My Lovely Twin Alpha

Samantha's POV:

“I will complete the final stage of your reincarnation with my blood.” The dwarf said, with an evil grin I failed to see. “In return, you will give me your loyalty, honesty, and obedience. One day, when the time is right, I will ask for a sacrifice, and you must not refuse.”

I swallowed hard, consumed by fear, grief, anger, and bitterness.

But my rage clouded my judgement, and I agreed to his terms.

With a swift motion, he pricked my finger with his claws, drawing blood. He then pierced his finger, and our blood mingled together, sealing the deal.

I felt a surge of energy course through my veins, and my body began to glow faintly. My senses grew sharper, and my strength increased. I could hear the voices of no one in particular, and I could see anything.

I knew it without being told: I was no longer the weak, vulnerable Omega.

I was now a powerful hybrid. Part demon, part wolf.

I was reborn, reincarnated, and ready to take revenge on those who had wronged me.

The dwarf’s grin grew wider. “Lest I forget, I am no dwarf. I am a demon lord, the most powerful that ever existed. And as my chosen one, you must follow me down to Hell.”

I froze, shocked by his confession. “A demon lord? Aren't you a dwarf elf?”

It was at that moment that I realized why he had been grinning like a fool all this while.

Demons and werewolves don't mix well.

Werewolves hate demons.

For as long as I could remember, Alpha Kelvin has been searching for the true Alpha, the one destined to exterminate demons and become the only true king of wolves.

Alpha Kelvin was a forerunner Alpha, and it was his job to serve the true Alpha.

But for years now, the True Alpha has not been found.

“Does this mean I'm also a demon now?” I asked with raised brows.

“Not quite. You are a hybrid, a dangerous one. A rare mix of werewolf and demon. And I can also sense powerful witch blood in you. You're now a powerful being with the strength and ferocity of a wolf, the cunning of demons, and the magic of witches. The world won't know whether to worship you or fear you.” He said, eyeing me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

“You're not a full demon yet. But you have the potential to become one. And that would require a complete surrender to your darker nature. We must go to Hell and awaken your dark side.”

The mysterious force holding me down suddenly disappeared, and I watched my new body float from the corpse I once inhabited.

The demon lord beckoned me to follow him, and I did. We left the abyss, floating as we journeyed through a dark and winding tunnel.

The air grew hotter, and the smell of brimstone filled my nostrils. We were descending into the depths of hell, and I could sense the power of the demon lord growing stronger with every flight.

The fiery gates of Hell swung open, and finally, we arrived at a great throne room, filled with demons and other creatures of the underworld. They all bowed at his return.

Right in front of me, the demon lord transformed from a dwarf to his true self.

He stood before me, and his skin seemed to glow in the dim light.

His sharp horns and pointed tail only added to his intimidating presence.

His eyes were no longer blue but were instead of burning fire, and his snarling face revealed razor-sharp teeth.

A large silver pentagram pendant hung from his chest, symbolizing his mastery over the dark arts.

Fire and darkness danced at his fingertips, and I felt a chill run down my spine as his gaze locked onto mine. I knew I was in the presence of a being of great power and evil.

A slender demoness suddenly emerged from behind me. Her skin shimmered like polished shoes, and her eyes burned with an inner green fire.

I later got to know her name was Lyra, the demon lord's assistant.

She bowed in greeting. “Welcome home, master. I hope your mission was successful?” Her gaze darted towards me.

“Indeed, Lyra, it was. Here's our guest, Samantha. She has a lot to learn and see,” he said, gesturing towards me. I smirked mischievously.

Lyra’s gaze turned to me again, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I see. I shall prepare her chambers at once.”

“See to it! And summon the council. We have a new player in our game of power,” the demon lord said, grinning.

Lyra nodded, and as she turned to lead me away, a young man, probably in his mid-twenties, appeared in front of us.

He was tall, with a broad and stocky frame. His limbs, both arms and legs, were thick and muscular, reflecting his strength.

He was very handsome to behold, and he had the demon lord's burning eyes.

His hair was red and long, and he looked like a demon prince, radiating an aura of malevolence and wickedness.

A cunning smirk was on his lips, making me bite my lower lip involuntarily.

I was so lost staring at him that I failed to notice his eyes were ravishing my body.

“Master Frank, I will send the wicked sinners to your department as soon as I'm done showing our guest around,” Lyra informed him, bowing in respect.

“It's alright, Lyra,” the demon prince said, a smirk still tugging at his lips. “You can go back to your duties. Hand her over. She's mine now.”