Chosen By The Alphas

From the moment the girl stepped foot inside my diner, I knew she was in trouble. I could tell by the way she wore her long, strawberry hair down covering her face like a shroud, and she chose a booth in the back that had a view of the whole place. It also made for a quick exit out the back door. She slid into the booth, her keen green eyes kept scanning the joint but not making eye contact with a living soul in it. She flinched when the door opened, and I could smell the tang of her blood in the air as she chewed her thumbnail down to the quick. I could tell the girl was in trouble, because I had once been her. She couldn’t be more than nineteen, which was another red flag of her being here all alone at this ungodly hour. My diner was on the backroads, the bypass to the highway, and these twisty lanes that curved around the mountain, were dangerous even when the sun was high in the sky. The only faces I usually saw at this time before dawn, were truckers after they’d dropped their

“It’ll all be alright Lily. I won’t ever let anything happen to you, Moon as my witness. We’ll make him understand,” promised Rand.Poor Lily was shaking like a leaf. What a pretty name, I just hoped the Alpha didn’t pluck this pretty little redheaded flower. She-wolfs were usually protected at all costs. So, chances were, even if this was a rival Alpha, he’d try and beat the beta into submission and claim Lily for his own pack, best case scenario anyway. Worst case, he was a raging feral who couldn’t be reasoned with, tore Rand apart and then possibly did the same to Lily out of spite. That was where Old Faithful came in, to get him right with The Moon and to remind the bastard this was my land.Chris was semi-oblivious to the danger we were facing. He didn’t know what had the rest of us all so worked up. He tried to peer out the window, but the night was too dark and unforgiving to see much. Thick lines of trees also helped to hide most of the sins of the creatures of the night.

To say I was a bit distracted was an understatement, but it was the reason I was the last wolf to realize we had company. Sure, I was vaguely aware of the cloying scent of cedar and sandalwood, the crunch of gravel outside, a howl carried on the wind, but I was still entranced by the Alpha before me and the things he was doing to my body. I hated myself for this weakness, for not being able to control the wetness spreading between my legs, the tautness of my nipples, the burn where his mouth touched against my skin. But it felt so damn good. And the bastard knew exactly the effects he was having on me alright. “Rand!” cried out Lily, increasing her grip on her mate. “Maybe we’ll have better luck making him understand,” soothed Rand as he stroked her cheek, “I’ll relinquish my place in the pack and my allegiance to my Alpha, Lil if that’s what it takes for us to be together.” “He has to understand! He’ll give you a place and protection among our pack,” the hope in Lily’s voice near

The Alpha of Stonemountain Pack must have had a heart beneath that stone after all, and some deep down connection to his humanity while he wore his wolfskin. Though he had threatened to end his own nephew to keep the pack from dishonor, he did not stand for someone else threatening to kill his beta. A disgruntled, potent roar echoed through my diner and I nearly dropped my shotgun to cover my ears. But to do so, would not have ended well for me. While the dark wolf still wore his fur, he’d likely get his pound of flesh from me instead, and Old Faithful was likely the only thing standing in his way. Alpha Roam let go of the grey wolf, but he sure as fuck wasn’t happy about it. He snarled his fangs at me, blood dripping off his teeth, and menaced closer in my direction. I retrained the gun on him, and he knew I had no reservations about shooting him for a second time. The evidence of which he wore on his fur, now stained darker on his front leg. I didn’t dare take my eyes off the wolf

The young beta held the Alpha’s gaze briefly, before he downcast his eyes as a sign of respect. Rand was trying to get on his good side, and also following wolf etiquette. Lycans were taught from cubhood to show ultimate obedience and respect to their Alphas above all, and it could be a matter of death for those who never learned that lesson. Hotheaded Alphas had challenged their wolfkind for such offences as staring them in the eyes too long, among other tiny infractions they saw as disrespect. It was a shame they often let their females be treated with so little of that same respect they demanded. Hypocritical bullshit at its finest.But Alpha Grey seemed…different. Maybe it was just because Lily was his sister that he’d allowed her to address him without his proper title. He had treated me with more decency than Alpha Roam had. But it was far to early to tell the character of this Alpha. He was likely also a wolf in sheep’s clothing, just waiting for me to let my guard down to poun