Her Dark Lycan novel prologue

"Yes alpha, the pack has been finished, though i must say Alpha Josh did put up a fight," the new pack member reported, standing at attention in front of their alpha, as he stood in front of the glass windows, his back to them, staring out at the dark cloudy skies, ones in likeness to his soul, dark, dark and angry.

As the rumbling of the clouds indicated that a storm was soon to come, as their alpha stood straight, the broad expanse of his shoulders blocking their view of what was outside, and his tall frame of 6'3 didn't help either, as he wore a dark suit, his entire look sharp.

His hands behind his back, showing light glimpses of the many tattoos that were hidden under his jacket, as the fabric around his arms stretched, trying to hold in the rippling muscle underneath that threatened to break free.

His hair, ended right above his nape, as they looked messy from him running his rough tan hands through them.

He then turned around, assessing his warriors that had brought them news, both of them were in their 20's tall and built, but they couldn't compare to their alpha.

His hair was in likeness to his thick brows, dark, as dark as midnight, as dark as a starless night sky. While his features were sharp and hard, his jaw was square and chiseled, with a light stubble on it, his cheekbones were high and wide, his nose straight, his lips firm and full, and his skin tan.

His penetrating gaze left the best of men trembling under his dark gaze.

"Is there anything else alpha?" The warrior asked, trying to keep his voice strong.

"Was there anything else that needed my attention?" He asked, his voice deep and rich, carrying authority in it.

It was then that the curious new pack member lifted his gaze, and for the first time looked into his alphas eyes,

They say eyes are the window to the soul, the trembling warrior didn't know what to say after he looked into his superiors eyes.

One of his eye was a dark glacier blue, like looking into the depths of the ocean, like being drowned by tidal waves, the iris had a thin black ring surrounding it, like that of darkness surrounding the silver of the moon. The other however, was a warm green with flecks of gold around the pupil, the kind of gold that looked like droplets of the sun. Ice and fire, such beautiful contradictions, and they were staring right at the frozen warrior, waiting for his answer.

His eyes framed by thick and dark lashes, adding to his allure.

The other warrior next to him, cleared his throat to get the attention of his new friend who seemed to be rooted to his place and tongue tied, to save himself from the impatient alphas wrath, he answered for his dear friend instead,

"No alpha, that was all," he said, his head slightly bent with respect.

The alpha nodded curtly and both the warriors left.

Dante Enzo Salvatore, alpha of the Dark Crescent pack, one of the most biggest and fiercest pack ever known, feared by all.

After the death of his parents, at the age of 19, he took the rightful place as alpha, with his own blood and sweat he raised the pack to what it was now, he was dark, cold and ruthless, now at the age of 28 he was still mateless, some called it a curse for his dark doings, destroying packs who didn't do as he wished. He was also a lycan.

The alpha only believed in a few things and love, was not one of them. He gave up on ever finding a mate, he never wanted one.