After everything I had already lost, after the devastation I had suffered, the other Alpha Primes believe that this is the only path forward. But I cannot shake the feeling that their thirst for power, their obsession with control. How many more lives will be lost? How much more blood must be spilled?

In addition to this war, there is another disturbing decision that has been made. All Primes have decided to raise their children away from each other, to ensure that what happened with Adar and Meira never happens again.

There is logic in this, the death of Meira and Adar—these things have left scars deeper than any war could inflict.

As I write this, we prepare for war with the vampires, I can only hope all goes well.

ENTRY THIRTY

My mate is with child as the war carries on, friends have turned to foe and I feel the guilt of participating in this persecution. I have convinced myself, maybe this is the best way forward, without the vampires, there will be no Adar and my daughter will live a long happy life, it is selfish of me, but what is a helpless father to do?

ENTRY THIRTY ONE

My daughter was born today.

Adelaide Silverstone, it seems a befitting name for her. She is small, delicate, and cries with the innocence of new life, but as I look upon her face, a wave of emotions crashes over me. Her features are so eerily similar to that of Meira, as though the goddess herself had decided to return her to me. My breath catches in my throat every time I look at her.

I hold her in my arms, and for a brief moment, I forget the emptiness that lingers inside me. My mate, the woman who now shares this life with me, smiles as she gazes at our daughter. She sees nothing unusual in the child, only the joy of a new beginning. But I feel deep within me that Adelaide’s birth is the beginning of something, whether it is good or not, I do not know.

ENTRY THIRTY TWO

The Moon Goddess came to me in the quiet of the night, her presence as overwhelming as ever, her words heavy with a weight I am struggling to bear.

She spoke of a child, Jacob… the son of the North American Alpha Prime, against all odds and our efforts, he had been born. She also revealed what I could hardly fathom—that Jacob, against all odds, is bound by fate to Adelaide, my own daughter.

My heart sank as she uttered her next words: The cycle that began with Adar and Meira will be repeated.

The past rose before me like a specter, haunting and relentless. Adar and Meira, their love and their loss. And now, the goddess says it will happen again. Jacob and Adelaide are the echoes of Adar and Meira, their lives tethered by the same threads of destiny, doomed to walk a path that could bring about destruction once more.

But the Moon goddess did not come merely to warn me. She came with instructions, a way to break this cycle before it begins anew. She told me I had a chance to alter the course of fate, she spoke of trials to come, of decisions that would weigh heavily on my soul. If I falter, she warned, the same devastation that claimed Adar and Meira will claim Jacob and Adelaide, and perhaps something even greater.

I cannot bear the thought of it. My daughter, tied to a fate so grim, and this boy—this Jacob—who should not even exist, yet somehow does, standing at the heart of it all. What am I to do? Eda has placed this burden upon me, and though I have carried many in my lifetime, this one feels insurmountable.

Still, I will not ignore her warning. I will watch Jacob and Adelaide closely, and I will follow the path the Moon Goddess has set for me, even if it leads to choices I cannot yet comprehend.

Destiny is a cruel master, but this time, I refuse to let it rule without question.

I slammed the journal shut, my breathing fast… just like Nanna Ur had said, Jacob and I had become mates in this timeline and Eda had approached my father to destroy the bond. I couldn’t even be angry with him for agreeing with her, he had seen Adar and I die

once but my anger towards the rest, it was explosive.

“You need to calm down Adelaide, this anger won't solve anything.” I mumbled, keeping the journal aside as I concentrated on the work before me.

*******

JACOB

“Prime?”

“Yes Tony?” I answered, not taking my eyes off the report I was working on.

“This week's shipment of blood is here.”

Why is he telling me this? He already knows what to do about it.

“What's the problem?” I asked.

“The storage is still full.”

I frowned, finally looking up at him.

“What?”

“The storage is still full.” He repeated.

How is that possible…

I glanced at the cabinet where I kept some decanters of blood and they were untouched.

This is strange…

I racked my brain trying to remember the last time I had felt the need to drink blood but I couldn’t remember.

“There's a second storage unit right? Just put them there.” I instructed, he nodded but didn't leave.

“Anything else?”

He pulled the chair and sat.

“What's going on Jacob? Ever since you and Adelaide came back from your trip, things have changed. Delilah tells me that Adelaide hasn't been eating, she has given instructions to the kitchen not to prepare a meal for her till further notice and I've also noticed you haven't been eating… So what exactly is the problem?”

I clenched my jaw, staring at him.

How was I going to tell him about everything? About how I had a life before this, how I lost my son, my unborn child, my wife and my life?

“It's fine, Tony. I've just been busy with work.” I answered, turning my attention back to work. He sighed and got to his feet before leaving. I glanced at the journal, my fingers itching to continue reading but reading everything from Charles’s perspective, the hatred I felt for him fizzled, replaced by a pain I had never felt before. He had been a father to me and I had spent the majority of my life as Jacob hating him.

*****

ADELAIDE

I walked into the house, exhausted, my body ached and all I craved was a soak in the tub. I winced as I rolled my aching shoulders. The house was unusually quiet as I made my way up the stairs to my room.

Opening the door, I flicked the lights on, my eyes landed on the sickly, red eyed man seated on the sofa. Recognition sparked in my eyes, the air left my lungs as my bags slipped out of my hands.

“Queen Meira, it is an honour to see you again.”