The Alpha's Prey

Chapter Three

This was their last chance. Serena could not take another rejection. She was tired of constantly having to fight for her survival... of having to prove over and over again that she wasn't a threat. each pack she went to, she would have to prove her worth... she had to prove why she deserved to live. She was just tired of all the bull s**t.

The last pack had been the straw that broke Serena’s back.

The alpha had accepted them and had even allowed them to become one of his enforcers. Serena felt honoured. In her mind, she felt as if the alpha had trusted her and had confidence in her abilities to protect her fellow pack mates. However, they quickly realized they were being treated like slaves. The only reason they were given the role of enforcer, was because the elite group wanted someone to do all the undesirable tasks.

As enforcers it was part of their job to protect the pack, to do patrol and deal with any threat to the safety and security of the pack. Serena and Sasha knew and accepted this. They were willing to put their lives on the line for any pack that had accepted them and given them a home. They felt it was the least they would owe any pack who decided to take a chance on them. However, Sasha soon noticed they were being given the graveyard shift, night duty – the patrol shift no one wanted. While the other enforcers worked in rotating shifts of six hours, they were asked to work twelve and fourteen hours at a time. In addition to that, they were sent on all types of errands during the day. Tasks that were better suited for the omegas of the pack were being given to them to the extent they found that they were not being given enough time to rest and recuperate between shifts. Plus they received no monetary compensation for all the work they did.

Serena hadn’t minded at first, thinking it was a way they were being tested to prove their loyalty to the group. She'd wrongly assumed that as an appropriate probationary period had been completed, things would change. But as the weeks progressed into months, and their workload hadn’t lightened, but just got heavier the more they met the tasks assigned to them; she had to concur with Sasha that it wasn’t working out. This was coupled with the fact that their new pack mates never included them in any social activities. They were being shunned once more.

Yeah. Serena admitted.

I can’t believe that last pack had treated us so poorly. I thought we’d finally found a place to call home. She said to her wolf.

Sasha sighed, her shaggy head dipping lower. Yeah. We’ve been on our own for too long we’ve forgotten what love, kindness and compassion looks like. I almost slaughtered that pathetic loser pack. Things need to change. We will find better and do it this time around.

She didn’t say it, but the or else was implied.

They’d been searching for a new pack for over a month and had done nothing but strike out over and over. Every pack in North America had already turned them down, and that’s what had brought them to where they were now – Essequibo Islands, Guyana South America. They’d heard good things about Aiden Blackwood’s pack – the Silver Lake Pack and were hoping they were true.