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The Beautiful Wolf

Melena's striking beauty brought nothing but tragedy, resulting in the massacre of her family and pack. After years of isolation fueled by guilt, hunger drives her into the territory of Alpha Alexander. A desperate escape leads her from a pit of alligators into the custody of his rival, Alpha Strider. Locked away, her hidden appearance is finally revealed to Alexander, igniting a dangerous obsession. As two powerful leaders clash over her fate, Melena remains a captive caught in a deadly game.
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Chapter 4

: Hungry and Naked

*MELENA*

I was fur-less and cold. Naked. I was no longer safe here.

I was no longer a predator where I was but prey.

I had to leave.

My long hair, which was no longer white as snow because of dirt, surrounds me.

I rolled over on my belly. I was unable to walk on two feet anymore. I was too much of a beast.

I crawl out of the cave, scared of anyone seeing me.

No longer within my wolf form, I was now a threat. I must find something to eat to strengthen my body so I can transform into my wolf form and conceal myself from predators, especially men, or once they see me, they too will want to claim me as theirs.

I made my way from the cave, crawling through bushes and towards the lake.

The ground towards the lake was muddy, and the water was undrinkable. I drank the water anyway. I was thirsty and had no choice but to drink it.

The front part of my body was now covered in dark, brown mud. I was even dirtier. I crawl around the lake in search of food. Something small, like a baby bird that had fallen from its nest or a burrow with lots of baby rabbits. I was too weak to hunt for something big or too fast.

I continue to crawl, searching for any food, but there is none.

Not paying attention to where I was going, I lost my balance and began rolling swiftly down a hill. I kept on rolling as if I were heading down an endless hill.

I had finally stopped rolling and found myself in a field with low, neatly cut grass. I looked up the hill where I was coming from and then looked back towards the neatly cut grass. There was a large white house sitting on a huge piece of land. A mansion.

I was surprised that all along, this place was right here, close to me.

I hid behind one of the large trees on the land. Concealing myself from anyone. I then roll into some nearby bushes. I lifted my head, sniffing to see if anyone was there, but no one was there.

I was happy. I could finally have something good to eat now, probably some fried chicken. I smiled.

I watched cautiously to see if anyone was coming. Who knows how long the owner of the house has been gone for, and I could not bear any trouble to be caught.

Not now.

I planned to steal some food swiftly to strengthen my body back into its wolf form and run toward safety.

I hid behind the bushes for about 5 minutes and left when it felt safe enough.

I crawl from the bush like a large iguana. I was too weak to move quickly.

My long hair pulls behind as I do.

All I could think of as I moved to the mansion was to do what I had to do quickly, without being discovered. Especially by men.

Finally, I was close to the white mansion. I saw an open window at the bottom of the mansion. I pushed myself through the window like a snake and landed flat onto my belly, hard.

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