The Alpha's Possession: The Choice

Breaking Free

CHARLES’S POV

A thick layer of silence weighed the room down. With Randolph’s unspoken words and my mind blocked from his thoughts, I knew what was about to happen. Not even I, the strongest alpha in the Eastern Woodlands could stop him from tearing to the surface.

Tiny veins spread like wildfire down my forearms and slithered across my ribs. Faster and faster, my heart pounded against my chest, and the feeling of a thousand knives rip through my skin. Each limb stretches longer and wider, until I feel the oh too familiar snap as my body grows twice my regular size. All I can do is scream bloody hell and clench my fists to fight through the agonizing pain.

The world around me shifts. Now, I am stuck within my own body looking out into the window of Randolph’s raging eyes. Randolph pops his neck back and forth several times. His bright white fangs stretch until they touch the tip of his lower lip. He snarls and chomps his teeth several times before finally speaking, “Now, that’s much better.”

It has been a while since we shifted. I have forgotten how odd it is to see the world this way.  No smells to make my c**k hard and no f*****g nice shirt I had just put on. “Dammit, Randolph! That was a good f*****g shirt,” I fuss from within.

“Too bad, Charles. I want this bastard dead.” His tone is not loud, and if I still didn’t feel his rage, it would be hard to tell he is mad by just how calm he sounds, but I know better. When Randolph’s voice is this calm and deep, he is out for blood.

“Randolph, I want this guy as bad as you, but you are being irrational.”

“Go to hell, Charles. Whoever is behind this will suffer. Turning on their own deserves much more than just a verbal lashing. When I get ahold of them, I will tear them from limb to limb, one piece at a time, and just when they plead to die. I will bring in their family and make them watch as I kill each one of them. One by one.”

“Randolph!”

“They deserve to feel what it is like to betray their own, Charles.”

Randolph was right. They deserve no more and no less. They deserve to suffer by my hands or the oversized- clutches of Randolph. “You know what? You’re right, Randolph. Let’s go get him.”

Randolph was pissed, but somewhere beneath it all, he had waited to hear me, to understand how I honestly felt. We disagree on many things, but our strong beliefs on betrayal are the same. Randolph nods and blasts through the front door leaving shreds of white wood scattered across the floor and one copper hinge holding the swinging door in place.

In lighting speed, Randolph runs down the sidewalk, across the lawn, and down the busy streets in broad daylight. The distant sound of screams echoed from behind. A mother is demanding her child to get in the house while a toddler no more than two squeals, “Puppy!”

“I’m no dog, and I am far from being a pup, kid.” Randolph says out loud for the kid to hear.

The boy stops and screams the minute he hears Randolph speak. His mama scoops him up and runs inside their home. Randolph is too angry over the trader to pursue the family. Hopefully, he will forget him and leave him alone after we find the rat.

Randolph continues to run down the sidewalk until we come across an intersection. He stops, not caring who or what sees him. Randolph sniffs the air several times taking in the oil's scent spill on the streets, the piss on the fire pole, and some young teens making out behind a building nearby.

“What is it, Randolph?” I ask, trying to understand why he stopped.

“Jake smelled activity in the park when he passed by there the other day...well his wolf did.” Randolph answers while looking at both sides of the road.

“What are you getting at?”

“Except for a few strays, there hasn’t been activity there in years. I think it may be the Salaquins, and if it is, we could... let’s just say pay them a little visit. What do you think, Charles?” Randolph asks in a bold tone.

“Hmm, if there is, taking on more than one may be dangerous,” I answer, half teasing.

“Yes, it will be.” He pauses, then challenges. “So, do you want to start looking there first or at the office?”

“f**k it. Let’s go to the park.”

“Hell yea!” Randolph howls with a new sense of excitement, “Let’s go!”

PEARL’S POV

“The Salaquins...” I whisper, barely able to speak.

One by one, they form a guarded circle around me and licked their dry tongues across their lips. One is plump, with a full bushy tail. The Salaquin curls his tongue at the tip and grazes it across his teeth, smiling ever so wicked.

The one standing next to him is long and has tall, lanky ears. He spreads his mouth just enough to show me his gums appear almost decayed. A sly smile spreads across his ashen-gray lips. Something about the way he stares at my breast, then my stomach, and across my body makes chills creep across my skin. I step backward and almost fall over a broken branch. The wolf growls, warning me I won’t go far if I try to run.

The third wolf is standing further to the left side. He has broad shoulders and bent nails that spread unevenly across the ground. The wolf stretches his back like he is just waking up from an afternoon nap. I know he is far from tired. He is just playing games with me.

The fourth and fifth are standing closest to me. The Salaquins are identical in size. They are not plump nor too lean, but the werewolf's body radiates power. The only difference between the two is that one is missing an eye. I gulp back a full wad of saliva lodged in the back of my throat.

Shit! I’m screwed!

Nervously, I step backward while doing my best not to trip or fall.

The Salaquins instantly become displeased. Their golden eyes turn crimson-red, and their sultry smiles shift to midnight black. I raise my hands, letting them know I don’t plan on moving again. The one with no eye shakes his head in disapproval.

The way they move and stand, even the way they used their tongue and walk, it is obvious no normal wolf would act like this. The only ones that do are part man and part beast.,

“Hello, Pearl.” No mouths move but their voice booms loud enough to make the hairs rise on the back of my neck.

I watch each wolf. I look back and forth so none of them will blindside me. The twin, with both eyes, steps forward and speaks. “What a pleasure it is to meet you finally.” It only takes the wolf several steps before he is standing directly in front of me.

He sniffs me several times and groans in delight. I don’t mean to, but I fumble back several steps. Before I can move any further, he transforms into a six-foot man with spiked black hair and flawless ivory skin except for the two scars directly above his glowing eyes. The man smirks, showing his hardcore muscles from his jawline to his neck, and right down to the bulging muscle right below his waistline. “Like what you see?” He boldly asks before the rest join us. I remain silent.

“I assure you that our clan is the best. We only accept the best in our pack. Isn’t that right, men?” The twin gestures for the rest to move forward. Each one immediately follows his orders.

My stomach drops to the sole of my feet. I taste the acid burn in my throat. I could easily vomit on the man. One wrong move or one small touch on my trembling skin would be all it would take to send me over the edge, but there is a part of me that knows I will be too weak to defend myself when I finish - not that I am strong enough to defeat the Salaquin, anyway.

My words come out braver than I am feeling, yet somehow, I find the courage to speak. “I don’t remember introducing myself.”

Within seconds, each werewolf from largest to smallest transforms into men bare from head to toe. Their c***s are fully erect and pointing at me.

“You didn’t have to.”