The Rogue Alpha’s Claim

Ariel had been quick to settle into her new house and her new role, and this time, she had been seeing Kane more often than usual.

Not that she was complaining.

It was the full moon, and the pack was already gearing up in preparation. Ariel had read that the full moon always had a drug-like effect on werewolves, and she would be experiencing it for the first time.

There have been several full moons since she came, but Ariel has never noticed anything out of the ordinary. Either they were too good at pretending or she had slept too early to notice, but today was going to be the day.

Her skin tingled in excitement as she helped them prepare lunch, and one could hear the whispers of gossip floating around. Most of them had opted for rare steak, but others wanted theirs a little cooked with some sides, and Ariel decided to help with the process.

They had been preparing a lot of food because after the hunt, they would get so hungry, and sometimes if they weren’t lucky enough to catch a game, steak would do.

“Are you ready for tonight, Luna?” Whitney chirped happily as she kneaded the dough. She was a new addition to the pack, and the overly cheerful lady was a delight to watch.

“Tonight? I don’t think I should join in the hunt, but I could always stay somewhere safe and watch.” Kane had told her they could be a little aggressive during that time and had warned her not to come too close.

The laughter from the kitchen startled her, and a deep frown settled on her face. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Oh no,” Whitney shook her head vehemently, her loose curls bouncing around. Sometimes the girl had too much energy, or it could be the effect of the full moon. “As you know, today is the full moon, and all our senses are heightened, and the urges are stronger. I was only saying you should be prepared because of the alpha.”

“Ohh.” The tips of her ears flushed from all the attention, and she cleared her throat, pretending something had caught in her throat.

“Now that it is in the open, it seems a little inappropriate. Forgive me, Luna.”

“It is alright.” Ariel said, waving her off, and they fell into silence as they continued working. “What color is your wolf, Whitney?” Ariel asked, trying to break the tension that had settled.

“Uhmm, white?” Whitney replied, a little confused.

“I would be sure to look out for you when I am watching you.”

“Really?” Her eyes literally sparkled like the Fourth of July. “I will be sure to put on a show for you if I am still in the right senses. I always get high during that period.” Her voice trailed in excitement as she seemed to recall the moment.

The meal preparation had lasted well into the evening, and Ariel had been so beat that she had dragged herself to her room after work and sat on the sofa waiting for her mate.

Their room was bigger than the old one and had enough amenities to be self-sufficient. The kitchen was much bigger-with the addition of a mini bar and dining room, it could literally be a suite.

Ariel had sat on the sofa, her gaze fixed on her phone screen as she continued swiping through it. She had been taken by a new app, and the ridiculous challenges some of the users were engaging in were enough entertainment.

But it was only so much her body could take, and she was dozing on the sofa, the phone long forgotten on her stomach.

***

“Kaneee!!” Ariel yelled, screaming her lungs out, as she was woken up from yet another vivid dream.

It was like always, and it would always start with her father and someone she thought to be her father lying on the floor in the pool of her blood, and it would end up with her running for her life.

Ariel sat on the sofa, her brain twirling as she tried to piece everything together. Nothing was making sense, and now it was becoming something regular.

Maybe her father was trying to pass a message to her?

Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath, her forehead glistening with sweat. She looked up at the wall where the grandfather clock hung, which had been ticking, and she was almost jumping out of her skin.

She had slept for hours!

Ariel was jumping out of the sofa and running out of the room. If she had missed the whole show, she wasn’t going to forgive herself, nor would she forgive Kane.

Why the hell had he not woken her up?

She was going to have a word with him if she missed it, but first she had to see for herself. Ariel quickened her footsteps, and as she got closer to the balcony, she heard what was no doubt howling, and she sighed in relief.

She ran to her balcony, holding her swinging boobs. Yea, she had forgotten a bra in her hurry.

Ariel sat on one of the empty seats that had been scattered around. Her gaze was on the view in front of her, and her breath caught in her throat.

It was beautiful, for the lack of better words.

Just overlooking the packhouse were bungalows scattered around the area. Kane had mentioned he had built it in case the people in the pack wanted to start a family, and families needed their space.

But after the houses, there was a long stretch of well-manicured lawn flanked on the sides by trees that made it suitable for hunting.

It was there they had gathered, howling to the moon.

It wasn’t hard to spot Kane; he was the biggest among them all, and he stood tall in the front, his black fur shining a little brighter from the light of the full moon.

He could tell she was around and watching him because he looked up, and no matter how far they were, Ariel was sure their eyes collided, and she gave her a nod before he continued his howls.

Somehow, Ariel could make out some of her packmates. Some of their human features had spilled into their wolf sides. Maddie was the next biggest after Kane, as she was a potential alpha, and Toby was by her side.

One of the warriors, who was a natural blonde in human form, had brown fur, but they were so light they could pass off as blonde.

And, of course, the white wolves. They were three in number, yet Ariel could tell which was Whitney, and she waved to her, keeping her promise, even though the latter was too drunk on the moon’s influence to notice.

“Luna.”

“Zora, I had no idea you were in the pack.” Ariel exclaimed as she saw the pregnant lady waddling toward her.

She and her mate had taken the responsibility to start a family, and Ariel had never been more excited. Although she had been a little scared when she heard that werewolf pregnancies were faster than normal,.

Little scared?

She was almost shitting her pants as she heard it, but she was quick to calm down. There was nothing normal about their species; the earlier she learned, the better.

“How are you doing? How is the pregnancy coming longer?” Ariel helped her to her seat, and the lady handed a cup to her.

“I juiced some pineapples, and I figured you would be interested. And yes, I could sniff you around, and I am fine. Thanks for asking.”

Ariel chuckled, but she accepted the cold drink and took a sip from it, taking a long sip.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Just how I like it. Thank you.” The drink had activated her happy hormone, and a wide smile was on her lips.

They both sat down, talking about the pack, while Zora spilled secrets about different packs, and Ariel was all ears, sipping and listening to gossip.

She enjoyed the full moon in her own way, and she couldn’t be happier.