Bloody Comeback Of My Alpha Mate

"Dad, tomorrow is the day we say our goodbyes." I murmur as a melancholic whisper emanates from the leaves. A clandestine figure glides through the bushes, leaving behind an aura of puzzlement. Holding Dad's jaw with care, a mixture of sweetness and sorrow colors my smile.

"You caught that, huh?" Dad interrupts, pulling my hand away from his jaw. Shifting his posture, he shoots me a stern glare when he realizes I'm not correcting myself.

"No joke, Dad. Tomorrow is the day we lay you to rest. It's happening today, and I'll miss you." I acknowledge.

"Dad, hold on." I plead, reaching out to touch his chin, but he dodges my attempt. A sharp pang hits my throat, and as I nearly slump, an unseen strength keeps me balanced. My familiar ghostly visitor, claiming to love me, is present here.

"He's meeting his end today." The voice echoes mysteriously. "Ensure it's his secret fate, shared only with him. If anyone else hears this, they too will be destined to be a part of this."

My heart races as I approach Dad, desperate to apologize and prevent him from revealing my plan for him to any other person.

"Dad, it was just a joke." I plead, pouting my lips. "Please, forgive me."

"You weren't joking. Smith needs to know about this. Are you mentally deranged?" Dad retorts, his concern superseded by a stern tone.

"Dad, I'm just 17, an underage werewolf." I explain. "Not deranged, just underage."

"What relevance does that have?" He fumes, sliding back as I subtly take a few steps forward to be closer to him.

"An expert keeper indeed." I chuckle softly as the door creaks open. Smith, the Beta, stands there, ignorant of the looming plan and secret that the ghost intends on keeping from him to spare him from becoming a victim as well.

I jiggle the doorknob and suddenly let out a piercing shriek, causing the firm hand on the door to drop. Smith escapes. Even Dad, startled, is now on the bare floor, crawling cautiously.

"You're aware I can end you right now?" I warn Dad, blood oozing from my eyes. It's not the usual red; it's a distinct green color.

"The Green Witch family." Dad remarks, evoking memories of Linda, who encouraged me to join a witch's meeting for protection and learn the ways of the craft.

"Not a witch." I clarify. "It's quite a sight to witness an Alpha on the ground due to his daughter's authoritative statements."

"That's not the issue, girl." He retorts, rubbing his eyes. "I sensed you're not part of this pack, nor are you in this pack."

"If I'm not in this pack, then who's doing the talking?" I bark, though deep down, I acknowledge his accuracy.

"You're two fold. A werepire. Your vampire spirit resides in the ghost world while you're here in your wolf form in the human world." Smith explains, reading from a sheet of paper. "Having known this, finding a mate in this world will be challenging. Die."

"No." Dad quickly intervenes. "That can't happen. We'll find a solution. Her late mother was a vampire and a witch, but look at me, I'm just a werewolf. We still got mated. In a way, I believe what you're saying, Smith."

I sigh. "Where did you get the information from, though?" Alpha Thompson, my Dad, inquires of his Beta.

"From the moon goddess, Alpha." He replies. "You can only contact the moon goddess if you have never killed a Blue Wolf."

"Who are blue wolves?" I coldly ask.

"Alphas of packs become blue wolves if they have up to one hundred warriors in their pack house. Those with fewer are called Green Wolves." Smith explains.