The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 81

TIBERIUS POV

Slamming the prison door, using more force than necessary, my boots thunder down the hall, my anger hitting the men like an army tank. The ones who have been here long enough know to step away from me like a bomb waiting to explode. My fury swirls around me like a storm needing a release, my fingertips itching as memories of past choices flash before my eyes.

A movement in my peripheral vision sends my instincts into overdrive as my hands wrap around the person’s head, twisting with all my force before I hear the satisfying crack of his neck breaking. His body limp before landing with a dull thud on the floor.

Looking down at his neck, I see a mate mark resting proudly as a howl rings throughout the house, a small smile breaking over my lips, listening to the mystery wolf’s cry of pain. Kicking the guard one last time, I turn and continue down the hallway calling over my shoulder to those standing around with shock and fear on their face, “Kill the mate too. They are useless now.”

The sounds of boots following me down the hallway have my wolf satiated for a moment until Cynthia’s words echo through my mind. Why won’t she submit it to me? Why must she always be impossibly stubborn? Can’t she see what I have given up for her? I have loved her for as long as I can remember and she still won’t have me? I killed my mate, and this stupid b***h has the right to defy me?

The further into the house I storm, the more ancient memories haunt me. Walking past the library on the first floor has always been the worst part of returning to take over my stepbrother’s pack. That library was where it all began, where it all went downhill. Even after all these years, I refuse to step foot in there, afraid of the ghosts I’ll find laying in wait to destroy my life.

*******FLASHBACK********

Tiberius- Two weeks after his Eighteenth Birthday

The sun sneaking into the room alerts my subconscious the day has started. My wolf Acheron is already pacing wildly in excitement and anticipation, ready to get a move on the day. His eagerness to get out of this room and roam the pack lands infectious and spreading through me like wildlife.

Jumping up, instinctively matching Acheron’s energy, I quickly shower and change into my typical outfit before exiting to greet my stepbrother exiting his room with a she-wolf in tow, grinning wildly from ear to ear, proudly sporting fresh s*x hair and his scent on her skin. I didn’t need to see his suggestive smile to know exactly what they had been doing as their scents intermingle in the space around us, shouting aloud to everyone near that this was Alaric’s latest conquest.

Following behind them, I can’t help but listen to the words coming from this blonde bimbo’s mouth. Does she think he will stop his manwhore ways for her and make her a chosen Luna? The girls he f***s around with can’t be this stupid to think he would ever make any of them Luna? What could they possibly be thinking?

“Of course, baby,” Alaric murmurs while looking at his phone, completely uninterested in whatever she says. “Look, I got to run; my Gamma can escort you out,” he says before throwing a victorious smirk and ducking away down another hallway, leaving me alone with a frustrated woman I have no interest in dealing with.

“I don’t need your help,” she sneers before turning on her heels; the annoying clack signaling to anyone around a she-devil is hot on their tails. Usually, a pack member’s general disregard for my existence or Alaric’s blatant disdain of me being his Gamma would set me off in a storm of frustration or aggravation but not today. Today, an unheard-of calm settles my soul as I continue my adventure. Acheron is pulling me forward on a singular mission to find something important.

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A day that started joyously quickly turned sour as I went into each shop in town as Acheron hunted for the elusive item. After hours of searching, we left each destination feeling as if we had just missed whatever he was looking for by a few minutes. By the end of five o’clock, my frustration and exhaustion beg me to give up to return to the pack house for dinner. Checking the mailbox on the way into the house, I see a letter from Cynthia addressed to me at the very top.

Our letters to each other have become more frequent the closer she gets to eighteen, and I pray the Goddess grants me my lifelong wish of giving me Cynthia as a mate. Acheron’s growls and whimpers in my head distract me enough not to rip the letter right here. Walking in through the front door, a delicious scent fills my nostrils, like freshly baked sugar cookies, and hot chocolate. Throwing my head into a daze as I follow the smell blindly through the empty house. My nose leads me until I am standing outside the cracked library door. Another scent mingled with the divine one that led me here, a strong masculine one I could recognize anywhere.

The sound of flesh slapping against each other fills the room, as soft mews and whimpers are heard from the woman within as she begs Alaric to f**k her harder. Acheron is angry as Alaric has his hands on something meant only for us. He gets everything he wants now he gets my mate? Sure, I was thinking about rejecting her anyway for the girl I have loved my entire life, but he still has no right to touch what doesn’t belong to him, jealousy eating away at my insides.

I stand silently listening to them f**k, listen as he compliments how perfect her a*s is while he f***s it relentlessly. My hatred growing by the second, but I can’t seem to force my feet to move it’s like they’re glued to the spot. After five more minutes, they finally finish, whispering something about cleaning up before Alaric stomps towards the door, swinging it open to find me shell-shocked. Shooting daggers of death, Alaric smirks at me before muttering, “f*****g perv,” under his breath before continuing down the hall.

Watching his retreating frame disappear in the distance, my mind starts coming to reality as a small body crashes into my large frame, five hundred volts of electricity spreading throughout me, making it hum. Instinctively reaching out, I steady her h**s, our gazes meeting for the first time as the bond snaps into place as we simultaneously say, “Mate!” But even as the words leave my mouth, Cynthia’s face flashes in my mind. Disappointment rings through my body that the Goddess would mate me to a woman other than my only love.

I can’t deny she is beautiful, perfect, with her warm honey-brown eyes that could hypnotize a man’s soul, long brunette hair that looks like silk, with freckles sprinkling her nose and cheeks. Her body is short and petite, with wide h**s and perfect breasts. But even as I take in her beauty, a little voice at the back of my head remembers what and who she was doing moments before, causing Acheron to whimper in pain.

As I stare into the honey-brown eyes of Claire Winslow, an Omega whose mom works in the packhouse. We have never talked

before but I remember hearing her mom talk about how her birthday is today. I have to remind myself I have no connection to this woman as Alaric’s pine coffee scent clings to her. Removing my hands from her waist and taking a giant step away from her. so her scent is no longer thrown in my face. Stealing myself against her and the mate bond, Acheron and I make a decision to end the bond now. We never wanted Claire anyways, and now that she has been soiled by Alaric, the thought of ever touching her makes my stomach churn with bile.

“I, Tiberius Biller, A Gamma of the Silver Run pack, reject you, Claire Osborne, as my mate and Gamma female. Do you accept my rejection?” I ask in a rush, trying to ignore the burning fire in my chest as it feels like my heart is being ripped out and stomped on.

“Why?” Claire asks through sobs as she drops to her knees, clutching her chest in serious pain. I know what my rejection could do to her as an Omega, but I don’t care. It’ll be easier to move on with Cynthia without an old mate hanging around.

“Because,” I sneer, looking down at her, my face hard as Acheron growls fiercely in my head, begging to break free and rip the fake b***h in front of me to shreds. “I don’t want a rank chaser for a mate, f*****g Omega. Accept my rejection, or else I’ll kill your family instead.”

Trying her hardest to breathe through her pain, Claire manages to get the words out, knowing she has no other choice. “I, Claire Winslow, accept your rejection as mate and Gamma Female of the Silver Run pack.” Her high-pitched screams and whimpers grab

Alaric’s as he comes running down the hallway, eyes wide as he looks between the two of us, trying to figure out what happened.

“Claire,” Alaric says gently, reaching down to touch her causing her to scream more as she swats his hand away, looking for me, our stares crossing for a moment before another bloodcurdling scream pierces through my eardrums. “What the hell happened?” Alaric yells, clearly frantic, as he glares at me.

“The rejected b***h is all yours now, Alpha” I growl, my eyes flashing black in warning before I step over her like she doesn’t exist or her cries for help don’t bother me as she struggles to survive. Acheron growling insistent in his head. Even if he might have been able to convince me to keep her before now that he knows Alaric has had her he has no desire to be anywhere near her.

Arriving in my room I leave the lights off before burrowing my body under the covers on my bed as the burning consumes my chest as the bond between Claire and I continues to fade away. Eventually I find the will power to fall asleep for a few hours, when I am suddenly woken by the snap of a pack bond falling away, various howls fill the air in mourning.

A gentle knock at my door appears moments later, not answering it I turn on my side ignoring the issue, before the door creaks open and Alaric’s judgemental voice drips through the air. “I hope you know your rejection killed her.” My back heats from his gaze as he waits for me to respond to his judgement.

“I’d rather the b***h be dead than knowing she ever f****d you,” I call over my shoulder, my voice as void of life as Claire.

“What the f**k is wrong with you?” he grunts, before walking out the door and slamming it shut. I knew my rejection could kill her but I don’t care she should have had more respect for me and our bond not to to f**k the Alpha heir on her eighteenth birthday knowing he wasn’t her mate. I continue to ignore him before I hear him closing the door with a sigh as his feet make their way back to his room.

Remembering the letter from Cynthia on the table, I quickly tear it open it reading the familiar scrawl of her perfect handwriting as she informs me about her days, not finding a mate, and how she will be visiting the pack in six months with her older brother Gabriel who needs to renew a treaty between our packs. While my heart and Acheron are still breaking from the events of the day we can’t hide the giddiness at knowing our childhood love will be within the territory soon.