The last male Alpha

2: Telling the Alpha no

26 years later

*Dacian*

I sit up in bed with a jolt, sweat beading on my brow and my breathing heavy as I am trying to recall the dream. But as always it is just out of reach and slipping away like a Ninja in the night. I let my head fall back on the pillows with a groan, turning my head to look at the clock on the little table beside my bed… I have to be up in ten minutes... of course.

Work is waiting and her royal Alpha highness will not accept tardiness, especially not from me. So I decide that I might as well roll out of bed and get a head start. Maybe being a step ahead will keep Alpha Kioja off my back for once.

Standing in the little bathroom I look at myself in the mirror as I splash some cold water in my face. My hazel eyes look tired as they look back out at me, another day of working hard… of being in service of others. I hate it and it has never felt right to me. My wolf, Achak, agrees with a yawn.

But that's how it is, I am a servant… or more like a slave to the Hyacintho luna pack. I was found as a small kid in the forest twenty-six years ago, cold and hurt… when I woke up I had no memory of who I was or why I was there. All I know is my name Dacian and my birthday: twenty-ninth of September, making me now thirty years old. But I only know because these two facts were embroidered on a wolf plushie found in my arms.

I had that plushier all of my childhood, it used to sit on a small shelf above my bed, after I felt to big to sleep with it, as a reminder, as much of a reminder as I will probably ever have, of where I came from and who I am. It was worn and frayed, but I protected it like a priceless treasure. When I was around 10 the Alpha of the pack demanded it burned, saying I was too old for teddies. I cried for days.

Going about my day I keep to myself, most of the pack members totally ignore me, and the other servants only really talk to me when needed. I don't really take that personally though, but the reality is: I am an outsider everywhere.

Even though I hate being little more than a slave, the monotonous well known work also brings a certain level of comfort. It is easy, I can switch off my brain and just do what I am supposed to do, not much effort is needed.

“Dacian !” One of the female servants pops her head into the shed where I am chopping wood for the winter, which is fast approaching. “Alpha Kioja is asking for you… you are to go to her rooms”.

“Thanks Fleur”. I say with a nod, swallowing my annoyance, it would not be fair to take it out on her, as it is not her fault. “I will go”.

I take my time finishing up in the shed, and I must admit I am also taking my time walking down the hallway, even if she will be annoyed that I am late. But I am in no hurry to go see my Alpha.

My wolf Achak is humming a happy tune in my head and I mumble to myself, or him. “Can’t you be quiet ?”

‘Stop being all McGrumpy’. He tells me. ‘At least we get a break from working... that is a good thing, we were not meant to serve others.. we were meant to be served’.

“Oh stop it… We were meant for no such thing”. I huff, sometimes he can be a bit pretentious. “We both know that we are gonna see things we do not want to see… again”. I stop in front of my Alpha Kioja Meretrix’s door. “Do you hear it, she is not alone ?”

There are sounds coming from inside.. unmistakingly sounds of s****l activity and I know this is no accident.

Achak paces in my mind. ‘She wants us you know’.

“You don't say”. I sigh. It’s not like she has tried to hide that, basically she has tried to seduce me since the day I turned fifteen. “I know Achak, but we do not want her.. remember ?”

‘Don’t I get a say ?’ He complains.

I smile to myself knocking on the door. “No.. not at all”.

“Come.. in”. It is said with loud gasps between words, and ending on a moan and I push the door open, keeping my eyes on the ceiling as I walk inside.

“You called for me”. I say, ignoring the fact that she has some young eager pack member kneeling between her legs slobbering, he can’t be more than eighteen if he is even that.

She smiles wolfishly, I can feel the smile more than see it and her almost black eyes linger on me. “I did.. I need you to..”. Suddenly she pushes the guy away harshly. “Get out of here, and don’t come back until you know how to pleasure a woman, whelp”.

The young guy gives me an almost panicked look as he scrambles off the bed and out the room, poor guy, he never stops a chance.

‘I can smell her’. Achak is pacing again, but I ignore him.. he isn’t the only one though, but I ignore that too.

Kioja’s mother Alpha Joaki was the one who found me. She was nice enough, even if she let me be raised as a servant, she told me it was to protect me, I never understood from who or why. Kioja was fourteen back then and she always teased and bullied me.

Then when I had just turned fifteen she came back from two years abroad and she came on to me, telling me that she wanted me as her future Luna. But I could not look past how she had treated me. She took the rejection badly and when her mother died two month later I was degraded to the status of: nothing.

“What did you need me for ?” To be honest the air of the room has a scent of sweet and s*x clinging to it, but I ignore the stirring it causes, knowing it’s just my wolf.

She smiles in a way I guess is meant to be seductive and pat the bed. “Well you could come here and show me you can do a better job... that you can finish what he tried starting”.

“What about no ?” I say calmly.

“I am your Alpha and you are nothing but a servant, and hardly even that. You are not even a real pack member, how dare you defy me ?” She hisses. “If I tell you to come lick me, you better get on your knees, boy”.

I might be a servant, I might be an outcast, having no real pack, no place within the hierarchy. I might be a no one, wearing someone's worn out sweatpants and a t-shirt at least a size too small, but no matter how hard she has tried, no matter that she has used her Alpha tone with me, she can’t control me like the others. I do not know why, but I am happy about it.

Straightening my back and looking her in the eyes I lift my chin in defiance. “I said no… are we done here, can I leave now ?”

“No... clean the room, thoroughly”. She gets out of bed, pulling a silk robe around her. “I need a shower, make sure you are done when I get out”.

“Yes Alpha Kioja”. I give her a small bow of my head.

As she disappears my wolf complains. ‘Not only do you deny us a woman who offers herself up like a wounded lamb, you are defying your Alpha... it will get us in trouble. Bad Dacian… bad’..

“She is not my Alpha and I don't care”. I mumble. “Also stop being creepy.. What does that even mean: like a wounded lamb ?”

But he ignores me, sulking in a corner and I start cleaning.