Anthony
“This is the third time you’ve rejected a mate Alpha Anthony, the third goddamned time! Are the women of Gotham pack not to your pleasing?” Wolverine
Silver shrieked wildly, and I struggled to unhook my eyes from where they had rolled to the back of my head.The elder from the wolf council had been yapping on for the better part of an hour, and I could tell from the way my brother had slouched
onto the white pillars of the throne room that he was far more tired of hearing the same bullshit than I was.It wasn't the first time the whiny bitch elder had called a meeting of the wolf council, the stiff-necked beasts responsible for Alpha affairs.
“Yes Silver, your women are shit, child makers, all of them, and even that, they aren't good at. That wife of yours though, my, I hear she has quite the rack...” Michael growled, shrugging to his feet like a panther with a feral smile spreading across his devilishly handsome face.
Wolverine Silver’s gaunt face widened with surprise before he rose shakily to his feet,trembling
with indignation while I tried to hide a smirk behind my palm, ruthless Michael, dreaded Michael, Michael the reaper of souls...how many names had my brother gathered over the years?The 6’5ft blonde with his chiseled angular face and beefy frame was the Prince Charming of most of the Gotham women wolves, as free-handed with his cock as a stripper in a fucking tavern. He couldn't get through his women fast enough. We were alike in our ruthlessness, he and I...and yet he was nothing like me.
I was colder, harder to please, my heart black where his was grey. And something about the meaningful look I caught in my brother’s eye when he stared at me told me he knew which one of us had the bigger cock.
“All I'm saying, Anthony Gotham, is that you should find yourself a good woman from the pack to be your Luna!” Wolverine Silver hedged, completely ignoring my brother who snorted loudly, before letting out an “Oww!” when Alfred, our beta cousin jabbed an elbow into his side.
I could sense more of the elders agreeing when I caught them nodding and murmuring between themselves, the tension rising in the air as my patience thinned.
My claws scrapped noisily against the throne of skulls I sat on, and the heat from the flame torches behind me made the full mat of my black hair stick to the back of my stocky neck.
“I would mind that pick-pocket wife of yours if I were you, Silver, what right do you have speaking on mates?” Alfred chimed in and a scandalized gasp went through the crowd as the elder wolf’s face drained of color.
It was well-known how his wife had been dragged through the streets and stripped for robbery, and I felt satisfaction knowing that the beta knew where his loyalty lay.
“Enough! I will not stand for this intimidation!” One of the wolves who had been sitting stone-faced the entire time piped up suddenly and I almost threw my hands up in frustration.
I needed to catch my evening hunt and now I wasn't even going to make it in time before fucking sunset!
I hated missing evening hunts...they were important.
“This pack needs a Luna to move forward! We’re open to attack as it is from whoever wishes because our powers are not at a maximum!” Another big-chested wolf elder piped up, and it only took a split-second for me to close the distance between us, all 6’7ft of my towering frame dwarfing his own as I clenched my claws around his neck.
“YOU DARE QUESTION THE EXTENT OF MY POWERS RODERIGO?” I roared in a deafening voice that seemed to shake the throne room to it's foundations.
I could hear the creak of chairs as some of the elders fell to their knees or leaned away, horrified.
Who the fuck did this maggot think he was questioning my power?
“I have razed seven
thousandwolf armies to the ground in a single night and YOU DARE QUESTION MY BLOODY COMMAND?” I thundered again, watching the man’s square face turn blue as he struggled futilely against my hold, his eyes widening when I lifted him off the ground.“Your Highness! Shit! Anthony!” My cousin’s voice echoed somewhere behind me but he need not have bothered because the rage flooding my system pounded hotly in my ears.
I saw red threads weaving around in my vision as I ground my teeth, tightening my grip on the man’s neck and watching as his veins jumped and bulged from his thick neck.
“Christ!” More gasps rose from the crowd before the sharp crack of cartilage breaking filled the air and a rush of silence followed after I allowed the man’s corpse to fall to the ground with a heavy thud.
I turned back toward the crowd calmly, catching my brother’s excited face, his bright blue eyes still focused on the blood pooling by my feet with a dull intensity. Hunger. I could feel my wolf drooling.
Fucking hell, I needed to get into the woods.
“No one, none of you gives the orders. We do. Understood?” I hissed in a harsh, commanding tone that brooked no argument, watching the elders exchange horrified glances before they bowed their consent.
“Court’s dismissed. Get your asses back in your tents! The Big Bad Wolf’s is over and signing out!” Michael hollered behind me as I stormed out of the hall and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.
It was just like the annoying son-of-a-bitch to make jokes over a dead body.
“Tony! Tony man wait up!” Michael hedged, jogging up behind me as I fastened my pace.
“Not my fault you have little legs Johnny,” I answered sarcastically, eyeing his long, sturdy legs with some envy.
He was faster than me, Michael. He was the scout, the reaper before the Devil came to collect. It was how the pack saw us.
The Dreaded Hunters of Gotham.
“What's for tonight? Blood and bones? The usual ram or something special?” Michael panted, and I could have missed the sharp flash of his big white fangs if I hadn't been looking.
I felt bloodlust shudder through me as I snapped my head up to the moon, waiting. We usually fed on prisoners only, the bad, the corrupt...but I didn't feel like tasting the iron in their blood this night.
No...I wanted something special...something different.
I shook my head, nodding to the guards who doubled over in a bow as we strode through the large iron gates of the city, the fluorescent halo of the wall searchlights stopping just short of the tree lines.
There was something about the moon this night, the way the silvery light shone over the shadowed arc of pine trees.
It was quiet tonight in the dark woods, and it was never fucking quiet. Not even the chirping of crickets and the song of birds could be heard.
“Something‘s wrong Tony, I can feel it.” My brother’s quiet growl came, only confirming the anxious knot in my gut.
Elena Wolfe“Get out of my sight Elena Wolfe.” Alpha Alaric’s booming voice still thundered in my head as I stumbled into the dark woods.I’d killed someone, killed a princess. I brought my shaky hands to my face, and my blood-stained fingers blurred as a wave of dizziness tore through me. I didn't have much time... I had to hurry before Alpha Alaric finished his last rites and came hunting for me, a fate worse than death.“Come on Elena, just a little farther,” I wheezed to myself, unable to stop the whimper from rising through my throat when my view of the shadowed trees blurred as my eyes filled with tears.Nineteen years. That was how long I had been a part of Alpha Alaric’s pack and half of it I lived as an outcast because of my dead mates.I had longed for freedom...a place where I was truly accepted, but not like this.The snap of dried twigs behind me made me whip my head around and squint into the darkness, my heart instantly thumping faster inside me.What the hell was that?
Elena WolfeThere was static buzzing in my ears when I groaned awake, and my body felt like it had been torn apart and stitched back before I woke up.“Ugh,” I groaned, struggling to sit up and blinking when I realized I was in a cell of some sort, with only the bright yellow bulb swinging from the ceiling for light.My heart instantly thumped hard in my chest as I startled forward, a shriek hooking in my throat when my hands smashed into the gold food cart that had been parked by the corner of the bed.Where was I? How long had I been out? The memory of what had happened before the royal wolves knocked me out came flooding back in and it was all I could do to keep from making any sounds when I realized I was not alone in the room.The thick shadows moved at the corners of the room and my heart squeezed painfully in my chest when my gaze locked on a man’s unnerving blue eyes.“About time you woke up Rapunzel, Tony here’s been itching to sink his fangs into you the whole night.” The b
Michaels PovI turned to see Anthony with most serious look I had seen on him so far"Or you pretend to be our mate, Elena Wolfe," Anthony’s cold, taunting voice cut through the air. I observed the visible fear coursing through Elena, her face was drained in shock and eyes were filled with fear. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clung to herself, seeking solace in her own embrace. It was sad to see but I knew the drama was just unfolding and I was in the front row to watch and had a opportunity to participate at anytime.I didn’t expect the hunt to be this thrilling a combined with the escalating tension,today an exceptional experience. "So, what’s your choice, princess?" I taunted, relishing my participation in the unfolding events like I said, I had the power to participate at any time. This was a captivating ride, and I had every intention to seize the opportunity.I chuckled,Not loud but loud enough to catch Elena’s attention, Her eyes briefly flashed with intense despise b
What had I done?I stared at my trembling hand, memories of today's events unfolding before me like a vivid dream. Was I still dreaming? Had I died in the forest, only to wake up in heaven? That might explain the luxurious duvet covering me—the same one I used to shield myself from the Alphas' predatory gazes. I vividly recall the blonde-haired Alpha with a wicked smirk, his eyes fixed on me as if he wanted to tear me apart, albeit in a strangely enticing manner. And of course, I couldn't shake the memory of my almost second kill.Today, it seemed, I was on a roll.His black hair, like his brother's, cascaded down in long waves, always impeccably arranged. I knew he harbored hatred towards me, likely biding and waiting for the right time to strike, like a predator patiently awaiting the perfect moment to devour its prey. However, there was something in the way he looked at me that stirred desires I mentally chastised myself for entertaining or maybe I was just mad. His hazel eyes had
Michael’s POVFew days laterI despise silence, but today marked a different scenario.Anthony and I exchanged silent glances, we were both curious awaiting an answer.Our attention was now fixed on Alfred, anticipating his words. Whether he genuinely found us intriguing or was merely jesting, I couldn't discern. This was the second time he had instructed us to wait.Under usual circumstances, I'd be seething with impatienceand maybe drawn out a few blood from him, but the gravity of the information Alfred possessed demanded a measure of restraint that I was surprised we had. So, begrudgingly, we chose patience over frustration."Do you want to die?" Anthony finally broke the silence."Seconded," I spoke up. Alfred raised his head, looking at us with a smile. However, he quickly realized the gravity of the situation, and his smile transformed into a serious expression as he spoke."Alright, she's a rogue.""We know that," Anthony's voice dripped with annoyance; he clearly wasn't in the
Elena’s POVThe Tempest within The door echoed with a resounding thud as I stumbled into my room, my emotions swirling like a tempest. The air was thick with an unspoken heaviness, and my heart thudded against my chest in a rhythm that mirrored the chaos within.I slammed the door shut behind me, a futile attempt to shut out the storm raging both inside and out. Clutching my chest, I stood there for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the fear that gripped me. Slowly, I sank to the ground, the cool floor providing a stark contrast to the heat of my emotions.Closing my eyes, I tried to make sense of the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded, What I had done?. The room felt like a haven turned hostile, each piece of furniture a witness to my inner turmoil. I knew, deep down, that I had just opened a door to an irreversible path, one that would change the course of my life.Recalling the angry glares and the shock etched across their faces, I shuddered. I had expected resistance,
Anthony’s POVI sensed an underlying unease as I trailed the guard through the intricate corridors of the pack compound. Our footfalls reverberated, creating a disconcerting symphony within the thick silence enveloping us. Despite the faint fragrance of damp earth and distant pine trees wafting in from the open windows, an unsettling atmosphere persisted, shrouding the night in an ominous aura.The guard accompanying me, a steadfast figure whose eyes bore the marks of seasoned service, commenced detailing the grim events. "Alpha, it's a sight unlike any I've seen in my years of service. The guards... it's beyond mere death; they were brutally mutilated. It's as if a ruthless, savage force tore through them, leaving no shred of mercy in its wake."His words formed a chilling overture to the enigma that lay ahead. Despite the shiver his account sent down my spine, I maintained a stoic demeanor, wearing a mask of indifference to conceal any hint of emotion. "Proceed," I commanded, my voi
Micheal’s POVIn the dimly lit corridors of the grand mansion, my footsteps echoed with a hollow resonance, mirroring the relentless turmoil within. The rejection from Elena weighed heavily upon me, casting a pervasive shadow over each step I took. It had been several excruciating days since she had adamantly declined the opportunity to unite with us as our mate. With the passage of time, the wound of her refusal seemed to deepen, each moment carving away at my composure, leaving me feeling as though I were unraveling, spiraling into a state of utter turmoil. The constant churn of emotions was beginning to feel like a relentless descent into madness, a disquieting sensation that only seemed to intensify as the days wore on.Navigating through the treacherous terrain of rejection has never been my forte, and now, the future we once envisioned stands fragmented, resembling a shattered illusion. My wolf, an insatiable creature driven by an unrelenting hunger for Elena, seemed to take con