Alpha Maximus

HopeI wake up in the cold of winter, and my breath fogs up the attic window. I slowly sit up, trying not to disturb my wounds. I stand and stare at the broken mirror in front of me.My white dress, not so white anymore, is covered with grime, dust and dirt. The edges are tattered with the odd rip, and the material is thin in places, and has over time, frayed.My eyes are an unusual bright silver and blue. My hair used to be white, almost platinum blonde, but it has been years since I have had the luxury of using soap in my hair, so now it looks ash blonde.Freezing, I grab the only other piece of clothing I have, and wear it over the top of my dress. It is a tatty old cardigan with no buttons, so I hold the front of it closed with my hands, which are shaking from the cold.The sound of birds outside my window captures my attention, and I turn my head to look out the window at the birds, hopping around in the fresh snow. It’s beautiful and calming to watch but does not bring me any wa

Alpha Tate rejected us. Hurt us! He must be playing with us! I don't like Alpha Tate, or his wolf, Grey, who is always trying to argue with me. Storm says.I know. He can't expect me to run into his arms after the way he has treated me all these years. He rejected me!It's getting dark and cold out here. We should head back to the attic. I say.On my way to the house, pack members are scouring the area for me. They must be searching for us. Storm says.I sneak around to the back of the house and climb up the lattice, onto the roof. I crawl low, so no one can see me.Above the dining room, I hear Alpha Tate through the open window below me, speaking to other people. I crawl closer to the edge of the roof to hear him clearly.‘I am telling you now, she isn't an ordinary wolf. I saw it with my own eyes. She has the power to heal,’ he yells.‘Even if she does have this ability, what are your intentions with her?’ Sam asks.‘If she can heal, we can use her to take over other packs, and bec

The next morning, the sun rises, and I feel nervous and worried about leaving the pack for so long and about not finding her, and having to return without her. It would be bad for the pack and myself, because I am struggling to control Chaos as it is. I can't imagine how much worse he will be if we don't find her.I just need to put my faith in the Moon Goddess. Surely, she doesn't want the lycans to die out? Doesn’t she want me to be happy? And my mate to be happy? Maybe she has been looking for me and wants me. Or maybe she doesn't want a mate. And that is why we can't find her, because she doesn't want to be found. Or maybe she wants a werewolf and not a lycan. What if she rejects us?Stressing, I pace back and forth, trying not to panic.‘Alpha, are you okay?’ Nathan asks, and I look up and snarl.Shit! Chaos! Stop! I yell at him.I look at Nathan with my black lycan eyes, and Nathan slowly backs away, pulling out a dose of wolfsbane in case I attack him.Forcing to be in control,

Alpha MaximusI have spent the last few weeks travelling through every pack house on the map. I let out a heavy sigh.‘What's the name of the next pack?’ I ask Nathan.‘Blackwood. We will be there soon. Tomorrow night is a full moon though, so I suggest you stay the extra night there to keep Chaos contained,’ Nathan explains.‘It's the safest thing to do,’ I agree.There is a dark and eerie feeling in the Blackwood territory. There are a lot of dead trees and a storm is brewing.‘This place looks terrible,’ Nathan says.‘Yep. And we’re here for two nights,’ I remind him.We are approached and greeted by Alpha Tate, and strangely he seems very happy to have us there. He walks us through the pack house and into his office. A man walks in with a tray of glasses and a bottle of whisky.‘This is my Beta, Sam,’ Alpha Tate says, introducing us.We shake hands and I sit back down.‘Drink?’ Sam asks, half filling the four glasses, and passing us all a glass.‘We’re thrilled to be hosting a lyc

HopeThe lycan is berserk, snarling and growling, saliva flying out his mouth. Sam reaches for the knife in his belt.‘No!’ I scream, while he thrusts the knife in and out of his stomach.‘Slow down! I want him to watch this before he dies,’ Alpha Tate says, moving my hair from my neck, and nuzzling the spot where he will mark me. I’m crying my eyes out. Leant against the bars, Sam grins while watching Alpha Tate, and the lycan bleed out.About to die any moment, the lycan’s eyes roll back in his head. I spot a syringe in Sam's belt. Without knowing what’s in it, it’s my only chance of helping the lycan. I squirm from Alpha Tate's protruding teeth, grazing my neck. Just as I grab it, a few men I don't recognise run downstairs.‘Shit!’ Sam says, pouncing at them in his wolf form.Six different wolves from two different packs maul eachother. I hold the syringe firmly, and jab Alpha Tate's leg, and he strikes me across the face, before swaying, and falling to the ground. He collapses on