Alpha Hades
We chose to stand behind the gathering crowd. I don't want to let anyone know who I am until the time is right. Damon stands next to me and watches as the wolves arrive to take their places.
He nudges me and leans closer, "Are you sure this is the right thing to do? We discussed the deal, and you never told the old Alpha you would think on the day of the ceremony. The Rogue Alpha signed the papers, my friend; we can't back out of this without losing our honour."
I scan the crowd once more and let a low groan pass my lips. I don't see the old fool among the guests nor the young Alpha. Have they decided to blow the deal before I've fully made up my mind?
Damon attempts to nudge me again, but I quickly catch his hand. If this fool keeps nudging me, he'll betray my lousy condition to the enemies. I'm one decent nudge away from bleeding all over this place. "Cut the crap, Damon," I hiss, fighting the urge to bring everyone, including my best friend, to their knees. "I want to watch them first and then decide if it's worth my time. I've wasted a whole week on this shit; I won't waste more unless I find something that catches my eye and makes me want to stick around."
As soon as he nods, I quickly scan the crowd. Thank God I didn't draw attention to myself- that'd be the stupidest thing I could do. For now, we need to stay away and act like guests, not the main characters in this charade.
Once my body relaxes, Damon's back with his bullshit: "What about young Alpha? I told you, he's quite the view."
I glance at my watch and shake my head, "There's got to be more to him than a pretty face."
We can't discuss this in public. I can only imagine the rumours that might flood the neighbouring packs if someone overhears this conversation and finds out I'm the young Alpha's groom.
Damon leans closer to me and whispers, "Well, he's never been with a man before, so that makes him a pretty perfect virgin bottom, doesn't it?"
Be damned my curiosity! "How would you know?" The question leaves me faster than I can think of how to phrase a reasonable sentence.
"Asked around." He shrugs and leans against the wall. To outsiders, Damon probably looks like the laid back, cool guy who has no worry in the world. However, my men know his body language and the message he's trying to send them- Damon demands they form a wall around us and don't let others near.
Once the wall of men separates us from the remaining crowd, I chuckle. "As grateful as I am for the effort, you shouldn't have. For your sake, I'll rephrase myself. There's got to be more to him than a pretty face and virginity."
"Come on, that's a big deal these days. Even I haven't met a man who hasn't been with someone before me. You know how open we are these days; even straight men fuck other men." If we weren't standing in the middle of a huge crowd, I'm sure he'd raise his voice.
"Can we not discuss it? I'm not in the mood for your bullshit." I glance at my watch again. Whatever's going on, the old fart and his son are taking their sweet time.
"Anyway, do you like how the pack prepared this place for your wedding? There's too much white involved; we stand out. Everyone on the brides' side is wearing white, while we're all draped in black. Talk about the inability to fit in wherever we go." I'm about to snap or at least throw a sarcastic remark at Damon when movement catches my eye.
I can see the disturbing view even past my men. Not far from us stands an uncomfortable-looking woman with a man at her side. My eyes take them in; something feels off. As Damon describes the young Alpha I'm supposed to marry; I notice what's wrong with the couple. The man has his arm around the woman; his hand clasps her shoulder so tightly that she'll have massive bruises on her skin.
"Zip it, Damon," I growl louder than I expected. A few heads turn in my direction, but one that stands out is the woman who caught my eye. Her cheeks are taut with remnants of tears, her lower lip appears to be split open, and her eyes are glowing bright red. What the fuck? What's wrong with this pack? Don't they care about their people?
I feel Damon's hand on my shoulder, I hear him pleading to let it go, but I'm quick to shrug him off and force my way through my men. This isn't my pack, I have no right to voice my opinion, but I won't tolerate this bullshit on my land, and I'll be damned if I overlook it here.
By the time I come back to my senses, the crowd around me watches me hold the piece of shit of a man in a deadly grip with his back pressed against the wall. My grip around his throat is so tight he asshole's nose bleeds while he thrashes against me. Thank God I didn't grab him with my right arm; I'd give out my state before I could hide it.
A surprised hiss draws everyone's, including mine, attention towards someone else. "What in the world is going on here?"
I look over my shoulder and see Damon leap in front of me, throw up his arms, and speak up, "Look, guys, here comes the bride!"
Before I can think about how much time this young Alpha has wasted, he keeps talking. To my surprise, he doesn't seem to care one bit about the man I attacked. "Where is he?"
"Where's who?" Damon asks, sounding all sorts of amused.
"You know who, the Rogue Alpha. We have a ceremony planned here." At the mention of the title, I scoff and return my attention to my victim. Men like him don't deserve to walk the face of earth unpunished. My grip on his throat tightens as a delicate hand lands on my arm, and a soft voice rings out from my right. "And who are you to attack my pack member?"
I let go of the man and let him collapse at my feet. "We're aware of the ceremony, but thank you for the kind reminder. As for the most important question- not who, but why. I assume an Alpha would assure no member of his pack comes to harm, and this wonderful young lady doesn't seem too happy about this piece of shit touching her." I motion towards the frightened woman.
"Again, who are you? And, please, entertain me, tell me who I look like to believe your words."
A loud laugh escapes me before I can suppress it. Turning to face the young Alpha, I take off my mask and flash him the best smile I can manage. "My name is Nero Hades, and you, Alpha, look like you're mine."
Zeno "My name is Nero Hades, and you, Alpha, look like you're mine."His words echo in my mind again and again. The longer I look at him, the more I feel like my head is spinning. Especially with the tone in which he said the word "mine". He said it so loudly and with so much emphasis that I'm sure even our neighbours heard him.Even though we're literally in the spotlight, and I'm sure my pack members don't want to miss out on the drama, his men slowly lead everyone to their seats.Never, not in a million years, did I think I'd be thankful for the Rogue Alpha's men around me.Wait, he can't be the Rogue Alpha now that we
Alpha HadesAh, if only I could put his facial expression in words. The best comparison I can think of to how the Old Alpha Silver looks now is a child who had a chance to grab and taste a lemon for the first time in his life.Someone's not happy about giving his son away. No one asked him for such a deal; it was his idea, not mine.Yet now, while his pretty little son stands in front of me and I hold his hands, the old bastard keeps throwing me death stares.I wonder how he'll react when he finds out I'm taking his precious son away from this territory. Arranged marriage or not, I can't let anyone put my almost-husband in danger.I grin at the older Silver when Zeno, I believe th
ZenoI should listen to my father; every part of me almost cries out that I should. But I can't.An adult Alpha wouldn't allow a friend, or a pack member, to support his weight unless something was seriously wrong with him. I won't mention it; I'm sure Nero has a reason to hide his possible injuries.Fake marriage or not, the man in front of me is my husband, and I promised to stay by his side for better or worse, and that's exactly what I intend to do.This whole spectacle wasn't my idea, it was my father's, and he should know that I'm supposed to stand by my husband's side so that everyone believes we have feelings for each other.Isn't deciding for me whom
Alpha HadesThank the Goddess, I didn't have to chase my bratty wife around the damn pack.It's amusing how I understand that my spouse is a man and I should call him my husband, but I can't restrain myself from thinking of Zeno as my wife, let alone addressing him by anything other than that.But to be fair, I didn't expect him to be like this.When old Silver Alpha came up with the deal, I was sure I was getting involved with a spoiled brat, but Zeno proved to be anything but that.Yes, he's a bit bratty, but that's something I can put aside as an Alpha trait- the constant need to defy everyone and prove his superiority.
Zeno"Damon, you have thirty seconds to close that door," Nero growls, his eyes still fixed on my face.Here I was, thinking Nero's friend saved my ass, but it seems my husband won't let anyone free me from his grip.I gulp and try to get off him, but Nero growls even louder and tightens his hold on me.The friend, Damon, doesn't move from the spot. I glance at him, hoping I look as desperate for help as ever, which I probably do because his gaze holds pity. Great, even one of Nero's men pities my position. I can't drop any lower than that."Five," Nero snarls, turning his attention to Damon.
Alpha HadesDid I come off too strong? Perhaps, but then again, he's an Alpha and should be able to take my shit with ease.Now that I think about it, maybe, just maybe, I'm wrong.What if there really is more to Zeno than meets the eye?One of those hidden things must be connected to the medicine he mentioned earlier. What kind of crap does he have to take if he doesn't want to die? How severe is the disease? What in the world could be fatal to an Alpha? Unless it's another shifter, I've never heard of a disease that could take down an Alpha werewolf.Then comes his unique appearance. Only a blind man wouldn't notice how handsome the Silver Alpha is, b
ZenoI can't believe this. He's impossible.Nero always has an answer ready, no matter what I do or say. And on top of that, to make it worse, he chooses what to respond to or what to ignore.Couldn't my father warn me about Nero and his behaviour? Probably not, since he had no idea whom I would marry.I wait for Nero to carry me inside the bedroom and let me back on my feet. Again, I have to remind myself why I put up with his behaviour. For my people, I'll sleep in the monster's bed. It sucks that his bedroom looks perfect and his bed incredibly comfortable. I'd feel like I'm doing more if he locked me in the cells.Nero's gaze nearly bu
Alpha HadesCome to think of it, I've heard a lot of rumours about Alpha's Silver pack, but some of them sounded so exaggerated that I didn't bother to listen.But now, I regret that I didn't. Looking at my wife, my Zeno, I understand why some wolves I met couldn't shut up about the qualities of said pack. Or should I say about the appearance of those who live in the territory of the Silver Moons?Zeno, he's... He's something special. I know we've barely met, but I know he's special. If not to others, then at least to me.The slight blush that appears on his cheeks when I hold him only emphasises how pale he really is. His eyes seem to sparkle every time I crack a joke, but the confusion in them dr