Fated To The Alpha (Complete Fated Series collection)

Book 3 Chapter 1-2

“Speak of her, and you will find yourself strung up on a flagpole,” I growled at him, my words foreign to me; I barely recognized my anger or the things I say before saying them. His face turns purple, and I feel Donnie trying to take over when my hands let him go, and he gasps, clutching his throat, coughing.

“They can go,” I tell him before walking off and toward the forest behind the packhouse. I searched for hours, looking for any sign of rogues, yet word seemed to be getting out that people were going missing near my borders, and when it fell dark, and I still found nothing, I turned around. I was heading home when I could just make out the scent of a fire burning. I walk to the clearing to see if I can spot smoke polluting the air.

“Uncharted,” Donnie says when we realize it was coming from the other side of the mountain. It was usually off-limits because it backs onto a human town; wolves usually steer clear in case of hunters, yet it was the only sign we had in days. So, we decided to chance it, and trekked our way around the mountain only to come to the river.

“Let's go home,” Donnie says, but I have already pushed through the water to the other side and got washed downstream before reaching the other side.

“How are we meant to force a rogue through the water Andrei? We would lose them in the stream,” Donnie says before receding. I just wanted to check it out and find where this camp was. The moon was high in the sky when I picked up movement in the forest. The smell of the campfire grew stronger.

“f**k Donnie, shift,” I tell him when he doesn’t.

“No, this is stupid; we can’t even get them home.” He snaps, refusing to shift. Fine, I don't need him anyway. I watched carefully for movement, but it was obvious when they picked up my scent because the forest fell silent except for the crackling sound of the fire burning. Stepping into their camp, three men sat around a campfire, and one in wolf form lay on the ground just away from the campfire. The wolf was grey, completely grey, her fur the color of gunmetal, no color except the blue eyes that stared ahead unseeing like there was no life behind them. The she wolf's eyes; they looked sad. No, that wasn't accurate enough; it was like looking at the eyes of the dead.

They instantly jumped up, yet I couldn’t take my eyes from the wolf that lay by the tree; Donnie pushing forward suddenly amongst the stench of the rogue was the most mouth-watering scent I had smelt since Angie, cinnamon, and vanilla invading my senses. I stared, stunned for a second; I had to be imagining it, there was no such thing as second chance mates, yet Donnie screamed the word in my head before seeing one of the men run at me with a blade in his hand. In my shock, Donnie shoved forward and ripped into his arm, making him drop the blade.

His screams pierce the quiet forest and bounce off the trees, and the other two take off into the woods. I notice that the wolf gets up from the corner of my eye, wanting to escape. Donnie tears into the rogue's stomach, spilling his intestines onto the ground while the man clutches them trying to stuff them back in when we lunge at his throat, our teeth sinking into his flesh before shaking our head.

His blood spraying everywhere, all over our fur. He gurgles as he takes his last breath when we hear a yelp that turns into a whimper. Donnie shifts back, and I turn around to find the wolf still by the tree though she was struggling to remove the collar around her neck that she was chained to and was no longer in her wolf form. Long Blonde hair fell to her waist and over her ass as she crouched low to the ground, trying to undo the chain. Hearing me coming toward her, she growls, and she shifts back, but even that doesn't help as she struggles to get the chain undone before I approach her.

She turns on me, baring her teeth and snapping her teeth at me. “Stop, I won’t hurt you,” I tell her, but that just made her growl louder as she steps back; her fur hackled up, and I bent down, keeping my eyes on her in case she goes for my throat. She does, and I drop the long chain, fall back, and put my hands up.

“Why is she chained?” Donnie asked me worriedly as he peered back at this wolf that appeared to be ours, though I couldn't understand how that was possible.

“I don’t know,” I tell him. I didn't really want to think of why they had her chained; I just wanted to get her off it.

“I will unchain you, just don’t bite me,” I tell her, kneeling and reaching for the chain slowly; she growls, her eyes not leaving me as I wrap my hand around the thick chain. I tried to break it, but it was far too thick even for me to snap. Finally, I get up, moving too quickly, and she lunges at me, her teeth sinking into my arm. I shove her off harder than I intended, and she hits the tree before jumping back to her feet. I scramble backward on my hands and feet just as the chain forces her back, ripping her backward.

I growl at her before getting to my feet and walking over to the dead rogue by the campfire and rummaging in his pockets, no key, which means one of the other two must have had it. I looked around before finding an old worn axe stuck into a fallen tree where they were sitting. I pull it from the log before turning back to the she-wolf. Her blue eyes widen, and she starts ripping on the chain, trying to break it.

“Wait, you are only hurting yourself; stop it,” I snapped at her. Yet she continues to yank it the closer I get. She growls at me before trying to bite me, so I grab the scruff of her neck before shoving her head down on the dirt and stepping over her, squeezing her between my legs and holding her there. She thrashes, and I lift the axe before bringing it down on the chain. She yelps and my ears rang from clinking the axe; it was so blunt it took three hits on the chain before it snapped, and she took off, nearly knocking me over as she pulled backward between my legs and darted for the trees.

“Oh, little wolf, you don’t want to make me chase you,” I growl before shifting.