
Sophie Hoyle · Ongoing · 46 Chapters
Once a year, he holds the greatest party known to man. He impresses the poor with his wealth and prosperity. He dangles tickets in front of the faces of poverty, making them wish that one day they could get invited. One day, I do. What I don't know is that he is watching. The Alpha of Desire watches from afar, and for the next few years, he keeps inviting me back. And I keep coming back. My goal is to unmask the man who watches me in secret, who provides me with lavish favours I could never afford. Who treats me well, but for what reason? I will follow his string of deception until I get my answer. Until I find out who the Alpha of Desire really is.
Dear your Royal Highness, Alpha of Desire,
This is my official letter of application.
I saw your posters and articles in the newspaper, and I thought I would give this a shot.
I know I am a simple commoner in your Pack, however, this opportunity would change my life.
I am a father of two younger daughters, one twelve, and one eleven.
Let's hope you actually consider this.
Thank you,
James Thorne.
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James Thorne,
We have considered your application.
Unfortunately, you have been declined.
Apologies,
Alpha of Desire.
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Your Royal Highness, Alpha of Desire,
I gave it a few years, and I'm tempted again. Your advertising strategies really pay off, don't they?
I would like to apply for a ticket to this party. What do you call it, the most auspicious party of the year, hosted by none other than the Alpha of Desire himself?
I am a single father, who balances two jobs. I have two daughters, one fifteen, one fourteen.
Por favor,
James Thorne.
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Dear James Thorne,
We have considered your application.
Unfortunately, you have been declined.
Sincerest apologies,
Alpha of Desire.
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Your Royal Highness, Alpha of Desire,
I'm applying again ...
Sometimes I believe you don't actually pick anyone from my part of town.
Maybe the newly appointed Alpha Asher will select me and my daughters.
I am still a father, balancing three jobs now, with two daughters, one seventeen, and one eighteen.
I'm sick Who knows how long I have left.
Here's hoping,
James Thorne.
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Dear John Thorne,
We have considered your application.
Unfortunately, you have been declined.
Best wishes,
Alpha of Desire.
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