My Werewolf System

Chapter 1575: The Rise of a New Alpha

The final words that slipped from Rogan’s mouth echoed inside Steve’s mind, looping again and again until they almost didn’t sound real.

Be careful… of the one called Unzoku.

It was a name Steve had never heard before. The sound of it felt foreign, ancient, even. What was Unzoku? Who was Unzoku? And to go far to say that they weren’t just hiding from humans, so what was Unzoku?

When Steve had joined Rogan’s pack all those years ago, the camp in the mountains had already been established. Rogan often spoke about his distrust of humans, about their greed and the chaos they brought. He would rant for hours about how the Werewolves had no choice but to hide away from the world. Steve had believed it, had followed his lead. But now, hearing those dying words, a crack had formed in everything he thought he knew.

If Rogan’s final thoughts weren’t about humans, if they were instead about this single name, this one individual, then perhaps the true reason they had been hiding wasn’t what any of them believed.

Was Rogan scared of him? Steve wondered. Was Unzoku powerful enough to terrify even him?

He wanted answers, but there was no one left to ask. The man who might have known was gone, and with him, the truth.

Steve’s chest felt hollow. There was an ache in his heart that no amount of strength could heal.

He looked down one last time at Rogan’s lifeless form and whispered, “Goodbye, Rogan. You did a good job leading the pack… most of the time, anyway. There were just a few hiccups along the way.”

He tried to smile, but it came out broken.

Straightening his back, Steve stood there for a while, saying nothing. His shoulders were heavy, his eyes locked on the sky that stretched endlessly above the mountain peaks.

Jack, who had been standing behind him quietly, finally walked closer. He stopped beside his brother and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. For a second, Jack thought he was just offering comfort, but then, he felt it.

A strange jolt ran through his fingertips, a faint tremor that sent adrenaline rushing through his veins. His instincts screamed at him, the same way they did before a fight.

“Steve,” Jack said slowly, his tone sharpening. “Turn around.”

Steve didn’t react. He stood motionless, his gaze distant, lost in thought.

“Steve,” Jack repeated, this time louder, more urgent. “Turn around!”

The shout broke through Steve’s haze. He blinked, snapping back to reality, and turned to face his brother. “What is it?” he asked, confused. “What’s wrong?”

Jack’s eyes narrowed as he took a step back. The moment their eyes met, Jack’s stomach sank. He could see it, the faint glow that wasn’t there before.

“Steve… listen to me carefully.” Jack lifted his hand slowly, his voice steady but serious. “Your eyes. They’re red.”

He didn’t need to finish the sentence. Steve knew exactly what that meant.

He had become an Alpha.

His breath caught in his throat. He raised his trembling hand as if hoping to see something on his skin that would explain what was happening. “How? How did this happen?” he said. “I’m part of your pack. Things should be fine, right? I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t become one this fast. That’s not possible.”

Jack didn’t answer right away, and Steve felt a creeping panic stir in his chest. His heart pounded, his body tingled with an itching energy that he couldn’t control.

He needed to be sure. Without another word, Steve turned and rushed toward the remaining Werewolves who had gathered nearby. Their eyes were all fixed on him, nervous, uncertain, afraid.

When he looked closely, Steve froze. Every single one of them had blue eyes.

Not one, not two, all of them.

They weren’t broken or lost. They hadn’t become Omegas. Instead, they were bonded, to him.

Steve could feel it, the connection forming deep inside, the link that only an Alpha could sense.

“I don’t understand,” Steve said, his voice unsteady. “I left this pack. I was part of yours, Jack. Even if I somehow became an Alpha, how could they still follow me? Even if I killed their leader, that shouldn’t make me theirs. That’s… not how this works!”

He ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. “Are the history books wrong? Is everything we know wrong? Or is this something else entirely?”

Panic began to rise in his chest, not from fear of power, but from what it might mean. If he was now an Alpha, and Jack was also an Alpha, then the two of them…

Would they eventually be forced to fight each other?

Would the world itself push them into conflict?

His breathing quickened, his hands shaking as the thought took hold. He didn’t want to believe it, but deep down, he knew how the laws of their kind worked. Two Alphas could never coexist peacefully, not for long.

“Why are you panicking?” Jack said suddenly, his voice calm, grounding. He stepped closer, his usual confident grin slowly returning. “Isn’t this actually the best outcome? Look at what’s in front of you. You’ve become the leader of all these Werewolves.”

Steve stared at him in disbelief.

“They know you, Steve,” Jack continued. “They trust you. They’ve seen what kind of person you are. I’m an outsider to them. But you? You’re the one who can guide them now. You can give them what Rogan couldn’t.”

Jack clapped him gently on the arm. “And besides,” he said, his grin widening slightly, “we don’t have to accept every rule that’s been forced on us. We can fight against it. If anyone can prove that two Alphas don’t have to destroy each other, it’s us. You and me.”

Steve looked up, meeting his brother’s gaze.

Jack’s tone softened. “We’ll show them, Steve. We’ll prove that blood, real blood, family, is stronger than whatever these laws say it has to be.”

The tension in Steve’s shoulders eased a little. Jack’s words had that effect, simple, direct, always cutting through the noise.

Steve let out a shaky breath, his heartbeat slowly calming. Jack had always been the one to face things head-on, to find the light even in the darkest moment. Maybe it was time for him to do the same.

He looked once more at the fallen Rogan, the pack that had gathered quietly around them, and then at his brother. The mountain wind carried the faint scent of ash and blood, but beneath it, there was something else, a feeling of change, of something beginning anew.

Still, even as he tried to take comfort in Jack’s words, a question lingered at the back of his mind, one that refused to fade.

Who was Unzoku?

And why had Rogan been so afraid of him?

For updates on MWS and future works, follow me on my social media below.

Instagram: jksmanga

P.a.t.r.e.o.n: jksmanga

When news drops about My Vampire System, My Werewolf System, or any other series, you’ll hear it there first. Feel free to reach out, if I’m not too busy, I tend to reply.