Clayton, now twenty-six years old opened his eyes but immediately shut them after being blinded by an intense lighting shone above him. He moved his head to the side to try eliminating the illumination. He tried raising his one arm to shield his eyes but felt it heavy and immobile now.
He was attacked, taken by surprise by a trap that he knew his brother had set up. Ever since he had overtaken him and became the alpha of their pack, Conrad had never forgiven him for taking what he thinks was rightfully his. It had finally confirmed Clayton’s suspicions that his brother had pledged his allegiance to their father’s old nemesis, Ian Fullerton, alpha of The Rebel Rogues.
Clayton was on a mission on a source that he got with regards to the last wishes that his grandmother had told him. It has been five years since her death, but up to this day, he had managed to only accomplish one. But, only a bare minimum.
With Lily’s research and help, she finally discovered that the prophecy told to them when they were young, was only the first part. According to her research and the old members she had spoken to, the prophecy has three parts of it.
“Then, who the hell knows about the rest?” Liam asked intently. “Where on earth are we going to get or find the last two parts?”
“Did they say who made that prophecy, Lily?” He continued to question his twin sister.
Lily shook her head.
“The Sigma Wolf that grandma has told me about,” Clayton finally said, breaking his silence. “That was the last word she uttered to me before grandpa arrived. She said there is a Sigma before she stopped.”
“We’ve been looking everywhere for that sigma,” Liam pointed out. “Even asking our allies but we all got negative results. It’s one in millions, Clay. They’re complicated and if ever we find that one, how sure are we that he’s going to cooperate? Nobody can control a sigma.”
“There’s still one place where we haven’t look,” Clayton commented.
“You must be joking,” Lily answered after a few seconds. “No way will a sigma wolf situate himself in a place where no wolves had ever lived. Temporary, maybe but not permanent.”
“Humans?” Liam asked and Lily nodded.
But stubborn as he is, Clayton ventured towards the neutral grounds and stepped into human territory. Despite knowing the trait of a sigma wolf, Clayton just wants to check if he can be able to pick up a scent. If there’s one thing that a sigma cannot control, is the scent one has.
He just didn’t count for his brother to be tailing him and launching a surprise attack, which landed him to wherever he is right now.
Where the hell am I? He thought furiously.
He tried moving his body but to no avail. He felt both of his hands are tied, a certain soft cloth bounding him around his two wrists and tied to God knows where.
Suddenly, Clayton’s nostrils picked up a strange scent. The air surrounding him had suddenly been filled with a fragrance that is billowy and fresh. The scent he picked up was somewhere between crisp and rosy. It’s something new to him and he desperately wanted more of that.
Alluring and seductive, he thought.
“Arah, you need to move over so I can check the extreme of the injuries he sustained,” a male voice had ordered firmly. The voice also let out an irritated sigh. “Will you please stop yourself from worrying? Get that look off your face! You don’t even know him!”
Clayton, precipitously wanted to reprimand the person whoever that voice belongs to. Does he have an idea or know that he is an alpha of his pack? How dare he tells that Arah lady to stop worrying over his plight! The minute he can finally open his eyes and get up, he will put that idiot in his place while he will reward the girl who is worried over him.
“I can’t help it!” A female voice argued lightly. She let out a disgruntled sigh. “Try having those injuries on you and I will be showing the same thing. Just make sure that he’s going to be okay in the morning.”
The voice Clayton just heard felt soothing and somehow calming his body. The sweet-sounding voice seemed to run through his veins and healing his body from whatever injuries he has sustained. That voice belonging to the woman perfectly match the scent he had picked up.
“Why don’t you call Jacklyn and ask her to fetch you?” Another female voice suggested. “We can take care of him, dear. You need to go home, have dinner, and get some rest. You look tired.”
“I’ll wait until Matt finishes,” the sweet voice answered. “We can go home together. It’s late for Jacklyn to come over and fetch me. I don’t mind waiting. I can check the other patient.”
Clayton felt unexplainable jealousy rising inside him at the response of the voice that she will be waiting for that other person. He was so eaten by his jealousy that he was finally able to move his one hand.
“Look! He moved his hand!”
“Arah,” the male voice complained again. “You’re disturbing us. I want to finish this as soon as possible so we can go home. Call Jacklyn and tell her about the situation, alright? Then, just keep quiet there. Or as you mentioned, go and check on the other patient. It will help your mind keep off the situation right now.”
“Okay,” she responded softly. “The sooner you fix him, the sooner his injuries will start healing.”
Clayton, after a long while, finally felt the pain subsiding from him. Although, he could still not open his eyes from the grogginess he is feeling as well as from the blow thrown to his head, he could finally feel his fingers and feet moving.
“Is he going to be okay?”
That voice again. That sweet and alluring voice. He wanted to listen to it forever.
“He’ll wake up tomorrow,” the other woman answered. “Go home, Arah. I’ll take care of him. You need to go home, now. It’s not suitable for you to still be here.”
“You, guys, should really stop treating me like I’m still ten-years-old,” Arah groaned lightly. “But, just to get you off my back, alright. I’m sure Matt is finishing up from cleaning. We’ll go ahead once he comes back here.”
Don’t go! Clayton shouted in his mind.
“Huh?!” The voice belonging to the girl named, Arah asked in surprise. “Did you say something, Gloria? I thought I heard you say, ‘Don’t go’.”
“No, I didn’t,” Gloria answered uneasily.
Clayton felt something pricking him and he tried to fight it off but to no avail.
“Let’s go, Arah,” the voice belonging to that Matt person came. “Just lock up after us, Glo.”
Try as he might, but Clayton could not stop the woman from going. He felt unexplainable dread in him when he remaining scent of Arah has finally subsided.
“Kragen, are you okay?” He asked in his mind to his wolf. “Are you feeling better?”
His wolf, Kragen let out a grunt. “I’ll feel better in the morning,” his wolf replied. “There’s something in our veins that is making us sleepy.”
“They’ll answer to me tomorrow,” Clayton said firmly. “I will not allow them next time without getting clearance from me. How dare they touch an alpha without my consent.”
“Sure, Clayton,” Kragen answered. “You tell them that.”
Alpha Ian Fullerton of The Rebel Rogues, looked up from his desk when he heard a knock on the door of his office. He ordered the one knocking on the door to come in and he saw that it was his beta, Anthony Madison. Anthony is a tall, muscular-built guy with dark hair and dark eyes. He has a scar on his face, running from the bottom of his right eye down to his chin. He looks formidable alone with that look and he had used it to his advantage. “Langston has just returned,” Anthony informed after he closed the door. “He’s waiting outside and wants to speak to you.” Ian leaned back on his chair, clasping his hands in deep thought. “How is he?” “He’s still hungry for power,” Anthony answered seriously. “The disgrace and banishment that he received from his pack seems to be the one fueling his drive for it. If I was on his shoes, I would rather be killed than having that trademark for the rest of my life.” “That’s why I still don’t understa
Clayton could not remember how long he was asleep or unconscious the moment that whatever was administered to his body took over and lose the fight for control of trying to stay alert. But, now that he had regained his consciousness, he felt his strength returning and he can finally move his hands and feet without feeling heavy.He tried rising but he can still feel his body aching from the attack. Finally giving up, Clayton remained lying on the bed he is on and let the medicine do its work in his body so he can be able to recover and heal fast.He needs to return to his pack.He finally was able to open his eyes and he realized that he is inside of what look like a small hospital room. There’s a counter with a sink to his right and some medical accessories that will be needed for any dressing of wounds. There’s also a small basin and a sponge beside some toiletries.Could not be able to sit up, Clayton raised his arms to check on the injurie
“Hey, let me out of here!”The minute Clayton was conscious again, he started struggling from the handcuffs that was placed around both of his wrists and tied to the bed railings. He tried to break from him, using his strength but somehow, he could not. He started shouting from his room but there wasn’t anyone who came to check on him.“Hello?! I’m f8cking sure that you can hear me out there!! Get me out of here, you f8cking as$holes!” He shouted angrily. “I demand that you release me immediately or you will suffer the consequences!”He tried transforming into Kragen but could not even do it.He even tried linking with Liam, but somehow, whatever that was injected in him prevented him from doing that as well. Clayton cursed loudly so that he could be heard.“It’s best you conserve your strength,” an amused and dry voice finally replied. “The sedative is still in your system. Tr
Clayton paced back and forth inside his office, his mind getting restless as well as his body. He stopped for a few minutes before resuming his actions, closing his eyes, and bending his head in deep thought.It has been three weeks since he was discharged from the clinic by that Matthew Slade, and he did what he was being asked of much to his frustration. He remembered lingering at the clinic’s waiting area despite being discharged early, when Amarah, her real name, finally coming in through the front door after Matt.“Amarah,” he stated softly.To his discontent, Amarah stepped behind an amused Matt for her protection and hid herself. He noted that she had a scarf wrapped around her neck and her eyes reflected fear when she looked towards him. The last thing he wanted her to feel if she is around him is fear. But, because of what he did, he somehow instilled that on her.“Amarah, please know that I didn’t mean to hurt you l
Amarah opened the cabinet, which contains the clinics stock of medical supplies and started counting them for their usual monthly inventory on a not so busy Friday morning. She counted the number of boxes of surgical gloves they have left and wrote it down on the paper pinned to a clipboard she is holding.She then proceeded checking and counting the saline solution bottles.After two hours of doing inventory, she went back to the reception lobby and proceeded to her computer to start on her report.“Hey, would you mind doing this for me as well?” Tracy Sutton quipped.Amarah looked at the document being handed to her.“Isn’t that supposed to be your task to do?” She asked patiently as she open a new file and started encoding the standard format. “Matt will be reprimanding you again if he finds out that I did your report like I did last month.”“Like, please stop telling me that, Arah,” T
Clayton sat stiffly on his chair inside a small, quaint restaurant while rubbing the back of his head, where the clipboard Amarah hit him with, to ease the soreness he felt. He looked hardly at Matt, who went with them to prevent any further harm to him, trying to control his laughter over what happened.He looked across the table at Amarah. His Amarah, who just whacked him on the head with a clipboard that she had been holding since he followed her in to where she was being checked, as he was kissing her inside the clinic. The woman the damn doctor beside him said that she could not even hurt a fly and Clayton believed it. Right now, she is staring angrily at him, like daggers are shooting out of her eyes.Shocking Amarah with his bold action, Clayton held her by her chin as he bent down and kissed her deeply, sending her a message that he will make her his. She struggled from him but his hands on her waist and chin prevented her from doing that.Her full, red
Amarah opened the door to the small apartment building that she is staying in that night, where she was told had belonged to Gloria’s father. Since she turned eighteen, she could not hide her glee when Jacklyn had told her that she will finally be getting her own unit.She finally got to have her independence.Ever since she was young, as far as she can remember, Amarah always had to have either Jacklyn or Gloria wherever she goes. Permissions had always been required and she remembered waiting several days to know if it is granted.She knew deep down that Jacklyn must coordinate everything with her father, whom she only gets to meet once every year, during her birthday together with her mother. Her parents would spend the entire day with her, lavishing and buying her with whatever things she would want.Amarah had grown up not being used for all frivolities despite her parents giving her whatever she asks especially on her birthday. Every year, whe
“How many have recovered?”Clayton looked at his Beta grimly with his blood-shot eyes, tired and heavy from the border patrol that he has been dedicated in doing to protect his pack. Ever since he received news from his patrollers of threats from rouges, he had been so adamant in guarding the safety of his pack.It’s been more than three weeks since the threat to his territory had started. Clayton suspected that his brother might somehow had been behind these threats by allying the pack he had entered with other rogue packs. Apparently, hearing him survived that attack made him alternate his plans.Conrad is still set in overtaking the pack and take his place as the rightful alpha.“Most of them already did,” Liam assured as he looked at his friend carefully. “You look like shit, Clayton. Are you getting enough rest? Look, for the past five years, our pack has gotten stronger, and most had started fearing us. You made t