The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 75

CHARITY POV

I feel… powerful and magnificent as I zip through the woods, under the moonlight, the gentle breeze running through my fur, the trees in my peripheral are shadowy blurs. I can’t believe I survived that shift. I shouldn’t have. I had no reason to. Out of all the wolves on the field, what is so special about me?

‘One, we are powerful and magnificent,’ Summer says, her voice light and airy, loving the feel of our paws pounding into the earth, ‘own that s**t. Two, Scarlett sensed that and called out to me, asking me to step forward to the Gamma position. We already knew who her Beta was going to be.’

‘Theo,’ we say in unison as we wander absentmindedly throughout the pack lands, following dutifully behind my Alpha; while he runs around us in a wider perimeter. The two have had an incredibly strong bond since moving here, and I wasn’t surprised when I saw he had also shifted.

‘Wolves can do that?’ I ask. ‘Talk to each other without us knowing?’ I had never heard of wolves communicating with each other without their humans’ help.

‘It’s not common,’ Summer confirms, ‘only powerful wolves can do it. Can’t you feel the power coming off of her?’ She asks as we watch Scarlett running ahead of us; a powerful aura encases her like a force shield, protecting her from unknown advances. ‘Trust me; I would never force a shift if I didn’t believe in the Alpha.’

‘That’s comforting to know,’ I mumble, ‘while I am thrilled to have you in my life a few years early, I am not too thrilled about almost dying because another wolf told you to.’

‘What do you want me to do about it now?’ she retorts, and I swear if she were human, she’d be flipping her hair like a pre-teen with attitude.

‘From now on, can you get my input before making big decisions?’ I question, ‘Especially when they involve us possibly dying. You know, self-preservation and all that. I want to-‘ I stop midsentence, Summer’s ears perking up, listening into the night air.

Someone is approaching us from the right, their paws lightly rustling the leaves, when a large body knocks me over, rolling me to the ground. Theo’s scent fills my nostrils as his laugh dances throughout my head. ‘I swear you had me for a second, but it looks like I still got it,’ his wolf was wearing a smirk on his smug face.

While the words are still trying to form in my mind, a large brown wolf whizzes off in the direction Scarlett wanders, and we know exactly who it is.

‘Let’s get out of here,’ Theo calls out through the link, ‘I have heard enough stories about pack runs to know they’re about to get freaky out in the woods, and I do NOT want to be around to hear.’

‘Theo, come on,’ I say, scolding him slightly, ‘don’t be gross,’ but I know he speaks the truth, trotting in the opposite direction of where Elle and Damon disappeared.

‘Sorry,’ he mumbles, ‘just curious, what the hell was with you and Matt in the field? He looked feral. I swear he was going to eat anyone who came near you.’

‘I don’t know, it’s complicated,’ I sigh, not wanting to talk about it; there are more important things to worry about than some egotistical manwhore.

‘It’s a simple answer to me,’ Summer grumbles, ‘we f**k the daylights out of that goddess-given hunk. Did you see him? Selene really did give with both hands on that man. Climb him like a cat climbs a tree. There is nothing complicated about it.’ Ignoring Summer’s wishes, I return my attention to the conversation with Theo.

‘Oh, come on, Gamma,’ Theo pleads, my wolf puffing her chest out with pride being addressed by our new rank; she preens with pride, sending a warm fuzzy feeling throughout our body. ‘Spill it,’ he begs, hoping to get all the tea.

‘How about this?’ ‘I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.’ I counter, finding the perfect way to shut him up on a topic I don’t want to discuss.

‘What do you mean?’ he asks, trying to play innocent, but I can hear the panic in his voice as it makes its way through our mindlink.

‘You know what I am talking about,’ I say, having Summer throw him a pointed look, hoping he picks up what we are throwing down. ‘Or are you going to make say it?’

‘You don’t need to say it,’ Theo grumbles, his mood turning sour instantly. The pair of us walk silently next to one another, our auras heavy as we both try to navigate through the never-ending bullshit that seems to be our lives.

‘Wanna race?’ I ask, wanting to change the subject, desperate to change the subject before the clouds open up and the shitstorm pours down in its attempt to drown us.

‘Hell, yeah,’ Theo responds, Cerebrus ears picking up, a wolfish grin taking over face, ‘count of three?’

‘Sure’ I say, at the same time he shouts, ‘go!’ sprinting away, his boyish laugh falling wildly behind him while I push myself to gain distance eclipsing his shoulder, making my chest bubble with laughter at his frany

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UNKNOWN POV

The cold-hearted man sits back at his large desk, enjoying the peace for a moment. It’s rare to enjoy any as an Alpha who is also planning to kidnap someone from a highly trained pack during a filled event. So yeah, peace is a seldom and short-lived commodity.

‘Alpha,’ one of the nameless warriors says over their mindlink, the man finding it useless to name them when the warrior’s purpose is to die for their Alpha, ‘we caught someone at the border doing recon.’

‘Why the f**k are you bothering me with this bullshit?!’ the man snarls, pissed he is being interrupted by a situation with a clear protocol.

‘Because you’ll want to see who we found for yourself,’ the man explains, ‘you won’t believe it otherwise, sir.’

‘Very well,’ he mumbles; the exhaustion has a yawn escaping his lips as a forceful knock on the door a few minutes later informs him of the warrior’s arrival.

‘Come in,’ the mysterious man calls out, vowing silently to kill the warrior agonizingly slow if the intruder isn’t worth his time. When the door opens, an irresistible scent hits his nose; lavender and lemon. A unique combination he hasn’t smelt in years. Eyes snapping open, he finds a red-haired woman walking through his office door. The guard closes the door behind her, leaving the two of us alone after many long nights apart.

“Hello, Tiberius,” the middle-aged woman says, “you look like shit.” Her lips twist in a satisfied smirk, eyes filled with contempt, as her gaze explores his face noticing how much it’s changed in his old age. The lack of respect evident in her entire demeanor, her arms crossed, the smirk plastered to her face, and the hatred in her pupils tells it all.

“It’s Alpha, now,” his voice turning icy, remembering how mouthy she could get when they were kids, but the biggest difference between now and then is he can finally show her what her f*****g place is.

“I’ll f*****g die before I ever call you Alpha,” she snarls, her eyes shooting fireballs in his direction as if she hopes to incinerate him with her looks.

“Too bad,” he sneers, his demeanor calm and collected. Leaving his chair, he rises, creeping towards a prey he has hunted for years.

“Don’t worry, lovely; you’ll get your family reunion soon. It’ll be a precious moment, I am sure. Compliments on hiding Penelope, or should I call her Elle, for so long? You wove quite the tangled little web with the dampening of her Alpha aura, physical appearance mirages, spells, and multiple identities. You gave that girl so many different birthdays; do you even know the real one? Faking your death was a nice touch, although I didn’t believe knowing I would find you eventually. I still haven’t figured out how you got Simon Campbell the job as a council Beta in New Moon’s territory, but kudos to you for doing it.”

Walking behind her, he presses his stiff c**k into her, inhaling her scent, trying to imprint it into his memory, fearing that this is some exhaustion-induced hallucination. Running his hands along her sides, he feels her recoil in disgust, causing a growl to escape his lips in warning.

“You lost lovely,” he murmurs, as he buries his nose in her neck before pulling away to continue his speech, “you’ll have to watch me break your daughter in so many ways repeatedly. I hear she has quite the stubborn streak, and by the time I am done with her, she’ll be my submissive little b***h who will finally give me a son.” he says, spinning her around, grabbing her chin forcefully, pinching the skin between his sweaty fingers.

Tiberius watches with satisfaction as his words hit their mark. The woman’s pupils dilate to the size of saucers, tears welling in within, spilling down her pale cheeks, “Please, Tiberius, you have me,” she begs, grabbing his shirt in desperation, “you do not need my daughter. Please take me and leave her.”

“Not so confident now that I have something you want, are you, Cynthia?” Tiberius says as he tucks a hair behind her ear, annoyed that she didn’t flinch, but he now has a lifetime to teach her differently. “That offer might have worked years ago, but now, it’s too little too late, I am afraid. With all the work I put into finding Elle, I will claim my prize, as should be my right. Guard!” He yells across the room, his eyes never leaving Cynthia’s as he waits for the man to enter.

“Yes, Alpha?” The man asks, slightly nervous as his eyes shift between the other people in the room, trying to determine their mood and whether he will be punished for bringing the woman here.

“Take our prisoner to the cells; a few nights in the cold without dinner might correct her behavior,” he says to the guard, a sneer plastered on his face. “No unmated males are to go near her cell, understood? I’ll hold you responsible if she smells like a single one.” Tiberius’ domineering glare and oppressive aura have the young warrior shaking in his boots with fear.

“Goodbye, my pet,” Tiberius says, kissing softly on her tear-stained cheeks, enjoying the salty taste. His tongue licked up more as the tears flowed freely down her face. Cynthia’s body shakes with sobs, his ego rising with her fear. Shoving her to the side, he watches his guard closely, impressed when he makes no move to help as she stumbles to the floor, landing awkwardly with a gasp, before scrambling to her feet and out the door.

Once the door closes behind them, Cynthia’s face is bone dry, and her eyes are no longer filled with tears. Instead, she follows silently behind the guard, a victorious smile quickly crossing her face before disappearing behind a solemn expression the entire walk to the cellars.