The Alpha's Fight

Chapter 3 - To Experience His Touch

The red-haired girl with pale blue eyes stared back at me as I glared in her direction. I was never particularly angry at her, just what she represented. This house had always felt oppressive, but in the last year of her being here, it had become suffocating.

April Brooker.

An Alpha's daughter from White Leaf pack, north of our borders. I was far too young at the time to have any idea what was going on. I had been 11 years old when it all began, unbeknownst to me. Nicholas had attacked her parents, Alpha Henry and Luna Emma Brooker, to take April away and bring her here. I had no concept of what was happening, just that my father was gone for a few days and returned home in a more murderous rage than I had ever seen him. Those few days without him around had been some of my more pleasant childhood moments.

The memory of him returning home that night, though, was burnt into my mind. I didn't know he was returning and if I had, I would've hidden myself away.

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7 years ago

I was playing in the front room, a special treat that I almost never got. My father hated seeing me play with other pups or toys, saying they would soften me. He wanted me tough and strong and that didn’t come from playing with toys.

In the middle of a game with one of the Omega houseworker’s pups, people in the house suddenly started shouting and running around in panic. The mom to the pup I had been playing with came running and snatched him up, but froze as the front doors opened with a loud bang. My father stormed through, marching ahead but he stopped as his eyes landed on me…and I didn't like how angry his face was. He made his way to me in a few strides and ripped me from the floor by my collar, the toy in my hand dropping to the rug.

“What have I told you about playing with Omegas?!” He roared in my face. “They are below you. You are a f*****g Alpha! Act like it! Get to your room!”

He dropped me but I was too terrified to move. He turned to the Omega woman and grabbed her roughly by the neck, throwing her and the pup in her arms out of the doors.

“If I ever see that again near my son,” he pointed to the small boy crying in her hold. “I’ll f*****g kill you both myself.”

I had barely gotten to my shaking feet when I was knocked off them again by a swift smack to my face, “I don't tolerate repeating myself, boy! Get out of my sight!”

I scrambled backwards and managed to get to my feet, running up the stairs to my room and slamming the door behind me. I ran to my bed and hid underneath, scared in case my father came looking for me again. My whole cheek burned and throbbed, I had almost wet myself in fright and my eyes stung with unshed tears. But I wouldn't let them fall, no matter how much my lip trembled. I had learned long ago to cry on the inside and to never let it show.

“Crying is a weakness and weaknesses must be beaten out.” Those were my father’s words.

I stayed there all night, curled in a ball, not daring to move out from under my bed or go searching for some dinner, even though my stomach twisted in hunger. If I ventured out, who knew what my father would do.

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I didn’t know at the time what the reason was as to why my father was so angry. But I learned what it was as I grew.

He had succeeded in one of his objectives but failed in the other. White Leaf pack was his, he had approached them beforehand to merge our packs, for myself and April to be promised to each other as mates, but it had been vehemently declined. Our pack warriors had killed the Alpha, Luna, the rest of the leaders and he now held the surviving pack members. They had two choices: submit to his rule or face execution because either way he had claimed their lands for his own, so he really had no care about which they chose. Their pack lands sat on untapped oil reserves in the north of Montana and he needed that wealth to build our pack up; a result of a ridiculous war of retaliation against a pack in Oregon when I was around 2 or 3 years old.

Where Nicholas had captured White Leaf’s lands, he had failed to capture the Alpha’s daughter, April, who he needed to secure his claim on her land. She had somehow managed to escape.

…Until now. And this time, I was old enough to understand what was going on.

My father had managed to find her a year ago in a pack in Texas and this time, he had succeeded in her capture. His Beta and Jayden’s father had been amongst the four-man team to retrieve her.

She was here to be my chosen mate, no matter what either of us wanted. As soon as she shifted, I was meant to mark her…to seal our fate.

I rarely ever saw her. Whenever I came ‘home’, I went straight to my room and only left to come down for dinner; I allowed no one to enter my room, it was my only sanctuary. The only reason I came down for dinner at all was because my father insisted upon it. If it had been up to me, I would have eaten in my room. I knew virtually nothing about her other than her name, or where she was from and that was how I preferred it. Knowing more about her made our fate feel ‘real’. The only person I wanted had beautiful dark blond curls and golden-green eyes in the sunshine. He was who I wanted, not the 13 year old girl who looked practically child-like compared to my 18 year old form.

Our eyes had only locked for a brief moment from where she stood through the archway before her guard, that always stood over her, led her away.

I was about to shake my head clear from being momentarily lost in thought and head up to my room, when a hand landed on my shoulder. My wolf instantly snarled in my mind at the contact, wanting to rip free from the hold and rip into its owner.

“Why are you home late?” My father demanded.

“I was studying, with Jayden. We've got a test coming up,” not exactly a lie.

I maintained my eye contact. “An Alpha never looks away,” another one of Nicholas’s lessons beaten into me.

He snuffed at my reply. “Your teacher told me you've been fighting again?”

I looked at him suspiciously, wondering why he was bringing this up and why he even cared. To the rest of the school and pack, the fight may have looked like it was unprovoked and that it was just me being the savage brute everyone expected me to be. I had overheard the guy in the lunch hall making fun of Taylor and I knew he had hassled Jayden before when I hadn’t been around. The fucker was lucky to have made it out with his life.

My silence must have been all the answer Nicholas was looking for, to confirm his question.

“Good, that's my boy. You need to show the pack their place,” he slapped me on the shoulder and that was enough to have Hawk itching to tear into him. I narrowly avoided releasing my wolf’s growl, swallowing it instead and suppressing every instinct my wolf was ragging to release.

I was about to walk off, but Nicholas never released his grip around the back of my neck. “I think I'll be taking over your training on the weekends. I want those fists of yours strong.”

I just nodded, wanting out of this exchange. But my father's grip tightened in warning, making me wince.

“Yes, sir,” I answered him correctly, swallowing the bile rising in the back of my throat.

“Go get ready for dinner,” he finally released me, turning to leave and allowing me to take a deep breath in.

There were times I was still like that small child hiding under their bed, terrified of the man that was my father.

I hurried to my room and threw my bag across it in frustration and turned to the punching bag I had hung in my small suite. It was a necessity to have so that I didn’t go berserk and destroy my room in a fit of anger. Now alone, Hawk could release his growls and snarls of rage without repercussions. With each punch and fist made to the bag, I felt my soured mood dissipating but not disappearing entirely. I always trained with Scott on the weekends. I actually looked forward to it. Now, this had been taken from me too.

I sent a final blow into the punch bag along with a last cry of frustration and heaved for breath. I ripped my shirt off over my head and threw it into my laundry basket along with my pants and I collapsed back onto my bed in just my boxers. My mind, as always with nothing else to direct it, drifted to Taylor, to how we had seen each other, how our eyes had met. For a split second, I felt true peace. The corners of his mouth had tilted up, but I may have imagined that. Why would he ever smile at me?

My mind stuck itself on that smile I thought I had seen. Taylor’s smile. His eyes. His skin. What would his skin feel like, right now, laid against mine, would it be as warm and soft as it looked? Would he taste like sweet rain, just as his scent suggested? What was his voice like? All this time and I only today realised I had no clue. That was my next mission, to hear him speak. I just had to think of how. Goddess, how I wanted to hear him. I wanted to hear every sound I could draw from him, every whimper, every moan…

‘Unless you want to go in the pack dining hall sporting a huge hard-on from fantasising about our sweet blond boy, I suggest you go take a cold shower before we shoot our load out here and now,’ Hawk deadpanned.

I looked down my body, sighing, to see the huge bulge protruding from my groin. I don't know why I was surprised. This was always the result when my sweet blond boy entered my mind. Hell, even just a waft of his scent, without even seeing him, set it off.

I turned the shower on, not bothering to set the heat and stepped under the frigid stream, hissing at its contact. Any attempts I was making to calm my desires were quickly being rendered futile with my wolf making no effort to contain all the lewd images of Taylor he was throwing around our mind.

‘Welp, guess you only have one option. Get spanking, monkey,’ my wolf had the nerve to snicker when he had created the situation.

‘You did nothing to help! You made it worse!’ I snapped.

‘Oh f**k off. I showed you exactly what you wanted. And this is our only option of being with him. So stop complaining and give ourselves the happiest ending we’re ever gonna get in this place; which is literally the most depressing thing I’ve ever said,’ Hawk huffed.

But, he had started something and now it was left to me to finish it. Resting my forehead against the cool tiles and bracing my body against them with my forearm, I took my rigid c**k in my hand, imagining it was Taylor's fingers around me, not my own. I pictured his touch, stroking me, caressing every inch of sensitive skin. Just the thought of him touching me like this set off a tingling sensation through my soul as though it was his real hand pumping my shaft. As the pleasure grew, I turned with my back now pressed against the shower wall. The freezing cold stream still beat down but I could barely feel it with the heat rippling through my flesh. My mind wandered to a mass of dark gold curls bunched in my hands, twirled around my fingers as I imagined that his mouth replaced his hands over my length. His tongue trailing over my exposed head and sucking my tip before devouring me once more with his firm hands gripping my rear. The real world exploded into view as I came ferociously, like I always did envisioning Taylor behind my pleasure.

This would probably be as close as I would ever get to experience his touch.