His Alpha Queen

Chapter 1

Rosaliya's pov

'Any feedback from the council to our plea' I asked my beta. 'No alpha. They still reject to recognise our pack.' He said in a disappointed tone. 'I don't even know what we are doing wrong alpha. We have followed all the rules.' he said.

'Our pack is not the problem Steven. My gender is' I said. 'Dont say that alpha. Someday they will recognise our pack and even accept you as an alpha' my beta said while keeping the paperwork away. 'I will take my leave alpha. ' he said exiting my office. I stood up from my desk and looked outside the huge window at my pack. They were not just someone I saw as my subordinates but my family,my responsibility. I was happy to see how much they were flourishing by just giving them opportunities and a sense of stability for where they were living. I still remember the when I became their alpha.

Flashback(nine years ago):
I transformed back into my human form and collapsed down on the floor,nothing was left. Nothing,but bloodshed around me. I still remembered the stories my father used to tell from the time he was an alpha. He had left his pack and position a long back because my mother died during childbirth and I was not a male but instead a female werewolf. He tried to convince everyone that being an alpha requires brain, determination, intelligence,bravery and is not specific to any gender but instead his brother said that as he had a boy who can be an heir to the next alpha position with alpha blood my father was told to shut his mouth. My father ultimately decided to not live in a pack where his daughter would be humiliated on a regular basis and decided to leave and live outside the pack and raise me.

He raised me well. Although I missed having a mom dad did his best in everything he could. Teaching me how to fight,transform going ahead and teaching me social ethics and warfare. He believed if I ever wanted to be a part of the pack then I would be the best warrior ever. I chuckled at that back then and even now when I remembered it but tears started streaming down my eyes.

It was a good little life with me and my dad. Our little family. Our little world in the woods being independent when suddenly at night one day the door started ringing,loud urgent knocks were heard on the door.

My dad opened the door and there stood a young boy who looked exactly like the old beta who would visit my dad sometimes,just his younger version. 'Alpha Roy!!!' He said in a pleading Tone.

'Its just Roy now not alpha. I left it long back. What brings you here?' He asked in a worried tone. 'Our pack has been attacked. The standing alpha has been killed and his son the next heir has lost a lot of blood. There is no hope left alpha. We tried sending a plea to the other packs but our alpha,he had quarreled and waged wars on small petty matter with each one of them and right now none of them are coming to our aid. Rogues keep increasing alpha. My father is leading right now but we need a good commander please we request you come back.' He said trying to hold back tears.

My father gave me a look and said,'Rosaliya' 'Its okay dad,can I come with you too' I asked him. 'You are not going into the battlefield unless it's very important' he said. 'But dad I have protected our house many many time from rogues,I had fought twenty at once,not only that you have taught me warfare. I can come along with you' I told him.

'Rosaliya,you look exactly like your mother,I promised her to take care of you. I can't afford to lose her twice.' He said. I just sat down in defeat and said,'Take care dad. Come back soon' and gave him a huge hug, he kissed my forehead,and then went outside transformed into his huge magnificent white wolf and started running towards the pack in urgency followed by the beta's son.

I sat in our house clueless. Will dad be okay? Will he be fine? I knew he loved with all his heart,if it was not for his family politics and the council ignoring we would still be there. The common public still respected him a lot. They would keep bringing treats for me growing up. It was the reason we still lived near it. An hour or two passed like that.