From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew I was different. Don’t ask me how I knew, I just did. It was in my blood, the pieces stitched together and coursing through my veins.
I was Alpha.~Bang, bang, bang!The loud banging comes crashing all around me, like an annoying tap dripping somewhere in the distance. I keep my eyes shut tight as I pull the blanket further up over my head, groaning in annoyance as I try and block it out; all the while, the banging only continues to get louder.Three knocks and then stop, three knocks and then stop.Grimacing at the annoyance building far beneath the surface, a low growl suddenly reverberates through my chest; I want to tell whoever is on the other side of that door to fuck the hell off, but what would be the point? I know what they’re after; I see what they want.I’m a rogue, an outcast.We are considered to be less than dog shit in the werewolf-shifting community. If we dare enter a pack’s borders, it isn’t long before they send out the cavalry to escort us out again.I suppose I shouldn’t be too hard on alpha packs, right? At some point as a kid, I might have belonged to one. But I can’t remember because that would have been too long ago for me to try; all I’ve ever known is this, being on the run from wolves who keep trying to kill me. Moving from town to shitty town, all in hopes of settling down somewhere for just longer than a day or two.I’m so tired, and all I want is some well-deserved goddam sleep. To wake up on my own accord instead of being forcefully woken up and ordered to leave.However, saying no to an alpha pack isn’t an option because, as I said, I’m a rogue, and pack is pack. They stick together like a swarm of bees surrounding its queen, bound to protect her; that’s how wolves are about their pack. As an outsider, I don’t stand a chance; they won’t even stop to listen, and I’m sure that most of them are probably pretty admirable guys too, but not to someone like me.Fuck, I’m tired. I suddenly wish I could just be swallowed up into the darkness of the night, invisible to both pack and rogues alike.The banging keeps getting louder as a growling man standing on the other side of the door suddenly starts shouting the odds in a profoundly threatening voice.Intimidating? Yeah, I’m sure he is, and if I was guaranteed a fair fight, I would probably kick his ass, but I know all too well that that would never happen; as I said, they stick together; pack is pack.I just need a few more hours; I’ve been up all night running through the woods, running away while being chased by hunters. Yeah, besides having to worry about alpha packs, rogues also have to worry about hunters who know of our kind, and man, do they hate us.I don’t know exactly where I am and don’t care. The place looked abandoned, so I helped myself climb through a rickety old window, just needing a place to rest my head before moving on. There was an old mouldy-smelling mattress on the floor with a half-moth-eaten pink blanket; it must have belonged to some kid, a little girl, maybe she was human, or perhaps she wasn’t. The scent is almost nonexistent through its mouldy odour, but at least it’s warm.I can’t remember the last time I slept anywhere warm; I generally find myself sleeping in little hollows or caves if they aren’t occupied. Any place where I can go undetected and unnoticed. But it won’t happen that way for me; there’s no rest for someone like me in this world, the only way out is death or joining a rogue pack, and that’s not fucking happening.~My name is Wolf, that’s it. I don’t have a last name and can’t remember ever being given one. The name I have is the only one I know because it’s probably the only thing I remember about myself as a kid before everything turned into a ball of shit. I found myself out on the street, an outcast and a waste of the very thing I’m named after...The mighty wolf.I probably had parents or have, I’m not sure; I can’t tell you honestly, I don’t know. See, I’ve been on the run fending for myself for so long now that somehow, trivial little things like that seem to just morph into this continuous day-by-day routine of beating all odds, trying to survive, and stay out of the way of alpha packs, it’s all I’ve got.If I have parents, they better be fucking dead because the alternative would imply that they left me and abandoned me when I was no older than two years of age, don’t quote me on that, though. I assume I was about two years old when I started having to fend for myself like a wild animal, but the truth is, I might have been even younger than that.Knock, knock, knock... shout and scream, growl and grunt...Fuck.Not being able to take it any longer, I leap onto my feet, instantly feeling my muscles rippling and contracting through my body as the blood vessels feed them oxygen; I’m strong, but that doesn’t matter if you’re a mutt. My jaw is clenched tight, and I swear I could beat this asshole’s head in, but again, I doubt he would take me on alone. Being part of a pack means being part of a security blanket, something I’ve never had the privilege of being cushioned with; it’s always been me on my own. With one last click of my neck, I purposefully make my way towards the door, not even thinking of the impending danger probably standing on the other side of that door; I suddenly grip and yank it wide open. I’m instantly met with a behemoth of a man glaring down at me like I’m some bug in his soup or something.I look him up and down and grin as I shake my head, looking him dead in the eye. I narrow my eyes as I bring myself to say something stupid. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you it’s impolite to bang on someone’s door in the middle of the night?”Letting out a deep growl, he takes a step closer, his breath suddenly fanning my face; barf; someone is in serious need of mouthwash.Do I want to punch him? Yes. Should I hit him? No, because just to the left of Mr Heavy breathing behemoth stands the rest of his cavalry; I count at least six... no, seven of them, and they’re just waiting for me to make one dumb-ass move like that.“Get the fuck off our lands, mutt, by orders of Alpha Farkas of the Midnight pack; if you leave now, we won’t rip you to pieces.”Sighing, I smirk, I fucking smirk at Mr Bohemeth. Who has a name like Farkas anyways? Luckily for me, though, he didn’t react, which is strange considering I just smirked at his face. I still think this situation is weird when he grumbles something while giving me this strange look; it’s between confusion and surprise. It’s like he sees something in my eyes that instantly makes him uncomfortable.Furrowing my brows, I instantly break eye contact with him, now feeling uncomfortable by the stares I’m getting. Letting out a heavy sigh, I quickly move past him. His strange look is making me more and more irritated by the second. As I head past them and further up towards the woods, Mr Bohemeth suddenly pipes up and shouts from a distance, “Hey, mutt, who are you?”Swallowing a heavy forming lump, I keep moving further and faster away from them as I shout back, “I’m nobody.”WOLFDays and nights have just morphed together; I can’t say how long it’s been since I had a warm meal or didn’t walk into a town and got uncomfortable and unwelcome stares from most folks there.The truth is, yeah, I suppose I look fucking terrible; I probably reek something awful, too; I’ve been up in the mountains so long that I’ve started looking like I belong there; in a way, I guess I do. When I do make my way into a passing town, being butt-ass naked probably won’t go down well, so I tend to help myself to the occasional clean clothes off someone’s wash line; it usually only happens when I sneak myself into towns to grab some food, and by grab, I mean it, quite literally.Being a mutt in the mountains doesn’t come with a free cash flow; it’s tough out there, and food isn’t as plentiful as you might think. So yeah, my conscience should probably be eating me up inside about taking stuff that doesn’t belong to me, right? But honestly, it’s this or walking around fucking naked when
WOLFAfter leading us to the furthest corner of the diner, she slides into her seat, gesturing for me to do the same just opposite her. Turning my head, I peer over my shoulder and notice wary eyes looking me up and down. To them, I must look like the mountain man, a bum, someone completely unworthy of sitting down with this girl, the princess of Sitka; it must be freaking them all out. I can’t help smirking at the thought.Shifting my attention towards the window on my left. I sure am glad we’re sitting in a window seat and not one stuffed in a dingy corner on the other side of the diner. Something about small spaces typically freak me out for some reason. Deep seeded shit from my childhood, no doubt, but I don’t want to delve into that mudslide memory bank any time soon; it would only end in tears, of which I have none to spare.Sasha, fuck, her name alone sounds like it was chosen by the angels, and it instantly has me going hard. Fuck. I have no idea why she would want to sit down
WOLFAnd just like that, I find myself sandwiched in the back of a grey Ford pickup truck with Don in the driver’s seat and little miss princess riding shotgun. We’ve been driving for about fifteen minutes, give or take, and the deafening silence is suffocating. I’m sandwiched between the one guy who came into the diner with the alpha pup and some other guy. They’re all still kids; at least, I’ve got two years on all three of these guys, easy.Of all the stupid things I’ve ever gotten myself into, this is one of the dumbest and most idiotic things to date. Getting involved with an alpha’s daughter, being hauled off by the alpha in training, to meet the significant bad alpha of... wait, where the fuck are they taking me anyways. Which pack is this?“So, Don is it. You’re pack. Does it have a name?” I see his knuckles turn white when he tightens his hands around the handlebar, but he doesn’t respond; instead, he huffs irritably.I must remind myself that I’m about to die because I decide
WOLFIt’s been three days since they stuck me in this godforsaken cage, and no word yet on my release. I’ve been pacing up and down, expecting to see someone other than the maid, someone who might be able to tell me what the hell is going on, but nothing.As promised, the maid has brought me clean clothes and whatever I need to look decent.There’s a washbasin in here with a mirror; the moment I looked into it and saw my reflection, I couldn’t believe what I saw in the person staring back at me. I didn’t recognize the man staring back at me; my beard was long and out of control. My hair was down to my shoulders and looked all matted and knotted. My face was still pretty dirt stricken even after I washed it at a nearby stream before entering the town of Sitka. I looked... unpredictably wild, scary even.This cage has a built-in shower and toilet; it’s more like a mini-motel room than a prison cell. Who the fuck would ever treat their prisoners like this, seriously, pampered and protecte
WOLFI’ve been working out to pass the time while I wait, confinement is driving me nuts, and it’s either this or break something...Standing shirtless in front of the pull-up bar, I stare at it almost as if it’s my nemesis; I’m instantly grateful that they have something like this in here, almost as if they read my mind.I give the pull-up bar a sideways glance as I tilt my head to stare at it. As much as I want to imagine the bar to be something my frustration wants to beat up and break, I can’t because every time that I attempt to envision it as such, all I can see is Sasha, those plump pink lips of hers as she bites down against the bottom rim of that full lip. All I want to do is mount her, fuck, I’m in serious trouble.I lost count after one hundred and fifty pull-ups on the bar; now, I’m mainly driven by the adrenaline of desire and determination. The desire to have Sasha beneath me, screaming my name, and the sheer determination to get the hell out of here and as far away from
WOLFThe moment Don came to stand before my cell gate with chains in his hands, I knew something was up, cocking a brow, I instantly narrowed my eyes questioningly.“What the fuck’s up with the chains, Don?”Sighing, he dropped them as they clanked loudly against the concrete floor; my eyes dart down, narrowing on the abrasive audacity of this guy.“Don’t give me shit, Wolf. Alpha’s orders are that I bind you in chains before presenting you to him; he has this thing about not wanting rogues running free in his pack.”Smirking, I shake my head as I continue looking down at the rusty chains lying in a heap on the ground, almost taunting me.“What exactly does he think I’m going to do, attack him on his own pack grounds? Do I look stupid to you?” My eyes trail up slowly as I narrow them.“Hey, you were stupid enough to sit down and have lunch with my sister; who knows with you, rogues.”His comment annoys me, and I should react, fuck knows my wolf is on edge enough as it is, but I decide
WOLFAs the chains fall to the ground, my eyes fly up to look at the alpha. I assume it's Fenris's beta who's undoing my bondage. I give him a courteous yet sarcastic nod of thanks before looking back up at the alpha, who's still evil eyeing me."So is that it then?" I mutter while staring him dead in the eye, narrowing his eyes on me; Fenris nods towards the open door as he grumbles,"Get out, and remember what I said, Wolf; you're free to go when you complete this job. But not in my territory; I never want to see you here again, understood?" scoffing, I shake my head with a smirk when I mutter, "Trust me; I don't plan on sticking around once we're done." Without sparing him a second glance, I pick up the file off the table as I leave the room; Fenris's eyes are still boring into the back of my head as I head out the door.What a dick.I'm surprised to find Don standing right outside waiting for me the second I head out the door,"So I guess you've been assigned to seeing me out then
WOLFLeaving Erebus, I have conflicting feelings as I speed off; everything inside of me is screaming for me to go back to Sasha, and my wolf is howling so loudly in my head that it's starting to give me a headache. The engine's roar keeps me focused on not doing just that because I still can't believe how screwed up this situation is.Mate.I still can't believe that word slipped past my lips.It's impossible; it just can't be real. I know very little about the mate bond, so little that I know nothing at all, but I do know that it happens under a full moon. We're still far from the next full moon, so how could I feel this pull towards Sasha?My wolf was adamant; when he growled MATE, it was as if a rubber band snapped inside my head, deep in my soul's crevices.I don't get it, though; it doesn't make sense; none of this does. Pack wolves do not become fated to rogue wolves, I've never heard of such a thing, yet I saw it in Sasha's eyes; she knew it, and so did I.She's mine; that girl