Clash of alphas

Skye's POV

She is the one. The most feared that I had often heard about and I had no idea she was in the crescent pack.

Her beauty was no denial and way more exquisite than I have heard.

The raindrops on her clothes clung to every contour of her body.

When my wolf had taken charge, I knew I was in trouble.

"Mate." He echoed in my head.

Unwillingly, I found myself lowering my sword. My wolf didn't want to go heads with her, he wanted her close.

But, she was indifferent. She swung her sword sharply, but I was able to averse from the cut in a nick of time.

She fought well, but wasn't making proper calculations of her moves. Having scolded and kept my wolf in check, I had control of myself again and could tell her next move.

She had this fire to kill in her. Something raw was driving her to that point.

In an attempt to behead me, I flung her sword aside and trapped her to a tree, both hands held tightly in mine and my sword placed underneath her jawline.

"Let go of me," her voice came out coarse, but still soft in the ears of my wolf as he leaped in my head in excitement.

"Just this one time," I said, close enough to her ear.

With a howl, I made a signal for the pack to retreat.

Ava's POV

"Just this one time," it came to me like a soft caress that tingled my senses.

In all my years of fighting and living with men, I had forgotten I was a woman and tonight I was reminded of that.

I was reminded I was weak, my emotions were weak, and getting the better part of me tonight, in a battle I'd been waiting for. I felt truly disgusted at myself.

I was in my room when uncle Phil came in.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

I pressed my hair smoothly behind my head and nodded.

"I saw you fighting the alpha of the blood moon pack," he said.

I stared into an open space. He was an alpha?! He fought very well and was no weakling like other alphas I've slayed.

I shrugged. "What does it matter? I've fought alphas before."

Uncle Phil stared at me, long enough for me to avert my eyes.

"Did he say something to you?" He asked.

I looked at him and then away. How could I tell him?

So uncle, the alpha of the blood moon pack is my mate and I am his. What a glorious union, right?

I shook my head. "No, he did not."

He patted my shoulder and had a relieved look on his face.

"I'll leave you to rest," he said and I nodded watching him leave.

Sooner than he left, Fernandez walked in.

"How are the people doing?" I asked. I was worried about my people. Many were badly hurt.

"We've lost two of the warriors already alongside those who fell at the hands of the archers. We've lost a total of ten today," he calculated.

I shook my head in remorse. If only there was a way to make us stronger than ever.

If this continues, we'll be outnumbered in no time.

In a few weeks to come, I was to be ordained as Queen of the pack. I hoped to have a better judgment of my people and their interests at heart.

"You're bleeding," Fernandez said, drawing my attention to my hand.

I shrugged it off. "It's just a scratch."

He walked to the cabinet searching for the first aid kit.

"It's not just a scratch, Ava, it could get an infection," he said.

"It will heal," I assured him. He disagreed with me despite knowing we could heal ourselves.

He found the kit and reached for my hand.

"It's fine," I said, rather impatiently, I wanted to be alone.

"No," he insisted taking my hand forcefully.

"It's fine!"I said more loudly than I wanted. He let go of my hand.

"I was only trying to help," he said, walking away.

I sighed in regret. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings. He was only trying to be a good friend.

"Fernandez," I called after him.

He turned and smiled. "Goodnight, my Queen," and with that, he was gone. He addressed me so formally and I felt terrible.

I have never yelled at him before. I groaned and fell on the bed hoping this night could fade away, but all I could think and see were a pair of hazelnut eyes.

Skye's POV

I had heard tales of her conquest, but I didn't imagine her being from the crescent pack.

I wasn't about to let the tale of her slaying my people to reach any inferior pack.

Robin stood in front of me disapproving of my actions of letting her go.

"You should have killed her, Skye. That will put the crescent and other packs in their place!" He vents out.

I ignored him, hoping he would go away.

I didn't have a reasonable explanation to give him about sparing the enemy's life. I couldn't possibly tell him she's my mate.

"You're becoming weak!" He yelled out, which annoyed me and in a flash without him noticing, I flung the pocket knife that lay on the table at him, aiming above his head.

He stared at me in shock.

"That's to let you know who still remains the alpha," I said in a condescending tone.

"I'm sorry," he bowed slightly and walked away.

I was angry at myself, angry at the fact that I couldn't stop recalling the events of earlier on in my head.

I was also very angry at the universe for making her, my mate. It was just the other day, when I said I didn't want to have anything to do with a crescent, and now, the ancestors have decided to punish me by granting a wish I didn't ask for.

I could reject her, of course, I was going to reject her. I wasn't and wouldn't be the first or last to do so, but my wolf screamed no!

He wanted her more badly than I did.

"She's the enemy," I reminded him.

"I don't care. I want her," he lashed out at me.

I groaned. I hoped and pray I didn't have to meet her again, but I spoke too soon.

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