The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“That bastard,” he sent back. “He went after Vicki?”

“The wolves came after the girls, not me,” I said. I’d been thinking about this all night; if it was just that Todd didn’t want me stealing his wolves, there was no need to go after Liv and Vicki like they did.

“He knows who she is from when I asked him for help protecting her. I bet his first phone call after I left was to my ex-mate to see what it was worth to her. You were just a bonus. If he waits to make a move on you, you’ll have numbers and recognition. He always was a pussy, afraid of a fair fight.”

He was right about several things. “He will pay the price. I can’t shift, and half my Pack is injured, but I’ll make sure he suffers.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. “He tried to kill my daughter, Leo. I’ve got this.”

“He tried to kill me too. I want his blood on my teeth after I tear his fucking throat out.”

“I hear you, brother. Rest up. I wish things were different, and I could get to know Liv and Vicki. They’ll never forgive me for her grandmother, though.”

The whole situation sucked. “When Liv and Vicki are ready to hear it, I’ll tell them that you loved them,” I promised. “May Luna guide your steps, my brother.”

“I love you, Leo.”

“Goodbye.” I didn’t know what he had planned, but I had an idea. Todd would be on alert, expecting me to retaliate, and he was one man.

A man with nothing to lose.

As the night went on, we napped in the chairs, waking on the hour when the nurse came in. By four, Liv didn’t wake up, and I let her sleep. She would need all of her rest for what was coming up.

It was just after six when the night shift doctor turned over her case to the day shift. They gave her another examination, which must have gone well. “Do you have someone at home who can monitor her through the day?”

“We have several people who can do that,” I said.

“Excellent. Vicki is doing well enough that further observation here is not required. I will leave you with instructions about her care and what to watch for. If any of those occur, bring her back here immediately,” he said. “In the meantime, she needs her rest, and to move around when she is awake. Walking around is good, running or sports are not. In three days, you can allow her to become more active, but stop the activity immediately if it triggers headaches, dizziness, or nausea.”

“I can do that,” Liv said.

“Limit things that can cause strain; no video games, limited television, reading, texting, or computer use at first. Follow the same rule, increasing them over time unless they trigger symptoms.”

“How long will she have the headaches and the other issues?”

He couldn’t tell us. “Brain injuries are not predictable, like a broken bone or a cut. She may be fine in a few days, or symptoms could linger for months. You should follow up with your pediatrician in two weeks to have her stitches removed, sooner if there are any problems.” He went through a stack of forms with Liv and finished signing Vicki out.

Vicki was excited to be leaving, but still tired. We had a parade of wheelchairs as we rode the elevator down to the exit, where Donna was waiting with Liv’s silver Acura. “I had it brought here just in case she was released. Your car was the only vehicle we had with a booster seat,” she explained.

“That’s fine,” Liv said. Donna and the nurse got Liv buckled in while Liv got into the back with her. She was moving slowly, and her torn-up ankle probably hurt with every move. I had a little more fun getting in the passenger seat with my boot and crutches, but I made it.

“Momma, I’m hungry,” Vicki said. “Can we have McDonalds?”

“Connie will have a good breakfast waiting for her favorite little wolf when we get home,” Donna said as we pulled out. “We can’t have a repeat of the ambulance in Mommy’s car.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

I snorted, and Liv looked shocked before she started to laugh. “It’s for the best, my tummy is always upset later in the day.”

“You shouldn’t eat anything greasy or heavy, Liv. Fruit, juice, maybe some pancakes or oatmeal.”

“How long do I have until the fever starts?”

“Before lunch,” I told her.

“Mommy is sick?” Vicki looked over at her. “You had owie, not sick!”

“A bad werewolf came into the truck and bit me after the accident, love. My ankle will heal, but I’m going to get a wolf. She will be like yours, but bigger.”

Vicki broke out in a smile until she remembered something. “Your change hurts a lot, like mine?”

“I’m going to go through the same thing, but it will be worse for Mommy because I’m not as brave as my little girl is.” She reached out her hand and reassured her daughter. “I will have people to help me, and I’ll have my little girl there too.”

“I’ll let Wolfy out to help you, Mommy,” she said.

“You are not to shift until your mother, or I tell you to,” I told Vicki with an Alpha command. “Your doctor said not to do anything that could cause you strain, and changing your head into a wolf’s head is a strain.”

“Awww, man,” she said. Her eyes got wide. “Will I be able to talk to you with my mind like I do with Unka Wolfy?”

“Once we teach your Mom how, you will be able to. She will be in our Pack with Brent, Mike, and Anita.”

“You’ve been getting calls from people about joining our Pack, Leo,” Donna said.

“I know. My phone has been blowing up with texts all night. Do you want to know what I told them?”

“I do,” Liv said.

“While we were still at Wiederholt’s, I sent a text to all the numbers I had for my old Pack except for Alpha Todd. I also included the Alphas of the surrounding Packs. The text told them Alpha Leo Volkov had formed the Miesville Pack and was open to adding members.”

“So that’s what ticked him off,” Liv said.

“Yes, but I didn’t think he would act so quickly. Last night in the hospital, I sent the same people another text. I told them that Alpha Todd is on borrowed time. His cowardly attack on my truck resulted in injuries to me and two of my Pack members, one of whom is not even five years old. His Pack members also exposed their wolves and bit a human female. He KNEW there was a human and a juvenile in the truck, and he did it anyway. For these transgressions, I will have him removed as Alpha of the Welch Pack. When I recover, I will come after him, and he will lose his life. I warned them all that if they stood with him, they would share his fate. I signed it as Alpha Leo Volkov, Alpha of the Miesville Pack.”

“Dang, you didn’t pause to catch your breath,” Donna said. “My boy isn’t happy that there has been another attack, and he’s calling in more help. I told them that Mike is the only healthy Pack member you have right now, and you’re all restricted to your home.”

“He doesn’t want another Pack war breaking out.”

“Exactly. We’ll put so many wolves around your home that he won’t dare try anything, and that will give some time for the Council to work this out.”

“I bet those pencil-pushers are THRILLED to have me back in the mix,” I said.

“Their primary motive is to make sure nothing spills out into the humans, and Liv and Vicki are all over the news. An Alpha is the FBI’s prime suspect in a murder/kidnapping, two Stillwater wolves are dead, and a former Alpha took them out to save a human and her Alpha wolf daughter. You can count on a parade of senior Werewolves showing up. Heck, some may be waiting for you.”

“I’ve got enough going on, thank you,” I said. “I just want to eat, then sleep until Liv starts her change.”

“What he said,” Liv replied.

When we arrived home, a dozen people were waiting for us as the garage door closed. Liv and Vicki were carried inside and set at the kitchen table, while Mike got me into the wheelchair and brought me inside. I thanked Luna that I’d had the foresight to adopt Americans with Disability Act standards for my home when I built it. The extra cost from the beginning was minimal compared to a refit. The doors were a few inches wider than standard, levers were used instead of knobs, there were no drop-offs on the main floor, and I had handrails by the toilets. I even had a shower on the main floor bathroom that would allow a wheelchair to roll right in.

I had oatmeal, toast, and jam for breakfast with orange juice, taking my pain pills with them. Liv and Vicki left for their apartment with Brent before I finished; he would watch her and warn us when it was time. Mike helped me shower and get ready for bed before he left me. It was annoying; my body ached, and not just from the shoulder and ankle. Getting rolled in a truck had me bruised and sore. I put my arm in an immobilizer they had given me. It kept my arm at my left side with my forearm across my stomach while I slept. My ankle was just as annoying with the heavy boot on it. I covered myself and lay back in the big bed. My head barely hit the pillow before I was out.

It seemed like the next second when Anita turned on my bedside light and woke me up. “Alpha, the FBI is here, and they insist on speaking to you,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

I grabbed my phone and looked at it; it was nine forty-two. I’d had less than two hours of sleep. “Put them in my office, I’ll be there shortly,” I said.

“They’re in there already. Let me help you with that.” She removed the immobilizer and helped me put on a clean T-shirt, then work my way into a track suit and slippers. When I was back in the wheelchair, she put my left arm in the sling and wheeled me down the hall. The two agents stood, an older female and a younger male. “Agents, what brings you here,” I asked as Anita moved me behind my desk, kicking my desk chair out of the way. I kept the link open with her, Mike, and Brent as she left.

“I’m Senior Agent Thompson, he’s Special Agent Lockwood. Two attacks on the same woman and daughter, and both times you are there,” the woman said. “I don’t believe in coincidences.”

“Neither do I,” I said. “I don’t like relying on luck, either. Every person in my truck was injured when we were knocked off the road, and it could have been four fatalities.”

“We need to know what happened,” she said. I laid it all out for them; they knew Vicki was my niece from before, and Liv was my friend. I told them about my offer to rent them the apartment above the garage, and how I asked my brother-in-law to send some people to help keep her safe. “We hadn’t seen anything suspicious, and it was Tuesday night, prime rib night at Wiederholt’s. We had about twenty of us, I thought it would be safe.”