My Werewolf System

Chapter 1570: The Cursed Alpha

Jack had faced countless enemies on his path to becoming Alpha of the Red Wing Pack.

Beasts born from nightmares, monsters so strange that even if he tried to describe them, few would believe him. He had seen creatures twisted by magic, men possessed by madness, and ancient beings buried beneath the world.

But this, this was something new.

He had fought werewolves before, had trained and led many himself, and had seen how differently each evolved. Some grew massive, some fast, some learned to harden their skin or manipulate their bodies to use certain skills. But Rogan’s body, the way bones erupted from his flesh and grew like weapons, was unlike anything Jack had ever witnessed.

His eyes narrowed. “What are you supposed to be?” he asked. “Some kind of hybrid?”

Rogan’s lips curled back into a snarl. “You damned cursed Alpha!” he bellowed, his voice booming across the mountain. “I knew this day would come! I knew another one of you would appear to ruin everything!”

With a roar, Rogan thrust his hand out. A sharp crack split the air as a white spike of bone burst from his palm. He seized it with his bare hand, gripping it like a spear, then hurled it forward with terrifying force.

The spear split mid-air, fracturing into several jagged shards that whistled toward Jack.

Before they could reach him, Steve leapt in front, shield first. The shards slammed against it in a shower of sparks and bone dust, bouncing off harmlessly. The shield barely trembled.

Rogan froze, eyes narrowing. His attacks usually tore through metal, pierced armor, and shattered stone, but this shield hadn’t even dented.

‘What kind of weapon is that...?’ he thought, but his question was cut short.

A shadow passed overhead.

Jack had already leapt into the air, both hands gripping his massive sword. The sunlight glinted off the blade as he came down with the full force of his weight behind it. Rogan barely had time to react, he swung his arm up, and bone erupted from his forearm, encasing it in jagged white armor like a giant claw.

The two forces met.

CRACK!

The sound tore through the mountain. Jack’s sword smashed through the bone with a thunderous strike, shattering it like brittle glass. The impact didn’t stop there, energy exploded from the sword’s edge, sending a shockwave that slammed straight into Rogan’s chest.

He flew backward, crashing across the stone floor, his heels carving deep lines before he finally slammed into the far wall. The ground split from the impact, a jagged fissure stretching between them.

Jack landed lightly, lowering his sword. His golden armor glowed faintly from the energy discharge, as if reacting to the strength of his strikes.

But when the dust cleared, Rogan stood again. Blood dripped from shallow cuts on his chest, but underneath, there was no flesh, only white bone plating. His ribs gleamed like armor.

Jack’s brows lifted in intrigue. “What an interesting body,” he murmured.

Without hesitation, he lunged forward again. His sword cut through the air in wide arcs, faster than a weapon of that size should move. Rogan countered, launching volley after volley of bone shards from his hands like bullets. Jack twisted and deflected each one, the blade ringing with every clash.

Their movements blurred, gold against white, flesh against bone. Sparks flashed with every strike.

Jack closed the distance, slashing low. The blade connected with Rogan’s forearm. He felt the steel bite through flesh, but it didn’t go all the way. The cut stuck halfway in, wedged in something hard.

Bone.

With a sickening sound, more spikes burst from Rogan’s arm, growing rapidly, forcing the sword backward. Jack jumped away just as the bone erupted where he had stood moments before.

Still, as Steve watched from the side, his heart pounded in disbelief.

The two Alphas were fighting on a level he could hardly comprehend. Speed, strength, precision, Jack was overwhelming Rogan, driving him back with every clash.

“How... how is he this strong?” Steve muttered under his breath. “He’s faster... stronger than the last time I saw him.”

There was a reason for that.

Rogan had been powerful once, one of the strongest Alphas to survive the old trials. But that was years ago. Since then, he had grown comfortable, hidden away in his mountain sanctuary, untouched by the real dangers of the world. He hadn’t fought for his life in years.

Jack, on the other hand, never stopped.

Every day, he fought for his pack, for the Red Wing Kingdom, for the fragile peace they held. He had carried the weight of another man’s legacy, of the hero whose shoes he’d sworn to fill. His battles never ended, and his strength had only grown sharper because of it.

Steve realized that if there was ever a chance to end Rogan’s reign, this was it.

“Jack, now!” he shouted.

They moved together like hunters closing in on prey. Jack swung from the right, his sword flashing with golden light, while Steve charged from the left, his shield spinning through the air before slamming into place.

The two strikes hit simultaneously, one blade, one shield, crashing into Rogan’s arms. The impact cracked bone and flesh alike. Rogan’s howl echoed across the mountain as his body was thrown backward, smashing into the cliff wall.

The ground shook. Dust rained down from above.

Rogan staggered, blood streaming down both arms. The pack, which had been watching from the edges of the clearing, scrambled backward in shock.

“Stay back!” one of them shouted. “Move! Get out of the way!”

But Rogan wasn’t finished.

His eyes glowed brighter, burning red like molten lava. His breathing grew ragged, but his voice came out as a guttural roar.

“CILE!” he shouted.

From the far side of the clearing, a woman appeared, his Luna. Her expression was twisted with fear as she ran to him, her bare feet skidding on the dirt.

Rogan grabbed her by the head, his claws wrapping around her face. His blood dripped down onto her hair as he pulled her closer.

The air shifted.

Jack and Steve froze where they stood. They could feel it, his energy was changing, spiraling, darkening.

He wasn’t just calling for help. He was awakening something.

Rogan looked up at them through wild, bloodshot eyes.

“If you wanted to see what a true Alpha looks like...” he growled, his voice deep and distorted.

“...then I’ll show you.”

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