Spare Me, Alpha

Ch 2: In Which She Meets Alpha Damien

There was a knock on the door, and Heather wished she was just being paranoid… only she was not. The second knock, contrarily to the first one which had been soft, startled her. She stroked the face of her baby sister before hauling her up in her arms delicately and hiding her in the closet.

But if her guesses were any good, hiding her sister would only delay the inevitable.

She opened the door ever so slightly, feigning sleepiness with a yawn but inwardly preparing herself for the shift and the fight to come – her lack of training be damned.

The two men standing at her door were clad in casual jeans and t-shirts and their eyes didn’t look feral… not like rogues anyway.

Figures! She thought. Rogues don’t knock politely on people’s doors. They barge in, you dummy.

She inwardly breathed out a sigh of relief before she was startled by the bulkier man’s hand grabbing her arm in a vicious grip.

“Who are you?” He thundered.

“No… nobody.” She stuttered, her relief long gone. The real question was who the two men were and what they were doing at her modest hotel room.

“I said who the hell are you?” His eyes flashed black for a moment but that didn’t scare her… not that much.

It only meant the werewolf within him was losing patience. Had they turned red, however, she would have screamed bloody murder before fighting for her life, for that would have meant he was a rogue.

Apparently, he was not used to waiting for he was soon entering the room, together with his friend, shoving her onto the bed and telling her in a firm voice, “I won’t ask the same question a third time.”

“My name’s Heather,” she answered shakily, her eyes darting to the closet involuntarily.

He must have noticed that, along with her sister’s scent. The guy was a werewolf after all.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” The other man who looked much calmer said in a taunting manner.

Heather run to where her baby sister was hidden, and stood in front of the closet, looking ferociously protective with her arms outstretched.

“Who’s in the closet, little one?” The same man asked in a rather soft tone.

“My sister,” she let out almost unintentionally, as if she couldn’t help herself.

“Do you know where you two are?” The bulkier of the two asked in a gruff tone.

“In Vegas?” She asked rather than stated, sounding perplexed.

“You’re more importantly trespassing on alpha Damien’s territory, pup,” he told her seriously.

“I… I… I didn’t know.” She stammered on her words, “I’m so very sorry. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”

“As if I’d allow that, sweetheart,” the other man whom she could notice now had a dominating aura about him told her.

“I’m just a lost werewolf who had to run from rogues. I mean your pack no harm.” She tried to argue, tried to explain her situation, her desperation.

“Be that as it may, you cannot leave, little one.” He let out, a small smirk stretching his lips. “Do you want to know why?”

She gulped down in fear and then asked bravely, “Why?”

“Because you’re my mate, and it’d harm my image a lot if I, alpha Damien of the Blue Moon Pack, allowed my mate to run away from me.”