Fated To The Alpha (Complete Fated Series collection)

Book 3 Chapter 3

As soon as the packhouse came into view, she froze, walking backward and going back to the cover of the treeline.

"Wait," I tell her, and she c***s her head to the side; her fur was such deep blue grey. I found myself staring at her and her strange coloring. I step toward her, and she drops her head, baring her teeth to me as she growls. I stop; this is ridiculous. I am her mate; she should trust me whole-heartedly.

"Look, it is my house, I won't hurt you, can you shift back, please," I tell her, and she stiffens her head, whipping to the side as she sees a pack member walk toward the treeline a little down from her.

"She runs because of you; I will turn you into dog food." I spit at him through the link, and he freezes like he is too scared to move in case she bolts.

"He won't do anything, come here," I tell her, but she doesn't when another of my scouts suddenly walks out behind her. I internally groaned when she heard the twig snap behind her, nearly jumping out of fur as she spun, turning on an angle so she had an eye on everyone. I could hear her heart pounding against her chest, see her rapid breathing as she angled her body looking for an escape.

Zane, noticing he just walked into our stand-off, freezes in place. His hands went out in what was supposed to be a gentle gesture, but the man had hands like a giant.

"Shh, I didn't mean to startle you," he crouches down, trying not to intimidate her but even crouched, he was bigger than her small wolf form, she would look like a cub next to Donnie, and I could sense she was an omega rogue while Zane was my Gamma and newly appointed Beta.

She is weaker than the average wolf, and she knew running was her only chance. Zane's eyes dart to me, his green eyes wanting to know what I wanted him to do. "Alpha?"

"If she runs, help me grab her," I mind link, and he nods briefly.

"You should go with your mate," he tells her, but she flinches at the sound of his voice, I take a step toward her, and she does as I expected; she runs.

Zane darts in front of her hands out, and she pivots, skidding and ripping up the grass with her claws, but that one second of hesitation from her was all I needed to pounce on her, she yelps, the sound so tortured I actually thought I hurt her when she thrashes as my arms wrap around her torso, her teeth and claws ripping into my arms before she bites my face.

I growl at her; My blood splatters all over her and the ground.

I sit with her keeping my face away from hers, waiting for her to tire out, only she doesn't, her teeth sinking into my bicep as she tears a chunk of skin off.

"Stop, please stop fighting," I tell her, but it's no use, and I look at Zane. "Get it"

"Alpha, no," Zane pleads for her, but she gave me no choice.

"I said get it now," I tell Zane, and he whimpers at my command, rushing off before returning with a muzzle. She had torn me to shreds, and my skin was stinging. When Zane returns, she thrashes harder, biting and scratching any part of me she could, her back paws digging into my stomach before her claws slice through me and I squeeze tighter, my own claws sinking into her ribs by accident. She whimpers.

"Just stop, and I won't have to put it on you," Zane tells her, but she is frantic. I didn't want to but had to; she wouldn't stop attacking me if I didn't.

"Can I touch her?" he asks, and I nod to him, holding her still as he slips it over her head. She bites his finger, and his blood runs down his arm as he moves away from her, though he healed rather quickly. I was bleeding everywhere from her gouging me.

I stand walking toward the packhouse with her thrashing in my arms before getting to the door. I placed her on the ground, keeping my hand on the scruff of her neck while wiping my hand the best I could on my pants before placing my hand on the digital pad so the door would open.

When I hear the locks, I grab her again, tossing her half over my shoulder, her back legs kicking before I pull the door open and step inside. I close it before placing her down on the ground. She looked petrified, her tail disappearing as it tucked between her legs. Her entire body was trembling, and her fur hackled up as she growled.

"Enough, if you weren't my mate, I would kill you for biting me like a savage," I snap at her.

"Real smooth scare her more, you f*****g caveman," Donnie growls in my head.

"Want a club to wack her with and haul her to your cave? She is f*****g scared, you would bite too," he says, and I growl at him, and she presses closer to the stairs and the ground.

"Not you; I need to shower; look around but don't think you can escape. The only way out is that door, and unless you remove my hand, you are not getting out," I tell her before stepping over her, where she cowered on the bottom step and walked up the steps.

"Ring Kat," Donnie growls at me.

"Let me shower first, and then I will," I tell my wolf.

I could hear her downstairs trying to get the muzzle off when it suddenly went silent. I knew she must have shifted to use her hands. Choosing to ignore, knowing she couldn’t escape the confines of my house, I shower quickly before wrapping a towel around my waist. Walking out of the bathroom, I reach for my mobile on the nightstand beside the bed before dialing kat’s number.

Kat POV

My hips hurt, my stomach hurt, everything hurt as my body stretched while I rocked like an old lady trying to heave myself from the couch as Mateo called out to me. Getting to my feet, I started climbing the steps. We needed a lift. My fat ass was not made for stairs as I waddled up to them.

“Hun?” Mateo sings out again.

“I’m coming; hold your horses,” I tell him, climbing the next steps. I was shocked he was calling me up, the last week he rarely let me on the third level, and we had been sleeping in the guest rooms downstairs, partly because I was too tired to climb the stairs all the time but mainly because upstairs sounded like a demolition was going on. Mateo was always doing something up there, and Ezra would help when he was done with pack business.

Getting to the top. I grip the banister panting like a heifer as I try to catch my breath. I was huge. I had just under a month left, but I looked way past full term with the twins. I resemble more of a beach ball with my short height and round belly; I was round all over, and gosh, my ankles were sore from swelling, and carting this extra weight was a mammoth task.

Looking around, I could smell paint and plaster. Mateo bounces out excitedly before standing behind me and covering my eyes. He walks me toward our room, and I know it's ours by the faint scent of us in it; and he then turns me toward where the window is before turning me again. I was becoming queasy from the turning. The room was square. How many times does he want to turn me? Am I about to bash a pinata?

He moves his hand before kissing my neck. I opened my eyes to see a door that didn’t belong in the room; a hole had been cut out where the TV originally was, and I looked around to find it had been moved to the wall where the headboard used to sit and the bed was now under the window.

The other side of the wall used to be the room I stayed in when I first came here. I twisted the handle and pushed the door open to reveal the nursery they had made and was now attached to our room. The room was a soft grey color, and white cribs and a nursing chair sat under the window. Ezra made the cribs himself, and on top of the little headboard, he cut off a wolf up the top. I didn’t know Ezra was handy with the building, but it made sense when he told me his grandfather on his mother's side was a carpenter.

From the mobiles above each crib were little wolf and moon figurines hanging from them, the wolves the color of each of ours. However, mine resembled Kora before she gave her life for mine. On the wall above each crib were their names painted in perfect calligraphy. We had been stuck on names for our son; Ezra wanted to honor the moon goddess, so we knew our daughter's middle name would always be Seline, but our daughter's name would be Marabella. It started with her, so it seemed fitting the curse ended in her name; she too sacrificed the most for her people, so Marabella Seline Calder-Pierce. Ezra didn’t care what we named them as long as Seline was our daughter's middle name. Looking at my son's crib, I turned to Mateo; we hadn’t spoken of boys' names.

“Does he know?” I ask Mateo. From the moon goddess vision, I knew the boy was Mateo’s carbon copy while our daughter would be Ezra’s, so I was a little shocked to see our son’s name was after Ezra’s bloodline. Ezra’s grandfather's name was Eziah, and he was the only man in his family he spoke fondly of. Eziah Mathers was his mother's father, and his name made werewolf history books for the good he did.

“He will when he gets home,” Mateo tells me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder, his hands rubbing my growing bump.

“No middle name?” I ask, and he shrugs.

“Couldn’t think of one,” Mateo says, pecking my cheek, “figured I would leave it to Ezra,” he says, pressing his face into my neck. I nod, yet I have a suggestion if Ezra says it is ok.

“You like it?” He asks.

“Love it,” I tell him when my phone starts ringing downstairs. I groan, knowing I would have to walk down to get it.

“You stay. I will get it for you,” Mateo says, wandering off while I look around the room. I turned the mobile before grabbing the wolf that reminded me of Kora; it even had our gold eyes. The wolf was so detailed you could even see the ruffles of her fur. I place it back just as Mateo walks in.

“It's Andrei,” he says, handing me the phone.

“Hey,” I tell him, holding the phone to my ear.

“Hey, sis, can you come over? I need you to try to talk to someone for me.”

“I can, but who is it?” I ask.

“I know it is impossible, but I can’t calm her down; she is petrified of me.”

“Who is?”

“Kat… I found a rogue, and she is my mate,” he says like he couldn’t believe it.

“I believe you; I will come as soon as I can. What is her name?”

“I have no idea she won’t shift or speak to me, please, I know it is impossible, but I swear Kat, it's exactly like with Angie if by some miracle the moon goddess granted me another. I can’t lose her, not after Angie,” he says.

“Then let's make sure you don’t, I will get Mateo to run me over now, and I will see you soon,” I told him before hanging up. While Mateo, who was listening and watching me curiously opens his mouth before closing it, he shakes his head.

“Did he just say he found a second chance, mate?”

“Yes, he found her”

“And you don’t seem shocked, you knew. So, what did you do, Kat?”

“I asked the Moon Goddess to grant him one; we have lost enough. Andrei has lost enough, so I asked for a second chance.”

“And at what cost, Kat? Everything comes at a cost with her.” I shake my head.

“No, it would end this way; Andrei would have forced my hand, so I asked to give him a chance. I told you about my vision of his future, and I will not stand by knowing I could have helped. However, the price would be the same if I had to step in.”

“And what is that?” Mateo asks, concerned.

“His life Mateo, she can’t fix him, they can’t fix each other; I lose my brother.”

“So, what, he doesn’t go down the straight and narrow, and you get Ezra or me to kill your brother, kat?” He says, running his hand through his hair.

“No, Mateo, the deal was if he needs to die, I kill him myself, my brother, my favor, my hands, and my sacrifice and responsibility.”

“And you think you could do it, kill your own brother? You can’t do that.”

“I can do it; there are a lot of things I will do for my people Mateo, don’t underestimate the things I would do; I am willing to die for my people, and I would kill for them too if needed, but hopefully it won't come to that, but I am prepared if it does,” I tell him.