The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“Put her in mine, I don’t want her to wake up alone,” Liv told me. I followed her down the hallway, placing Vicki on the comforter at the foot of her bed. When I turned around, Liv grabbed me around the waist and pressed her face to my chest. “Thank you, Leo. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’re family, Liv. Your daughter is my niece, and you are part of my Pack now. We will all protect you, but most of all, we will support and love you.”

She stepped back and wiped her eyes. “Goodnight, Leo.”

I gave Vicki one last pat on the head and turned to go. “Goodnight, Vicki. I’ll make sure Brent stays in line.” She closed the bedroom door behind me.

Brent was already in his wolf form, his clothes folded and on a table next to the couch. “You do not enter her room without an invitation unless it is an emergency,” I told him. “Stay in wolf form until you leave, or she asks you to change. And for Luna’s sake, no dog farts.”

“I’ll behave, Alpha. My wolf is settled now.”

I walked down the stairs, the exhaustion hitting me too. A week ago, my life was nice and quiet.

It wasn’t now.

Ch. 19

The days leading up to the New Year were hectic for our little Pack. Both of us had interviews with the FBI, who were looking into who else might have been involved in the kidnapping attempt. When they searched their Stillwater home, they found evidence that pointed to a decade of criminal activity. Cash, burner phones, guns, and burglary tools were all present. The jewelry and other items they found tied the couple to a string of increasingly dangerous burglaries, including several home invasion robberies.

The problem was that nothing had been taken from their home, except Liv and Vicki.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

We had discussed what we were going to share with the investigators and agreed we would not mention anything about werewolves or Alpha mantles to the humans. We did agree that she could tell them about Vicki’s father and how he reacted to the news that she was pregnant. Larry thought it would help keep the Marengo Lake pack off our backs if they knew the Feds were watching them.

Both of us were involved now because John Petersen, formerly Ivan Volkov, was my younger brother. I told them part of the truth; that John had married and move to Wisconsin, and we hadn’t been in touch since after my wife died. I’d withdrawn from my family, and he gave up trying to see me. I didn’t know until after Liv came to stay at my house and saw the photos that John was Vicki’s father. She had not had contact with John since he told her to get an abortion. When asked why she didn’t list his name on the birth certificate, she was blunt. “To him, I was a nothing more than a fun fuck before he went back to his new wife. I wanted nothing to do with him and nothing from him. He would have no claim on my baby, EVER.”

Truth, not the whole truth.

They promised her they would follow up with him, but they wouldn’t get much. They hadn’t been able to keep our names out of the paper, but none would reveal that they were now living with me. “She’s my niece, and they have nothing. We’ve been friends for years, and I had an empty apartment above my garage. My in-laws brought them to my home after the attack, and she accepted my offer to rent it to her. Neither of them can handle being in the place Grandma was killed, and it was in her grandmother’s name, not hers.”

The advantage of stalking her meant that I wasn’t a suspect. They did interview people at Wiederholts and in the neighborhood, but they wouldn’t find anything.

I gave the agents the information I had on him, including his address and a photograph from his wedding.

The FBI also asked about Liv’s relationship with her parents, and she was open about that too. She told them their reaction to her pregnancy and how they had disowned her. When Liv went to live with her Grandmother, they cut ties with her as well. “They don’t want anything to do with me or my daughter, and all the kidnapping did was embarrass them. They didn’t care enough to kidnap us.”

She called Mike at Wiederholt’s and tried to quit her job. “The FBI thinks someone hired the kidnappers, and I might still be in danger,” she told him. “It is going to take months to deal with my mother’s estate and everything else. I don’t want you to hold a job open when I don’t know if I’ll ever return,” she told him.

I could hear his response. “That doesn’t mean you have to quit. Take a leave of absence; if you need two months, call me back in February and let me know how you are doing. Everyone misses you around here; almost every night someone asks me about you.”

“I’ll be all right. Grandmother had some insurance, I might go back to school full time when things settle. Thank everyone for thinking of us.”

“We’ll see you at the memorial service,” he said. “In the meantime, if you need anything, just call.”

“I will.”

He paused for a second. “Have you talked to Leo? I still can’t believe that the old man took those two out. Is he all right?” I bristled at the ‘old man’ comment, I was *only* 51!

“Leo is doing ok. It was a shock for everyone, but thank God he stopped them before they got out of the parking lot. God knows what would have happened to us if he hadn’t been there.” I smiled; I had defended my family, and I felt satisfied. It was the first Alpha-like thing I had done in years.

“I think it will be a while before he has to pay for his dinner in my place. He’s a hero.”

“He also killed two people in front of a young girl, and that isn’t easy to get over. We’ve all got some things to work through. Thanks, Mike. I’ll stop in when I can and pick up my check.”

“We should go Tuesday; they’ll expect me there,” I said. “If all of us go, we’ll be safe there.”

“I don’t know,” she said, “Would a house full of werewolves want to eat huge slabs of prime rib?”

I tried to keep a straight face, lasting a heartbeat longer than she did. “It would be good to see your friends there, and Sharkbait loves her beef now.”

Liv rolled her eyes; ever since the shift, Vicki had been eating a lot of meat, the rarer, the better. Some of the Winona Pack members even took down a buck, dragging the fresh meat into the woods behind my home. Vicki had come out with the others, getting her first taste of ‘fast food’ in her canine form. Anita had been training her hard, taking her out every night from sundown until past ten in her wolf form. She was learning how to function as a wolf and use her senses to her advantage. She learned how to run in the dark, how to move without making noise, how to stalk, and how to track. Last night had been her proudest moment.

Flashback

“Unka Leo, bring Mommy to the back door,” she sent me just after nine. I found Liv with the others downstairs and brought her up to the kitchen. When we opened the door, Liv jumped into my arms and screamed. Like a cat, Vicki had brought Mom a fat jackrabbit in her mouth, the blood staining the fur around her mouth. “Momma doesn’t like my present?”

“Momma didn’t expect her little wolf to be bringing her dinner,” I sent back. I managed to turn Liv back to look at her daughter. “It’s all right. Is that your first rabbit, Vicki?” She nodded. “I’m very proud of you. Go back to the woods and eat it, then wipe your face in the snow before you come inside.” She ran back down the stairs and into the woods as I closed the door.

“I suppose I have to get used to her eating other animals, but did she have to bring it to me?”

“She was proud of herself and wanted to show you. Catching a rabbit isn’t easy; she has to stalk close enough before attacking and be quick enough to get it before it escapes. It’s a testament to how fast she’s learning.”

“It freaked me out a little. I’ll be sure to congratulate Vicki and Anita, right after she finishes brushing her teeth and taking a bath,” Liv said.

Present time

The training was leaving her exhausted each night, and she was sleeping until nine or ten in the morning. During the day, Anita was teaching both of them about living in a Pack and around other wolves. After lunch, the two of them went up to their apartment for classes, while I went to my office. The first order of business was to make a reservation for twenty at Wiederholt’s for Tuesday night. With the holiday it was busy, but I didn’t mind coming in with the old people at five. The hostess was thrilled to hear from me and was happy to change my usual table for one to a much bigger one.

The next thing I needed to do was to send out a formal notification to the surrounding Packs of the Miesville Pack territory and leadership. Larry and I had decided that these needed to happen before we started any recruiting of new members; the Alphas wouldn’t like it if they lost people to an Alpha they weren’t aware of. I listed myself as Alpha, Mike & Anita as my Betas, and one adult and one juvenile member to round out the minimum number. My Pack territory would be centered on my eighty acres of land south of Miesville. Every Pack was allowed a ‘buffer zone’ they could control around their owned property, up to two miles in every direction. Where this crossed the buffer of other Packs, the difference was split.

I still had the map from when I was Alpha. My property anchored the western edge of the territory, while most of the homes and land were farther east along the Cannon River Valley. Since I was no longer in that Pack, my area was no longer claimed by them. I’d verified this by runs along the County and State lands in the river valley, and set up my own boundary markers the old fashioned way.

I peed on the trees and rocks along the new border.

I used my computer and a satellite map to mark out the territory and the buffer, which included the Miesville Ravine and the north side of the Cannon River. Printing out copies, I addressed them to the Alphas of the five closest Packs and put them out in the mail. It would be after the New Year by the time they arrived, which worked for me. There was not going to be any hiding of my Pack or of Vicki now that she had shifted. Her scent was much stronger now. Anyone in the same room, or passing her on the street, would know exactly what she was with a sniff.