The Supreme Alpha

Author's note: This is from Serina's point of view

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I gaped at the person who looked exactly as my Duke, in jeans and a white polo t-shirt, with his hair ruffling in the wind, but I knew that was not my Duke.

Once I snapped out of my daze, I realized that Duke's wolf was speaking eloquently, and he had enough control to take Duke's form. Sure, in this environment, physical form doesn't really matter, but it would be natural for Duke's wolf to see himself in his original form, and changing it takes a considerable mental presence.

I already knew that his Alpha aura was overwhelming and that his physical strength was tremendous, but this confirmed that Duke's wolf was not an ignorant feral animal.

He knew my name, so either Duke told him, or he had access to Duke's memories, at least to some extent.

Why did he act the way he did when he woke up?

Why didn't he say something?

Why did he attack Fynn and Lazarus? Would I be next?

The next flash of lightning revealed his surprised expression.

"How do you know I'm not him?", he asked.

Yeah, like I'm going to tell you. "Where is Mateo?"

"He is here…", he said stiffly. "Somewhere."

Should I believe him?

He took a step toward me, and I fought my instinct to step back.

There was no point in running away or hiding. This was his and Duke's mind and even though I didn't know how much control he had at this point, it was definitely more than what I had, and he didn't attack me the moment he saw me, so… I put on a brave front.

He stopped when I was within his arm's reach and hummed ambiguously. "I don't know how you got here, but now that you are here, we should call the pipsqueak to join us, don't you think so?"

My heart fluttered. This time, I believed him. Duke was here. Alive. I was not too late.

The bad thing was that he called my Duke a pipsqueak and I didn't miss his condescending tone.

He turned away from me and shouted into the distance, "Look who came to visit us! Should I have fun with her, or will you come to save her?"

He said that Duke should save me, but I didn't feel like I was in danger.

I noticed changes in the environment as he approached me. The howling winds stopped, and the clouds scattered, allowing for the stars and the moon to cast light on us. That should mean something.

"What's your name?", I asked, and he turned toward me.

"Take a guess."

I was hurt by the fact that he didn't want to tell me his name. Lazarus was quick to tell me that his wolf's name is Alex, yet here is Duke (or Duke's wolf), doubting me.

"Are you afraid I will cast a spell on you?"

He narrowed his eyes at me but didn't say anything.

"Why are you not in your wolf form?", I asked my next question.

"How else are we going to talk?"

"You want to talk?"

He clicked his tongue impatiently. "Is that how you want me? In the wolf form so that you can talk, and I need to listen?"

I didn't understand from where that snarky remark came.

"That's not what I meant.", I said.

"What did you mean?"

What did I mean? "I remember seeing you a few months ago, you were in here, sleeping, in the form of a majestic black wolf and I was hoping to see you again. There is nothing more to it."

He regarded me for a few moments in silence, like he was weighing if he will believe my words or not, but he didn't respond.

Duke's wolf gestured behind me and there was a table with two chairs.

I was confused. Did he really want us to sit and talk?

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Some things didn't add up. Why was he polite to me? He attacked Lazarus and Fynn, and who knows what he did to Duke.

Is it because I'm a female? No. Wolves are not gentlemen. They respect strength, regardless of gender.

OK. He was not really polite or respectful, but he was not dismissing me either.

As a Supreme Alpha, Duke's wolf should either ignore me or expect me to submit, yet he did neither.

I decided to test something.

I turned on my heel and made a step haphazardly. The debris crunched under my foot, and I lost balance.

I closed my eyes, ready for the impact, but in the next moment, a pair of strong arms supported me.

There was a flash of complete stillness when our eyes met, and I knew.

"Get your hands off her!", Duke roared as he rushed toward us.

"No! Duke!" I shouted as I placed myself in front of Duke's wolf, facing Duke.

Duke stopped in his tracks and looked at me in disbelief. "You are defending him?"

"He won't hurt me.", I said as I walked to Duke's side while visually inspecting his condition.

His clothes were tattered. He was dirty and covered in bruises and cuts, and his hair was a mess, but otherwise, he seemed fine.

Duke wrapped his arms around me the moment I was in the touching distance, but his glare never left Duke-copy.

"How do you know he won't harm you?", Duke asked me.

I turned to look at Duke's wolf and I could see his eyes frosting with malice which only reinforced my belief, "He won't hurt me because… I am his mate."

"How do you…?" Duke's wolf didn't finish this question. He snorted. "That doesn't change anything."

I disagreed. "It does." It changes everything.

With this, I knew that he won't harm me. Harming me would be equal to harming himself.

Duke's wolf attacked Fynn and Lazarus because they stood in front of me when he wanted to approach me. He saw them as an obstacle.

Of course, there was a concern in him not claiming me as his right away, but I decided to worry about that later.

Finding out that I'm Duke's mate should come as a relief, a confirmation that Duke and I are destined to be together forever, but the suffocating knot in my chest increased because Duke's wolf was hostile toward Duke, creating this situation as me being caught between my two lovers.

Can I look at Duke's wolf as my lover? Until yesterday, I was confident how I will be able to, but now that he appeared as a completely different entity, I realized that I was wrong. He was a stranger. A handsome one, a spitting image of the love of my life, but that was not enough. I fell for much more than just Duke's good looks.

I wanted to ease up this tangible tension, but for that, I needed to understand the situation.

"How about the two of you tell me what's going on here?"

Duke's wolf snorted and I reminded him, "I thought you wanted to talk."

He glared at Duke's arms that were still around me and I realized that I need to keep my distance from my lover because alter ego of my lover didn't like when my lover touched me.

This was getting more awkward by the minute.

I looked at the table with two chairs that were only a few steps away and thought how it would be good to sit. It's not that the legs of our mental projections can get achy, but it was a symbol of how we will have a peaceful conversation. Hopefully.

I glanced at Duke's wolf. "Do you mind adding another chair?"

"Don't ask him for anything.", Duke said stiffly and when I looked at the table, there was one chair and one bench.

Duke gestured toward the bench for me to sit, obviously planning to join me.

I hesitated. Yes, I wanted to snuggle with Duke, but I had a feeling that will only enrage Duke's wolf, and now the priority was to calm down two halves of the man I love.

"A chair, please.", I said to Duke, and Duke's handsome eyebrow arched in disapproval, but the bench shimmered into nothing before two chairs popped in its place.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that Duke had this level of control. I feared that his wolf took over his mind, but now it didn't look like it. Or did my presence make the difference?

I sat first, followed by Duke on my left, and his wolf on my right.

Duke was looking fine now, wearing jeans and a white polo t-shirt, and I took a mental note that Duke and his wolf wore matching clothes.

I asked Duke, "Why does this place look like a battlefield?"

"Because someone woke up cranky.", Duke said, and the surroundings changed into a meadow as the night morphed into a nice sunny day.

Duke's wolf snorted. "Cranky? Would you rather that I bow my head and call you master?"

"No.", Duke responded stiffly. "But I didn't expect you jumping to bite my head off either!"

Both Duke and his wolf were on their feet, glaring at each other and I panicked.

"Stop! Stop!", I exclaimed because I could feel this getting out of control quickly. "Let's all sit. Please."

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