Alpha of the Pack

Mason

Being an Alpha to a pack is not the easiest of tasks.

It was a position that I had been born for, yes. But it was not the position I wanted.

I had always considered myself a lone wolf.

And even after years of being pushed by my parents to find my mate… or at the very least, to claim one, I had resisted. I had no plan to shackle myself to another. The freedom of doing as I pleased was far too desirable to ever want that for myself.

Had I underestimated the power of the bond?

Oh, without a doubt I had.

The moment I set eyes of the scared little black wolf; I knew that I was in trouble. Her scent alone was enough to bring me to my knees. But the scared expression that was plastered onto her face and into her stance, that was enough to make me want to protect her with my own life.

And I knew in that moment that it didn’t matter than I knew nothing about her, of even know what she looked like in her human form, I would step into the path of anyone or anything, even if it meant instant death, just to ensure she was not hurt.

“Fuck.” I grumble under my breath, my hands clenching around the window sill as I stare out into the night. “There is no going back from this is there.” I didn’t speak to anyone in particular. My reflection perhaps. But other than the sleeping blonde goddess, bundled into the bed behind me, my bed, I was alone.

The fact that she had been so drop dead gorgeous was an added bonus for sure. And I could feel the strain of my cock pulsing against my jeans as I stare down at her innocent expression. I couldn’t quite believe how lucky I had gotten.

She was relatively short compared to most of our kind, and she was slim build. This in itself was unusual. Werewolves, even the she-wolves, tended to at least have some muscle mass visible under the skin. But Sienna, she barely had any. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t in good form. I could tell by her legs that she was a runner, it was more general strength that she was missing. The type of strength required to defend yourself from an attacking predator.

Her hair was cropped, and sat around her face in a halo of choppy, platinum blonde locks. And her eyes, when they were open, were impossibly blue. But my favourite feature on my little mate, was by far her rosy-pink lips.

After hours of tossing and turning, Sienna had finally drifted into a deep sleep at around 2 am. The deep furrow lines around her eyes and forehead, smoothing out until she seemed completely relaxed. Her pink lips forming a small pout that begged for me to kiss her. But I resisted temptation.

Today had been a difficult enough day for her.

Not only had she discovered the mind exploding truth, that werewolves did exist, and she was indeed one of us. She had also had her head melted by everything that entailed. Including no longer being alone in this world.

I have no idea how my little mate had come to be left on the door steps of an orphanage. Nor how she had escaped anyone’s notice until this point.

Surely someone would have clocked on to the fact that a juvenile wolf was living just a stone’s throw from the pack lands?

And how had she managed to escape turning for so long?

She was eighteen. That was clear. Only wolves who had become adults could sense their mates. Which meant that she had managed to avoid every main milestone in the young werewolves life without discovery who she really was.

The first shift at seventeen. The first hunt and kill shortly afterwards. Accension into the pack and finally being able to join the network of metal links that being part of a pack entailed, known as mindlinking.  And finally, creating the mate bond.

How had she never felt the urge to allow her natural instincts to take route? The very basic primal urge to get connect with nature…

There was something decidedly mysterious about my little mate. A part of me wondered if she knew more than she was letting on. But if she did, then she was one hell of an actress. Whatever the truth of the matter, I fully intended to discover all of her secrets.

The night had grown impossibly dark. The clouds had been rolling in all afternoon, the thick blanket cloaking out all signs of the stars and moon beyond them. The pack grounds were far enough out of town that not even the streetlights from the nearby town of Blue Valley were a problem here.

It meant that we were free to live as we pleased. We could shift and roam the surrounding woods without fear over being seen or discovered. We could hunt as we pleased, so long as no human got injured.

And, to be honest, most of the humans that lived in this area knew not to come out to this area. It was like an unwritten rule. A general understanding that the pack ground were off limits. So bar the occasional out-of-town mountaineer that might stumble into the area, we were pretty free from outside interventions.

Which meant that no one would think to come looking for Sienna here.

If there was indeed anyone that would miss her. She seemed pretty adamant earlier today that she needed to get back to the orphanage. Which meant that surely she at least had friends there?

It was the only reason that I could think that anyone would choose to return to a life of being decidedly alone.

That is… unless there was a boyfriend in the picture?

The idea of another man touching what was mine was enough to emit a low growl of disapproval. My blood running hot at the idea and the familiar sensation of fury clawing its way through my blood.

“He’ll be dead before he can ever find her…” I growl to myself. Clenching my fist against the rising urge to shift and hunt the feeble human down.