Killing The Alpha

Chapter 2

*10 years ago*

*Paige POV*

"Run"

I scr*am, at least I try to scr*am, it comes out more like a muffled, pain-filled, exhausted groan. I twist the knife that is held in my small hand, trying to dislodge it. The hilt is covered in so much blood, it is hard to grip, it is a big weapon for a small hand to wield anyway.

My favourite weapons, the daggers that mum had especially made for my eighth birthday, are long gone, so I am stuck with these large things that are hard to handle, but I won't let that stop me.

I scr*am as large teeth bite into the skin of my thigh. I don't look down, I only look at my pack members, I can see the fear in their eyes.

I want to tell them that it's all going to be alright but I know that is a lie. I know at this point it would be a miracle if everything is alright. It will be a miracle if any of us live to see the dawn.

I close my eyes, trying not to let my tears flow.

"Run"

I yell with as much force as I can handle. I try to let my alpha aura flow, trying not to sound like the scared little girl that I really am. They finally move, scrambling away from me, I looked down at the teeth biting down hard into my leg.

I use the other leg placed on the rib cage of the corpse still holding my dagger to leverage enough force to pull the piece of metal out. The glint of the blood-covered dagger leaves one piece of flesh to be swiftly plunged into the next. Swinging it straight around and into the temple of the rogue that has their filthy teeth in me.

The teeth release from my flesh as he turns back into human form as he dies. My leg is heavily damaged and bleeding profusely, no matter how much harder I try, I can't seem to dislodge the blade again. I grip it and fall back, finally getting it free but damaging myself again in the process.

I am covered in so much blood, my blood, the blood of the lives I've taken and on the very inner layer, the very first layer of that red substance is my family's blood, my mum's blood, my dad's blood and the best big brother in the world's blood.

I haven't had a chance to grieve, just trying to do what I know that they would want me to do, what my blood requires me to do, what I've grown up knowing that I have to do, all that I have ever learned, all that is in my head and all it is in my heart.

Protect the pack.

Protect my pack.

Like a captain aboard a sinking ship, doing everything I can to save it, but willingly sacrificing myself to save the crew.

So my small nine-year-old body stands firm, my last dagger in my hands, so much blood on me that I can hardly open my eyes, my eyelashes are completely coated and clumped in the stuff, my hair has turned into a massive dread-lock of blood, I can smell my own blood, I can hear it as it drips down and hits the dirt on the ground.

But still another wave of wolves moves towards me. They are towering over my small frame, but still I stand firm.

"F*ck you scum bastards”

Mum would have always scolded me for using that type of language, but in this instance I know she would be congratulating me on what I am doing, how hard I am trying. The first one dives on me. My movements are quick and agile.

Sinking my blade into as much flesh as I can manage to get, causing as much damage as I can possibly do, taking as many lives as possible, just hoping that I can hold them off long enough for my pack to escape.

Everything's a blur of red and the glint of a blade. Fur is flying, pain is tearing through me, I don't know if my limbs are even still attached. I have no idea how much damage there is to my body. It is not the time to think about such things. I don't care as long as I am going out fighting.

I don't make a whimper of pain even though my entire body burns. All I know is I need to kill in order to protect, I need to kill, all other thoughts are gone.

I don't care too much about the dying part. At least then I get to join my family, I know that they'll be proud of me if I die in this way. I try and hold the hilt of the blade tighter and tighter but my fingertips slip up on the blade, cutting through my skin as I can't see any more. I just desperately cut, maiming myself in the process, but I can no longer feel pain, I can only see blood, I can hear the pounding of my own heart in my ears. I am so tired.

I must kill.

I am somehow taking them all down with me, their howls of anguish fill the air, adrenaline courses through my body, pushing away the imminent death.

Punch, claw, cut, using anything and everything I can to inflict damage. I know I'm dying. I can feel it close, but I push it back if I can take down these wolves with me and give my pack a stronger chance of survival.

I fight and fight until I have no strength left, but somehow the wolves around me are dead. I smile slightly, I didn't know I had it in me.

I did well. I am proud of my efforts.

I did all I could.

My eyelids feel heavy and my legs give way. I sink to my knees, I am so very tired.

I let death take me, I am too tired to fight my fate.

Everything is dark but I feel warm.

I try to open my eyes, when have my eyelids been so heavy?

Finally, I manage to take one last look at the world that suddenly feels so warm and comfortable.

I see a flash of emerald green.

What a beautiful colour.

My eyelids give up the fight as my world once again goes black.

I can hear something, it is pleasant and I am so warm.

Is this death? Then I welcome it with open arms.

When I come too again, the warmth and comfort is gone and I am dropped heavily on the ground.

Pain, blinding pain.

"What is this thing?"

"She is the alphas daughter"

"How does she look like this?"

I hear a familiar voice.

"She fought off the rogues, she kept us safe"

A deep growl.

"Leave us"

A foot hooks under my chin as he moves my face around.

"She killed rogues herself? How old is she?"

"I think she is eight"

I want to say that I am nine, I feel like it is important, but I don't have the energy.

"Hmmmm very good, she will make strong pups"

The other voice that sounds familiar but I can't seem to place it, rises a couple of notches in pitch.

“What do you mean?”

"I will take you in, if the marriage is to her"

I struggle to open my eyes, I look into emerald green but suddenly the color isn't as beautiful, I feel no warmth, I feel biting cold. Endless pain rips through my body

"What do you say, little girl? Your pack is safe if you marry the future alpha when you come of age"

The pack is safe, that is all that matters to me. If I have to give my life to make that happen I will, even if giving my life means getting married.

"I will do it"

"Good decision"

The foot on my face keeps pushing my chin backwards and forwards like he is studying me.

"Hmm she will give good DNA to make strong pups, but she is too feisty to be a luna"

*Present*

That is how I ended up here, getting shipped off with life-threatening injuries to spend my days learning how to be obedient. I have watched so much p*rn, I have watched the teachers, I have seen live action.

What became of my wedding? Ohh it is still happening when they bring me back. My groom? I haven't seen him but I get letters from him once a month. It sounds romantic, right?

It isn't.

The hatred I feel for the man burns brighter every single day. No it is not because I have to watch Ms Cullen, deep throat a large chunk of rubber, it is not because, instead of being treated properly for my injuries, I had to sit half dead and watch women getting dominated over and over again. It is not because I have been told that Luna's are worthless, that men are all that matter, that alphas are everything, that I am nothing more than a mouth to be stuffed, a toy to be grabbed and holes to be filled.

It is not even because I am forced to marry him, I would happily marry a man that I have never spoken to, because my pack is still safe.

It is because I hate him more than anything in this life, with every fibre of my being, my heart only beats liquid hatred and the hatred is solely directed at one man.

Alpha Cole.

I pull a crumpled letter out of my pocket, this month's treat from my darling future husband.

'Hey mutt,

I have decided to marry someone else because you are not qualified to become my luna, you will bear me an alpha-blooded pup and that is it.

I have seen photos of you and I have no idea how I will even be able to get it up.

So you will be returning after the wedding to be my plaything only…….

I scrunch the piece of paper back up, that is actually one of the nicest letters I have received from him.

Usually there is something about dying, whether I kill myself or he kills me.

If I only had to bear a pup, why the hell am I here? Why do I have to be subjected to this sh*t?

But the decision has already been made a long time ago, this doesn't change a single thing.

I am going back, but it is not what he thinks.

I am going back to kill.

All my training, everything has guided me to this point. My claws grip tightly into the cheap and tacky desk in front of me as steely determination runs through my body. I whisper under my breath.

"You are worried you can't get it up? If you dare get it up, I will rip it off your body and you can do what Ms Cullen is doing right now"

The thought of making alpha Cole deep throat his own d*ck somehow makes watching Ms Cullen handle that large chunk of rubber a lot more enjoyable.

A sinister grin spreads over my face.

I am the only one here with my wolf, they have somehow well and truly missed the cut off for me to leave, but it works so well, because I get to train longer, I get to train my wolf. Every day I get stronger, everyday is one step closer to taking his life.

I am going to f*cking kill Alpha Cole, and I am going to enjoy every single moment.