Taming The Sadistic Alpha

Paranoid.

The Reaper was what they called the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, known to be the most powerful pack in the world. It was said that the Alpha was over a thousand years old and of a very unique royal bloodline, but apparently had no interest in politics and eventually killed his own father. Paige grimaced at the thought.

They said he was so bloodthirsty and twisted that he tortures his victims only using the most horrifying of methods. There wasn’t a single pack in existence that didn’t fear the Reaper. The demon who leveled entire packs to nothing, over the smallest of offenses.

“Judging by your reaction, I’m guessing you do.” She stated and nodded her head before continuing. “Well, their saying that Blood Moons Alpha is going to be making an appearance at the ceremony!” She said enthusiastically shaking her head. “So, you see, we could all die at the banquet, and my poor mate could be the least of my parents worries” she continued in excitement.

Paige normally rather enjoyed her friends’ morbid sense of humor, but she was still currently having a hard time processing this new implausible bit of information. The Reaper was coming to their pack.

Later that evening, Paige was walking home alone feeling a little lightheaded from the alcohol. Well, at least it had had the desired effect she was hoping for.

The anxiety that had been overwhelming her from the events of the day had all but disappeared and, though her emotions were currently numb, her mind was moving a mile a minute attempting to process the events of the day.

What business did the reaper have with this pack? Although she wasn’t sure why she should care. Would she honestly care if he massacred most of her pack? She pondered to herself.

Her father wasn’t going to be present, and she might even thank him for disposing of her extended family.

Frowning, Paige thought of Gabby and her family, but very few others came to mind, and then there was her own life, of course. However, if she was being honest with herself, what did she really have to live for at this point in her life anyway? He might be doing her a favor on that front as well.

Paige was an anomaly in her pack, a freak of nature so to speak. Werewolves saw humans as nothing more than cattle to be used and discarded or killed at will for food or sport. In which case, he would probably start with her, that is if she was still even around by the ceremony.

With her luck as of late and the sudden inconvenient interest Alpha Damien seemed to be taking in her, she could be.

Paige shivered as Alpha Damien entered her thoughts. She had to find a way out of the situation with him the following day, but doing so without antagonizing him further might be the bigger problem. Maybe she should move up her deadline and put her plans into action now.

Paige had been putting money aside for years to run away from this place and start a new life somewhere far away from here. Maybe Asia. But now that she had finally met her goals... it was time.

Her father's old contact who specialized in relocation and didn’t ask too many questions if the price was right, would be useful to her in her current predicament. He would also be a lead for her father to find, and know she was safe when he finally returned. If he ever returned, she thought sadly. At this point she was skeptical.

The cool night breeze suddenly picked up, making her shiver. Then she felt it. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she almost missed a step. Catching herself, Paige paused on the sidewalk to look behind her.

The streetlight flickered once but no one was there.

She turned to look across the street into the tree line, but still she saw nothing but darkness.

Paige felt as though someone was watching her, but she slowly turned back around and started walking again. Trying to stay calm, she gradually picked up the pace as her heart rate started to accelerate.

Fear took hold of her as she recalled the only other time in her life she had experienced this feeling. When Paige was abducted as a child.

Suddenly remembering something, she paused, reaching down into her handbag, searching for the derringer. When she had her hand firmly wrapped around the weapon, she started walking again but kept the gun concealed in her bag.

It would do her little good in the face of a werewolf, but the poison that the bullets were laced with would drop one in an instant.

In the past, her father had illegally obtained wolfsbane laced bullets for her, insisting she learn how to properly shoot and keep the weapon on her at all times.

Wolfsbane was illegal to own in any pack, but she had agreed, not wanting to feel vulnerable and paranoid all the time as she did before, but then, it didn’t really help as much as she had hoped it would.

When Paige finally reached her house, she hurriedly opened the gate and walked up the stairs, quickly glancing around once more before pulling out her gun and reaching into her bag with her other hand to retrieve her key. Opening the door, she swiftly ran inside, closing and locking the deadbolt behind her.

Pausing then to take a few deep breaths and close her eyes as she rested her head on the door.

Was her mind playing tricks on her again or had someone or something been watching her that night?

An hour later, fresh out of the shower, Paige walked into her bedroom wrapped in a towel.

Drying her hair, she walked to the window and once more glanced out into her backyard. Nothing but the dark forest beyond her yard and all seemingly quiet.

She reached for the latch to make sure it was secured, then crossed her room to grab a T-shirt and panties from her dresser.

Throwing her towel on the bed, Paige slipped on her underwear before reaching for the shirt, but catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she paused.

The scars that marred her body had faded over time, but were still noticeably hideous.

She turned to get a better look at one particular scar that ran from under her arm, down her side to her waste, then cut across her abdomen.

Reaching down, she brushed her fingertips across the ugly mutilated skin.

At that moment, the hair on the back of her neck stood up again and goosebumps started to form across her skin.

Paige swung around towards the window, searching for any sign of an impostor.

As she scanned the tree line she froze, her blood turned to ice in her veins when she saw it.

A pair of glowing yellow eyes could clearly be seen from the tree line of her backyard intently watching her.