THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

For now, two enigmas demanded his attention. The first was Blood Alpha, the Fenrir soul that pulsed with power both exhilarating and terrifying. Bonding with such a creature was unheard of, a feat that whispered of hidden potential within him. The second was the "Heaven-Whispering Palm," a skill he'd acquired from the System Shop.

Its secrets remained veiled, a tantalizing promise waiting to be unravelled. He was lucky to have the dimension inventory where he slipped the book inside while the guard leading him to the training ground wasn't looking. David slipped through the heavy oak door. Inside, his chamber offered a stark contrast to the harsh training grounds. Plush carpets muffled his footsteps.

He sank into a deep armchair, fit for a king, beside his luxuriously draped bed. With a flick of his wrist, a shimmering panel materialized in the air before him – his status window. It pulsed with unseen energy, and his gaze fell upon a single, enigmatic word: "[Aeternus.]" The word held a weight far beyond its simple letters, a promise to grant him power, a servant to do his bidding.

A predatory grin split David's face. A mental command formed, a whisper in his mind. He focused on the word "[Aeternus]," and the panel responded with a flash of light. A new prompt flickered into existence: "[Summon Soul?]" David's grin widened. This was it. The key to making his greatest foes his pawns, the power coursing through him like a forgotten melody.

"Yes!" he boomed, the word echoing in the cavernous chamber. Anticipation crackled in the air, a tangible force as the very fabric of reality seemed to bend around him. The answer to his deepest desires hung in the balance, waiting to be revealed. The chamber air crackled, heavy with a foreign energy that made David's hair stand on end.

Before him, the shimmering panel pulsed as the words "[Blood Essence Required]" materialized in a harsh crimson font. A furrow etched itself between his brows. Did the system crave a sacrifice of his own life force for the summoning? With a scoff, David summoned Frostfang. The sleek blade materialized in his hand, a sliver of defiance against the unknown.

As motes of otherworldly light coalesced in the room's centre, forming a shimmering circle, David raised the blade and sliced his palm. He ignored the sting of pain, his gaze fixed on the unfolding spectacle. A crimson ribbon erupted from the wound, drawn by an unseen force, twisting and swirling towards the magic circle.

The room shuddered as the foreign energy crackled with an intensity that sent chills down David's spine. He half-expected the commotion to rouse unwanted attention, but the sound seemed muffled, contained within the chamber walls. Then, a blinding flash engulfed the room. It was over as quickly as it began, leaving behind a ringing silence and a figure standing proudly within the circle. Blood Alpha.

No longer the sleek wolf David knew, she was a radiant vision, her white fur seeming to glow faintly, that slightly covered her naked lewd body. Her once blue eyes now burned with an inner fire, their hue shifted to an otherworldly gold. David held his breath as their eyes met. A low growl, primal and dangerous, rumbled from the creature's throat.

Her lips curled back, revealing razor-sharp teeth in a silent snarl. This was a predator unleashed. "What dark magic did you weave, boy, to drag me back from the abyss?" she boomed, her voice echoing with the power of a thousand blizzards. David, unflinching, met her gaze head-on. A chuckle, devoid of humour, escaped his lips as he swept his white hair back with a flourish.

He straightened, his posture radiating not defiance, but absolute control. "Wrong assumption," he countered, his voice low and chilling. The playful lilt from earlier was gone, replaced by a steeliness that sent a shiver down Blood Alpha's massive form. He raised a hand, his finger pointing down. "On your knees." The command, uttered with such quiet authority, was a sledgehammer blow.

Blood Alpha, the legendary Fenrir, found herself obeying without question. She fell to her knees with a surprised grunt, a primal urge to submit overwhelming her. A chilling realization dawned on her – her will was no longer her own. She was bound to this human, a loyal servant stripped of her freedom. David, a predator in human form, emanated an aura that made the very air crackle with power.

He approached the kneeling beast, his eyes gleaming with an icy blue fire. As he stopped before her, he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "How I brought you back is irrelevant," he rumbled, his voice devoid of warmth. "What matters is this: you are mine now.

A servant, a loyal dog to do my bidding." Blood Alpha, her mind reeling with this sudden shift in power dynamics, could only offer a slow nod. A new emotion, confusing and foreign, bloomed within her chest. Was this... fear? Submission? David seemed to sense her turmoil.

He offered a chilling smile, devoid of kindness. "Good puppy," he purred, leaning in closer. His lips brushed against hers, a fleeting touch that sent shivers down her spine. It was a gesture of ownership, a taming touch from a master to his newly acquired pet. The mighty Fenrir, a creature of legend, had been brought to heel, not by brute force, but by the sheer will of a human.

This human, David, was a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, his true nature veiled in shadows. But one thing was certain – Blood Alpha, once a predator in her own right, now found herself trembling before the human who claimed her as his own. **** A huge thank you to dn_walker and kingswordsmen for their incredible support!

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