Chapter 7: Female Alpha
Rhys’s P.O.V:
Mate.
She was my potential mate. The first wolf that my wolf had chosen after my transformation ten years ago, after my first shift into a werewolf. I’ve finally found her!
When a shifter first turns eighteen, they shift into their respective animal halves. As soon as the animal part comes to surface it starts searching for a partner. It happens because even though our human urges can be controlled, our animal side longs for contact, for a connection that is unbreakable until the day we die. Contact of the most intimate kind with someone like its own. Hence, it starts searching for potential mates. But I had never found one until now, my wolf hadn’t found anyone worthy until this instant. As Alpha, I had much more control over my wolf than any other wolf, which is why I had been able to control the urge to find a mate and to stabilize my pack.
The first thought I had after realizing she was a potential mate was that, she didn't belong here. With hair an unique shade of silver and eyes an endless blue as that of the ocean, she looked very much like the fairy tale princesses in pink gowns that my mother had told me about when I was just a babe. Instead, here she was in a navy full sleeve sweater and black jeans with knee high snow boots, standing in the middle of a dungeon, looking very much in control over the situation.
"Mat-"
"Why did you come here?" Though her voice was a snarl, it's rough yet feminine sound felt like music to my ears.
It seemed to register a bit later in my love-fried brain that she had just cut me off. No one has ever dared to do that, except for my father and he had been an Alpha. Mate or not, this wolf needed to be taught who she was dealing with. "How dare you speak to me like that? I'm the most powerful Alpha in all of Asia!" I roared, my Alpha wolf seeping into my voice. “I will not tolerate-“
"You will never, ever speak to me that way." Spoken in the calmest of voices, but the power in it made my wolf whine and bow its head. I was beyond astonished. My wolf had never bowed down to anyone. Why did it bow to her? Who was she?
"You killed eight wolves send by our allies to negotiate peace. How do you explain that? And we don't let women do the talking, call your Alpha." Zyane seemed to have broken out of his mate-inflicted stupor but his brain hadn't yet registered who he was speaking to.
"Oh! Those trackers you mean? Mind telling us what they were doing in our lands, without our permission and that too armed to the teeth?" The village girl grit out sarcastically, her expression turning to anger. "And you are already in the presence of our Alpha, wolf. This is our land, our reign, our territory. So you better start respecting our Alpha."
"What were you doing here? State your purpose! Am I to assume that you are here for the same reasons those trackers were here for? To find our weakness and take over the pack?" She spoke to me directly, ignoring the bickering going on just behind her back.
"No," I answered truthfully. "We heard from our allies in China that their trackers were killed by a single white wolf and we wanted to know who had that much strength to have taken down eight highly trained wolves. That's why we came. To see if you had any intention of attacking us or turning hostile."
"I see," she said thoughtfully, brows wrinkling in concentration. Even that tiny, meaningless gesture looked good on her.
She finally seemed to have noticed the other couple in the vicinity, one glaring and the other looking utterly lovesick. A few days ago, I would have thrown Zyane off a cliff back in Jever for daring to look so pitiful when we were in danger, but now I knew exactly how he felt. Damn fate!
"Aya," she warned the girl and I finally had a name for her. "Let’s go. We have work to do.”
"But jiji, it was his fault!" Aya wined childishly, stomping her foot on the ground. So the brat was her little sister.
"I don't care. Out. Now!" Aya glared at Zyane one last time and then stormed away in a fit of rage. The silver haired woman looked me dead in the eyes. "The crime for trespassing into our lands is death. But since you are an Alpha, we have no intention of starting a war with your pack. But a crime is a crime. You and your beta," she momentarily turned her gaze at Zyane before turning back to me. "You will stay in this dungeon for two more days without any food or water. That should be punishment enough for the time being.”
"You can't do that to us! I'm an Alpha; I will not endure such treatment! There will be severe consequences once I get out of here, remember that!" No matter what happens, I would never beg her to release me on the basis of us being potential mates; it was as pathetic as being a little girl scared of the big bad wolf. She must be feeling it too, the pull was strong, but she was hiding it exceptionally well. She can't be that strong that she feels nothing...could she?
"That is, if you get out of here,” she mocked me with her hand on her hip. She looked like a woman who had never heard no for an answer. She must have a weak spot somewhere! Something that I can use to manipulate her and get out of here. But the woman looked tough as ice and her gaze was just as frosty.
“Who are you? Which pack do you belong to?” I asked her, trying to get as much information out of her as I could so I could find out her weakness. But it looks like she knew exactly what game I was playing at.
“For now, the only thing you need to know is that I’m an Alpha and you’re my hostage. We’ll get to first name basis only after your punishment is over.”
With that, she turned and left the dungeons, her silver hair floating like cloud behind her.
Chapter 8: Pains of Betrayal Rhys’s P.O.V: I don't know how long it has been, but it felt like eternity since I was left bleeding and chained to the dungeon walls. Zyane had tried to make small talk with me but I made it very clear that it was because of his mate that we're even in this hell hole. I haven't told him that the white haired women was my potential mate. I haven't confirmed it with her yet, so I wasn't even sure if she felt the bond at all. It felt so ironic thinking that not even a week ago, I was the one being lectured about finding my potential mate and settling down for the stability of the pack. And now, Karma the Bitch has bit me in the ass with all her might and my mate just turned out to be the potentially violent Alpha that Aiden and Devon were after. As promised, no food or water had arrived and I was pretty sure I was ready to drink my own blood
Chapter 9: Heated Denials Rhys’s P.O.V: I wasn't going to die after all. That was my first thought as I heard the hinges of the dungeon gate creak open. It felt like I had been without food and water for about a century and the Goddamned bullet in my shoulder was finally going to be poisoning my blood for good and that would be the end of me. So when I finally heard noises from the doorway of the dungeon, I was ready to get the hell out of this place once and for all. I was even ready to fucking leave this pack alone and just return home only if it weren’t for the silver haired Alpha, my mate. "W-w...t...r..." I could hardly breathe let alone speak. It felt like I had swallowed gallons of sand, my throat was that dry. But I don't remember if I actually got the water I had asked for because black sports soon danced in my vision and the next thing I know, I had passed out from exhaustion and the lack of nu
Chapter 10: Deal Mikalya’s P.O.V: I slammed the door shut on my way out of the egoistic Alpha’s room. There was a crowd gathered outside in the hallway, most probably waiting for eager gossip or maybe they were just weary of what might happen next if I accidentally killed the Alpha? I wouldn’t be able to tell with my mind seething with rage. But my packmates had clearly felt the rage through the pack link, the intricate bond of blood that connected us all as a pack, because they parted like the red sea as soon as they saw me approach. I was sure I wasn’t a pretty sight either with my eyes glowing with the wolf’s rage and my lips pulled back n a snarl. Their hurried motion of stepping out of my way as if I would actually take my anger out on them, would have been comical if my mind wasn’t so distracted. I didn’t even know which way I was heading until I found myself standing in front of the training room. Maybe
Chapter 11: Chase Rhys’s P.O.V "That went well," Zyane sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yes it did," I agreed, amused. But that amusement was soon wiped off my face as soon as I looked back at the spot Mikalya had occupied not long ago. "Holy Shit!" In her place hung a punching block made of metal alloy, but the only difference was that the long solid block in the shape of a cylinder was now crushed beyond recognition and there were slight red stains on them indicating that she had done it by bare hands. "Maybe you have actually found your match, Rhys!" Zyane slapped my back before whistling at the deformed block and going back the way he came. But even though he didn't admit it out loud, I knew he was thinking that Mikalya was far more than just my match. I circled around the deformed block a few times, assessing the damage. Okay, so maybe I was guilty of admiring
Chapter 12: Two Steps Backward Mikalya's P.O.V: I was fuming as I stormed out of the kitchen. The nerve of that man! How dare he roam around my house like he belongs here! How dare he talk to my people like he has the right to? How dare he! Does he think I’m joking with him? I turn my back on the man once and he goes around exploring my pack house like it’s an amusement park with a ‘free exploration’ tag. I needed a run. That arrogant, dominating, stupid, selfish, ALPHA was getting on my last nerves and I needed to sweat him out of my system for good. I know I’ll have to bear with him sticking around for a couple days and I also knew that his reasons for staying were entirely personal no matter how much bullshits about it being a ‘mission to find out if the pack is a violent one’, that doesn’t mean I’m liking it one bit. I want him go
Chapter 13: Trouble in Paradise Rhys’s P.O.V: A vicious growl tore through me as I watched Zyane about to do the unthinkable. The growl distracted Zyane enough to snap his attention towards me, but all he did was growl at me in rage before turning back towards the cowering girl he had trapped under him by force. Knowing that I was the closest one to him, I jumped up on top of one of the rocks and in one swift motion, landed right behind Zyane and sank my teeth into his shoulders to rip him off of the girl and throw Zyane away from her. I turned towards Zyane as he recovered from his shock. I saw Mikalya take a protective stance in front of the girl, but she didn’t interfere. She knew that this fight was between me and my packmate and her interference could only cause trouble. But damn she had every right to pound Zyane to the ground for the little stunt he was about to pull off. The girl was clearly not feelin
Chapter 14: Secrets Rhys’s P.O.V: I stood behind and watched as two female soldiers pushed Zyane into the same dungeon cell we were first put into and shut the gate in his face but not before strapping on the silver handcuffs. He was still growling and struggling against them, but the soldiers seemed to be unaffected by it. They simply dragged and shoved him into the cell like he was a ragdoll and not 200 pounds of muscle, clawing and scratching at anything he could get his hands on. After they had secured the lock and left, I came forward and stood in front of his cell. "Are you really that desperate, Zyane?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest. “Do you have any idea what you were about to do? That girl, your mate, is a child! She’s not even eighteen yet and you’re thirty two. Not only is she underaged and un-transformed, her wolf doesn’t recognize you at her mate! What you were trying to do w
Chapter 15: Heart to Heart Mikalya’s P.O.V: It was afternoon, the day after the event with Aya and Zyane and I was feeling the need to see someone and sort things out with him. I wasn’t complete heartless bitch like some people assumed I was, so I knew when a ‘thank you’ was due. And Rhys definitely deserved a ‘thank you’ from me. If Rhys hadn’t done what he had yesterday, Aya would have been bound in a relationship that she didn’t desire and Zyane would be dead. There was no other option for whoever forces a mating on a female. It was one of our most absolute rules. Mating bonds were taken seriously. Which was also why my wolf was getting used to being close to Rhys the more time he spent being near me. It wasn’t right, my heart kept telling me. But my wolf was already feeling the pull of the mating bond. It’s difficult for a wolf to get their mate out of their mind once the mating bond had been sensed by bo