The Rogue Alpha’s Claim

“We need to start laying ambushes now. You know the Alpha King would rather resign before he attends to our request. There is no need to wait when we could just start something.” Toby argued, shifting out of his seat.

“Hmm.” Kane nodded, absentmindedly. His mind was not on anything they were saying. Physically, he may be in his office, but mentally, he was still in his room, laying down and cuddling with his mate.

It was a struggle getting out of bed and leaving her all alone. He could still remember how she clung to him, refusing to let go, and it took all of him to pry her hands off him.

Goddess, she was so beautiful in her sleep.

“Are you even listening to what we are saying?” Mason asked, his eyes trained on his alpha.

“Of course, you were talking about invading the land.” Kane replied, and Mason fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“We finished talking about that long ago. If you are too preoccupied, we could come back whenever you are free.” Toby said, preparing to rise to his feet.

“No, it is nothing. I will write to the alpha king again, and if he refuses, I will take action.”

“Why are you sucking up to him? We are obviously stronger than the pathetic people he calls warriors, and we could take them down if we wanted to. People will only think you are weak if you keep writing to him.”

“Mason!” Kane’s eye flashed red, his canine jutting out from his gum. “If you still want to use that mouth, I suggest you watch what you say.”

“I am sorry, Alpha; I didn’t mean any harm.” Mason apologized, lowering his head to show submission.

“I understand we are rogues, but we mustn’t behave like feral ones roaming about in the woods. The one reason the king hasn’t ordered our assassination is because we are organized and cultured, and that is not weakness. We are still governed by the king, and his words are final.”

“Maybe we should take a breather, gentlemen.” Toby suggested inserting himself in between them before it turned into a bloodbath.

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“So… how is Ariel?” Toby asked, trying to disperse the tension that was still hanging in the air, and that did it. Kane broke into a small smile, his shoulders instantly relaxing.

“She is fine; we are actually doing well.”

“That is good to hear; I was almost sure our friendship was over.”

“It is fine. I have sorted everything out, and I can assure you that she is not angry with you. I am actually thinking of telling her the truth.”

“It is high time she learned the-” Toby hadn’t finished his sentence before Kane stood up, like they had lit a fire under his ass. “What is wrong?”

Kane didn’t say a word; instead, he was rushing out of his office. He had a gut feeling that something was wrong, and after what happened the last time, he wasn’t going to wait around to be right.

He allowed his feet to lead him, and somehow they led him straight to the training room.

No surprise there.

If everything turned out fine, he would make sure she never stepped on her legs inside this room.

Kane pushed the door open, and, goddess, he wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted him. The stench of blood hung in the air, so heavy and metallic that it clung to everything, and he gagged.

Kane looked down to see the source of the smell, and there lay his mate, lifeless on the floor, her dress the same red color he had come to hate.

Red

It was all he could see.

Red

It was all he could breathe, his nose flaring as he took in the sinful stench. His eyes darkened almost instantly, fingernails extending into claws as Max took complete control over his body, and the wolf only had one thing on his mind.

Blood.

Max moved like a leopard on the hunt, stalking his prey. His eyes were trained on the female who had dare laid her hands on her mate, and he vowed that it was going to be her last day on earth.

Bertha could feel it in her ones, the winds whispering to her that it was going to be her last day on earth, and she sank to her knees, her neck bent so low that they almost kissed the earth. Her entire form was trembling, her wolf almost shutting herself, her organs refusing to perform their functions, and a little trickle of urine left her.

“Forgive me, Alpha; it was a mistake. I didn’t know-” Her words were muffled as he grabbed her neck, his claws piercing through the throat and blood jutting out of the hole.

She deserves a slow, painful death for even daring to lay hands on his mate, but he would be generous enough and end her miserable life fast so he could attend to his mate.

“Plea-” Her attempt was feeble because Max increased the pressure on her neck, and her flesh slowly caved in from the pressure.

Her neck exploded, spraying bits of flesh and blood around the surrounding people. Her head flew off her body, rolling on the floor until it stopped in front of a female, and she was gagging, throwing up all her stomach acid at the sight.

A wave of fear passed through the crowd, and they were lowering themselves to the floor, unable to withstand the alpha’s power.

It had the worst effect on the omega’s present, and they were shivering, their bodies breaking out into goosebumps.

The alpha wolf cast his eyes around the crowd, his red eyes sniffing out anyone who bore ill-will towards his mate.

A female was daring enough, and she looked up, her eye landing on her alpha. Max didn’t give her time to process it before he was marching towards her, giving her a similar fate as Bertha.

Only this time, her innards were scattered on the floor, a tangled mess of intestines for all the world to see.

The alpha wolf’s eyes zoned on the next victim; he could recall that she was the one who had first laid hands on his mate and had known that she had the hots for Kane.

Max was marching towards her, but Toby barged into the room, throwing off the alpha wolf before he would get to his next victim.

“Toby!” Max roared his displeasure, angry that he had disrupted his hunt.

“You need to come back to your senses. Your mate is hurt and dying, and she needs you.”

Max only needed to hear that his mate was dying, and the bloodlust cleared from his eyes. He looked at his mate, still lying in the pool of her own blood, and he was running towards her.

Max picked her up in bridal style, ignoring the way she lay limp in his hands, and he turned to look at them. With his eyes still trained on them, he leaned down, his canine piercing into Ariel’s throat.

Not enough to mark her, but deep enough for his scent to seep into her and to let everyone know she was his. He slowly left her neck, licking off the blood that had spilled from his mouth, and he looked at them.

“I would assume I haven’t been clear on what this human means to me, but I will say it to everyone’s benefit. Ariel is my mate, and you will accord her every respect you will to a Luna, regardless of whether she is a human or not. Hurting her is equivalent to hurting me, and it won’t be treated lightly.”

“Yes alpha.”

“In light of that, everyone still breathing in this room will each hunt for a boar.” A gasp rang through the room as they learned of their punishment, and even Toby felt pity for them. The boar was one of the toughest animals to hunt, and they were scarce during this season. “Starting now, you will go into the forest and hunt a boar, and only then can you return. That is, if you don’t get killed first.” Max gave them a bloody smile, drinking up their fear like water.

It was surely a suicide mission, but they wouldn’t dare disobey him.

“Yes alpha.”

“Good, now clean this shit up and get out of my pack.”