The Forbidden Beta

Canna P.O.V.Being a human and the daughter of an Alpha, I have no choice in where we relocate. Growing up in a bustling metropolis with recognizable buildings all around, our recent move to a small city nestled among the trees of an expansive forest was quite a change. Delhi is now unrecognizable compared to the big city that I once called home. Until now, I had never considered becoming a werewolf, but this new environment has me thinking differently.Hi, I'm Canna. In a few months, I'll be 18 and ready to shift. I can already feel the excitement building up inside me as I think about the transformation that's about to take place in a few months. I'm so eager to see what kind of wolf I'll become!As a female werewolf, it's natural for me to worry about how I will look. But I know that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes and that being a werewolf is about more than just appearance. It's about strength, agility, and resilience.With my Red hair, and blue eyes, and athletic build, I c

Canna P.O.V.As I woke up to the sound of thunder growling over the city, I quickly put on my coat and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, craving a hot cup of coffee to start my day. As I entered the kitchen, I saw my mother already busy brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The aroma of the coffee beans filled the kitchen, making my mouth water. I greeted my mother with a cheerful "Morning Mom," to which she replied with a warm smile and a "Morning Canna." She knew that coffee was always at the top of my to-do list every morning. My mother carefully took out a clean cup from the cabinet in front of her, knowing that I preferred my coffee in a particular mug. She then poured the hot coffee into the cup, and I could see the steam rising from the cup, making it look even more inviting. I took a sip of the coffee, and it was just as perfect as I had anticipated. The thunder may still be growling outside, but the warmth of the coffee and the comfort of my mother's presence made me feel at ea

Canna P.O.V.We made our way over to the bar to get something to drink before the event started. My sister chatted with the bartender, ordering our drinks, while I scanned the crowd for any sign of the mysterious man from earlier. Then I observed him entering the ballroom drenched, as if he had just emerged from the rain. He looked even more handsome than before, with his blond hair slicked back from his face and his sea-blue eyes sparkling in the light.But before he could enter the ballroom, I noticed, the brown-haired hunk with piercing blue eyes from school and the mall, grab him around the shoulders and pull him aside. They spoke briefly, their voices too low for me to hear, and then the brown-haired man led the other man up the stairs, and they disappeared from view.After getting our drinks, we made our way back to the ballroom. As we entered, my breath caught in my throat at the sheer grandeur of the place. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries that seemed to come a

Canna P.O.V.A few Months Later.After the day’s training, my father and I made our way down to the bunker for the last time. The air was thick with dust, and the only light came from the flickering candles against the wall. The darkness seemed to swallow us whole. The sound of my voice echoed through the small space, making me feel small and vulnerable. I could hear the sound of chains slamming against one another as my father pulled them to check if they were tight enough. The metallic sound filled the bunker and added to the growing sense of dread that was building inside me. I tried to push the fear away, knowing that I had to be strong for what was to come. The thought of the transition filled me with both excitement and fear, but I knew that I had to face it head-on. My father's reassuring presence gave me some comfort, but I knew that the coming days would test me in ways that I couldn't even imagine.The wind howled outside, and the small gaps in the bunker door allowed it to