Bastard Son Of An Alpha King

Chapter 2

Nick's POV

I was running ahead of the other warriors in the woods after Simeon sent me a message that a rogue spy was lurking around the pack. We decided to give it a go.

Rogues are werewolves that run away from their packs for one reason or another to live on their own in the wild. They can be very wild and uncultured and, as such, are considered very dangerous.

Two things the moonlight pack can't stand are rogues and witches.

We most often capture rogues and keep them in our reformatory for them to be reformed and accepted into the pack system. Only on very rare occasions do we kill them, unless they force our hands.

My hatred for those wild untamed beasts is beyond words, especially since the rogues were responsible for the death of my grandmother, who was the only family member that treated me nicely.

I could still vividly remember how she was killed. I was only twelve years old and yet to be able to shift as a wolf. Grandma had sent Simeon and me on an errand, and when we got back, we saw the vicious monsters covered in blood running into the woods. My grandma was dead with her eyes open and covered in her pool of blood. It hurt then that I could not protect her when all she ever did was protect me from my dad and his mistress.

My greatest joy will be to punish those rogues who assisted in destroying my life and taking away the only source of happiness I had left in me.

After her death, I was moved to the packhouse where I received the worst treatment of my life. It seemed as if my father's mistress had been waiting for such a time to unleash her rain of terror on me. I was constantly being beaten and whipped by my father's orders.

I used to wonder what I had done wrong to deserve such hatred from my father, and I still don't know why. The torture they subjected me to is the source of my rage and violence today.

"She is running towards you, Nick," Simeon said.

I saw the rogue running away, which made me start pushing my arms back and forth, jumping over fallen trees, dodging insects, and pumping my legs as fast as they could go. The rogue was super fast, but it was no match for my strength and stamina.

Within seconds, I had caught up with the rogue, while the other guys later joined me in surrounding it. On closer observation, we discovered that the rogue was a she-wolf. She was huge and beautiful, with golden and black flecks of fur, and to top it all off, she was an alpha wolf. She didn't look wild or dirty, and at first glance, you might even mistake her for just a well-bred wolf.

I can't believe we have been chasing after a girl. Most female wolves are known to be weak with little or no athletic strength, but she seems to have defied that rule.

She doesn't even look frightened.

Which girl will not be frightened by over eight alpha wolves hovering around her? She stood her ground, growling at any of the warriors who dared to come close to her. The morning sun made her fur glow as she kept steady eye contact with my men.

"There is no way out for you; just come with us peacefully, or we will pull you across the woods by force," I said, and that seemed to bring her attention to me a bit. She smirked at me while allowing a mischievous smile to play on the side of her lips.

She started saying some inaudible things more to herself than to us, and no matter how hard I tried to listen to her, I could not pick up a word. Then, all of a sudden, there was heavy wind everywhere. The wind came with lots of dust, sand, dried leaves, and sticks spinning all around us, so much so that we could barely see anything.

We all covered our eyes with our hands to prevent dust from entering, while we stumbled around, trying to keep tabs on the rogue. By the time the wind had gone down, she was nowhere in sight.

We tried looking around the woods to see if we could see any sign of her, but it appeared she was far gone.

Who is she?

*****

Kyle's POV

I reduced my pace as I got closer to my old wrinkled cabin surrounded by beautiful flowers and herbs. As I got closer, the sweet smell of home sweet home engulfed my entire body. It was relaxing and comforting. I live here with my mother, who happens to be a human and a witch.

I went under the tree where I had carefully hidden my clothes earlier and shifted back to my two legs.

I felt fulfilled after successfully trying to use the new magic spell my mum had taught me to rescue myself from those mean werewolves. I should not have used magic, because my mum had warned me against it.

She says it is uncommon to see a wolf cast a spell unless, of course, it is a matter of life and death, she says.

Well, it was a case of life and death for me, because there was no way I could have outrun them all, especially the one that appeared to be their leader. He is just too huge and super fast to be called a wolf. And his speed is nothing like I have seen before.

"Where have you been, Kyle?" my mother asked, immediately setting her gaze upon me, her voice laced with both worry and concern.

I said, bringing out the dried leaves and sticks I had previously picked from the floor while looking for reasons to give her for leaving so early. She looked at me and smiled while collecting them.

"These are not herbs, Kyle, they are grass, and did you get a cut on your face while picking these?" She asked, after noticing a little scratch on my forehead.

The sudden realization that I didn't know I had a minor scratch threw me off my game a little bit. I must have gotten it while trying to run away from those mean, ugly wolves.

"Really? Are you going to the ugly? " Cleo asked.

Cleo is my wolf, and she is my greatest source of strength. She is wild, strong, and beautiful.

"Like who sends an entire squad after a girl?" I asked, rolling my eyes with a bit of a chuckle.

I watched as Mum plucked a flower from the garden and squeezed out the juice to apply to the scar.

"Awn! I unconsciously let out a whimper, wondering why she always has to apply all these herbs to any little scratch I get. The injury usually heals up in no time on its own, thanks to my powerful werewolf genes.

"That's for lying about where you have been," my mother said, smiling, making me aware of the fact that she knew I was lying.

Need I mention that I am terrible at lying?

"You need to stay away from those wolves in the woods; they are mean and uncivilized," mum said, as she opened the door to our small apartment.

It is a modest two-bedroom and living room apartment. We hardly have visitors, and when we do, they take my room while I share a room with my mum.

The kitchen and dining space are attached to the sitting room. It is not much, but the most comfortable and safest place in the world, just a little too lonely sometimes.

I snorted behind her. "They are my family, mum. I want to be part of them. I feel so lonely staying here all by myself."

I am tempted to ask her about one issue that has always troubled me, and even though she keeps pushing it aside, I still feel the need to pressure her more about it.

I was already seventeen years old and had yet to meet my father for the first time. Is he alive or dead? Mom won't say

"I understand how you feel, Kyle," she said, trying to calm me down.

I said, hoping I could pour out a little bit of how I felt without hurting her. You live here with your fellow witches as friends. I don't have any friends. I am almost eighteen. If I don't go out, how will I ever be able to find my mate?" I said, wishing I could pour out a little bit of how I felt without hurting her.

It's frustrating not to be able to identify with those who are supposed to be your family. It is like you are alone when there are so many people like you out there.

What if my father is out there looking for me? What if he is sorry for abandoning me? What if he wants to see me? These thoughts keep going through my mind.

"Then wait until you're eighteen, and then you can go wherever you want," mum said gently, concealing the fact that some of what I said earlier had hurt her a little.

"I'm sorry, mum," I said, as I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind. I added, "I didn't mean to hurt you and you know I love you a lot." I added and could feel her relax as she let out a sigh heavily.

“It's alright, Kyle, and I truly understand how you feel. OK? But for now, why don't you eat your breakfast and go clean up? I will need you to help me prepare some portions in the morning, "she said, unwrapping my hands from her body as she turned to place a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you, pumpkin," she said as she walked into her room.

"Loved you first, mom," I said after her. while I was eating the potatoes, fries, and chicken sauce she had prepared and placed on the table for me. Mum normally prepares healing potions for sick people, and that is how we earn our minimum wage.

My mind drifted back to how fun it was to play with those wolves in the woods. I only wish I stayed back to see their faces after I started the weather change chant.

It must be fun to live in a pack and have friends and family who look and behave like you. While your crush is on some hot dude who probably plays soccer or the Alpha's cutest son and eventually marries him, to raise beautiful kids and live life happily ever after.