No Mercy: Greedy Alpha Don't Deserve to Live! Novel by Song Zeroes

He wasn t as obedient as his father?

My son’s death was ‘wasteful‘ ?

This witch poisoned my son to test wolfsbane on him?

I let out a hollow, bitter laugh. The weight of her words was too much to bear and the sheer absurdity of it all made her existence feel like a cruel joke.

Why had I ever bothered asking her questions? Why had I ever treated her as anything more than a monster?

This creature in front of me wasn’t my sister. She was nothing more than a twisted beast. If my son’s life meant nothing to her, then there was no reason for me to hold back anymore. “Sister?” Nayra asked with a nervous chuckle, eyes narrowing in uncertainty. “What the hell’s so funny? Have you finally gone mad?”

Ignoring her, I reached for the stake–shaped hairpin that held my hair in place, snapping it free. The moment it touched my wrist, it unfurled, soft and pliable, wrapping itself tightly around me like a living bracelet.

To everyone else, the Lunar Crystalis appeared as nothing more than a worn–out bronze hairpin, but I knew its true nature.

Grandma Tilde had secretly gifted it to me a week after the sacred stone ceremony, urging me to keep it hidden. I had cherished it ever since, more as a memento of her kindness than a source of power. But now, warmth surged from it, spreading through my veins. Energy I didn’t even realize I had lost came rushing back, filling the emptiness inside me.

“Thank you, Nayra,” I said, my voice cold, steady. “You‘ ve done me a favor. You‘ ve shattered any shred of goodwill I had left for you.”

The transformation began, slow and agonizing. I hadn‘ t shifted in so long that my body resisted, bones twisting and cracking into place. My muscles burned as they expanded, fur sprouting like wildfire across my skin.

The Lunar Crystalis pulsed with power, fusing itself with my very being. Every nerve lit up as I embraced the strength of the wolf, the clarity of heightened senses sharpening the world around me. Black fur rippled over my body, cloaking me in darkness. My vision sharpened, piercing through the shadows. I could feel the surge of raw power coursing through every fiber of my being, my instincts heightened, my senses alive to every sound, scent, and movement around me.” Nayra’s smirk faltered as she took a step back. “What-”

Before she could finish, I launched myself at her with a feral roar. “I‘ ll make you pay!” I snarled, sinking my teeth deep into her shoulder.

Before I could sink my teeth into Nayra, the hooded man suddenly appeared between us, blocking me with his arm. His speed was unnatural, almost like he had teleported. He shoved me back, preventing the bite.

“So, it was that stupid hairpin all along!” Nayra snarled, shifting into her wolf form with a fierce howl that echoed through the night.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

I seized the moment. With a swift movement, I tripped the hooded man, using his momentum against him. As he stumbled, I hurled him toward Nayra with all the strength the Lunar Crystalis had given me.

Nayra barely dodged, leaping to the side just in time. Her eyes blazed with fury as she charged at me. We collided with savage intensity, our battle neck and neck. My newfound strength made me faster and more agile than I d ever imagined. Every swipe of my claws, every snap of my jaws, was fueled · by the raw power of the Crystalis, and Nayra’s gray wolf form struggled to keep pace.

“Imagine losing your son to an ugly hairpin,” Nayra taunted as we grappled, locked in a deadly struggle. Her claws dug into my fur as we fought for dominance, muscles straining. “You should‘ ve made it obvious! You could have spared him the pain!”

“Shut. The. Hell. Up!” I growled, feeling my power surge as I began to overpower her, forcing her back.

Suddenly, a flash of gray light streaked toward me. I barely registered it before it hit, a searing pain ripping through my side. I yelped, my legs giving way as the force sent me and Nayra tumbling down a few paces toward the riverbed.

Nayra was caught off guard, her grip loosening. I quickly shifted, using her as a shield against the incoming energy blasts. Another streak of light hit her instead, and she let out a pained snarl. With all my strength, I threw her off me and scrambled to my feet, my mind racing.

I had to get out of here. Fast.

That hooded guy was an actual sorcerer!

Bolts of gray fight whizzed past me as I ran, the air crackling with magic. My front leg faltered, the pain from the earlier hit radiating through my shoulder.

Blood dripped from the wound, and I could feel my strength waning, but I couldn’t stop now. Every instinct screamed at me to keep moving, to survive.

I wasn’t going to let Nayra–or that sorcerer–finish what they’d started.

Though I held the power of the sacred stone, it had been years since I’d used my wolf form. My movements were uncoordinated, far from the agility I once had in my youth,

In a moment of distraction, a sharp, searing pain tore through me. The gray light struck like a bolt of pure agony, sending me flying several feet, dangerously close to the rushing river. My body crashed hard against the ground, the force knocking the breath from my lungs.

A strange, cracking sound reached my ears as I hit the dirt. Gasping, I glanced down at the Lunar Crystalis wrapped around my wrist, Horror gripped me–the once flawless pearly ornament had cracked, shards of it missing. I could feel its power flickering, unstable.

Through the haze of pain, I saw Nayra snatch up the broken pieces of the sacred stone. My eyes widened as she chanted words in an ancient tongue, one I didn’t recognize. To my shock, the shattered fragments reacted to her. Power coursed through them, lighting up in her hands. But, wasn’t the Crystalis supposed to respond only to its chosen wielder…

But I didn’t have time to process the impossible. The cracks in the stone must have weakened its bond to me, and now, Nayra had tapped into some of its power. I could sense it–she was growing stronger by the second.

Desperation clawed at me. With no other choice, I rolled toward the river, letting its fierce current sweep me away.

I plunged into the icy water, barely managing to keep my head above the surface as it pulled me downstream. The cold was biting, and I fought to stay afloat, gasping for breath.

Behind me, I could hear the hiss of energy blasts hitting the water, close enough to make the river ripple and churn around me. The sorcerer was still attacking.

Eventually, the attack sounds subsided.

I struggled to slow my movements, trying to stay alive as the river carried me further away from them. Survival was all I could focus on now.

I needed to live.

I refused to die before Nayra pay for what she did!