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Deep down, I had no desire to make friends with this man, I didn't need an ally, and even less this kind of guy. However, my wolf manages to gain the upper hand and pushes me forward. My steps head towards the open door, and before entering I look at the people in front. One of them particularly caught my attention. His physique was not the most impressive, probably an average soldier, at least it would be in my pack. It barely reaches my shoulders, his face would be on the cover of fashion magazines, and yet his eyes are cold, almost sadistic. I know how to recognize a predator like me when I come across one. This man is more dangerous than he seems. But what strikes me is the smell of blood that emanates from him, and also a hint of... “Vanilla”? This didn't work at all with this guy.

My wolf growls and howls its rage in my mind. He's trying to tell me something I don't want to understand. The almost faded vanilla scent makes my head spin. What is happening to me? This aroma must belong to his partner, no reason for me to be attracted to her. However, I felt a pang of jealousy coming from my wolf, he did not appreciate that this man was close to the delicious, barely perceptible smell. I shake my head quickly and then enter the house, closely followed by my two betas, after Damian turns off the engine of our 4x4.

Once in the living room, I sit down at the table, forgetting all forms of politeness, after all, I was not here to be pleasant, but to issue a warning.

Alpha Gideon stands in front of me, and my betas stand behind me, scanning the surroundings, looking for the slightest threat. There were three of us against a whole pack, yet I had the impression that it would be enough if they attacked us.

- We have prepared a welcome dinner for you for our first official meeting. It's not every day that one of the biggest Alphas in the region invites himself into our humble abode.

Compliments? If he thought this was going to work, he was wrong. My ego was already big enough, I knew who I was and what I was worth.

The other high-ranking members of this pack sit down at the table, leaving the two seats next to me empty for my betas, although neither makes the slightest movement to sit down.

The man from earlier isn't far away, and while the alpha begins to rant about the origins and politics of his pack, I focus on the scent coming from the man. My body relaxes against the seat, my hands resting on the edge of the table. I was looking for an anchor point, because I was going to bring the beast out, not being able to contain it any longer. Before that, I sent a message to my betas, thanks to our pack bond, to warn them of the possible catastrophe that was about to happen.

“If I'm going to cause carnage, hold me back. I can no longer contain my wolf, he will come out in a few seconds. ” My two guards then step forward to try to stop the inevitable. My wolf takes command, and an angry cry escapes me. Suddenly I realized what he wanted to make me aware of: soulmate. She was here. I could smell her vanilla scent.

My body starts moving on its own. The room fell silent. My aura is at its full strength because it was not only its scent that attracted me but also the smell of blood mixed with it. The men around me tense in pain as I pass, some even falling from their seats under the point of my aura. I move slowly, like a predator on the hunt, towards the door where the smell seems to be strongest. I try to turn the wrist... closed... Not for long because I break it in a second, and pick up my pace as I step inside. My red eyes, darkened by hatred of the wolf, scan the dark cellar, and I see on the ground the most beautiful of creatures... in blood, on the verge of death.

The beast can no longer be held back, it jumps over the railing to quickly approach its soulmate. The animal in me had completely taken control, I was no longer anything but a spectator of the scene, and deep down that suited me very well. I wanted the beast to be unleashed and make the people responsible for the scene pay at my feet. A succession of emotions runs through me: hatred, anger, sadness, revenge, and so on. I no longer knew what to do or what to feel. So I let my instinct take over.

Squatting down next to her, I allow myself to delicately touch her skin with my fingertips; it is frozen. His heartbeat slows down visibly. Glancing around the dilapidated room, I can barely imagine the abuse she must have experienced. Blood is leaking from various wounds, her dress is torn lengthwise, revealing her emaciated body. You could count his ribs, his bones would break with each unfortunate movement. The smell of vanilla is accompanied by the odors of the “room” that surrounds me: blood, sweat, and urine. Who could have locked him in such a place? A presence behind me makes me surge forward, protecting what was mine. I put myself on top of her body, no one would approach her, she was mine!

My wolf hardly recognizes the voice of one of my betas, concentrating on protecting the woman on the ground:

- Alpha, pull yourself together. We have to leave here.

The animal's growls are getting louder, becoming frightening. My aura explodes again, bringing my two subordinates to their knees. No one will take what is rightfully mine. My wolf lets out all his hatred towards the world with a simple word:

- MINE!

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Pov Betas

Our Alpha was no longer in control. What could have put him in such a state? Certainly, in recent years, the beast in him was losing control more quickly. Incidents, especially property damage, were starting to scare the other members of the pack. Their leader no longer controlled his wild side, and people were already talking about the fact that he would soon no longer be able to protect the weakest. Or that someone would one day get hurt because of one of these tantrums.

Yet Jason, our Alpha, had never failed in his task, except 2 years ago when his big sister died in excruciating suffering. Basically he couldn't have done anything, because she had been the companion of another powerful alpha, who had mistreated him without our knowledge. Months had passed since our revenge, which consisted of the death of the enemy beta. However none of us will be satisfied as long as the alpha of this pack breathes the same air on this planet. We couldn't attack him head-on by making war, because our packs would destroy each other, too many innocent people would lose their lives in the battle, but a day will come when his luck will change for him. That day we would be at the forefront, and we would fight alongside our Alpha to avenge the death of one of our own. Since that disastrous day, the beast in Jason has been eating away at him slowly, nothing will be able to stop it, except perhaps that which is destined for him.

Looking closer, we see a woman lying on the ground, behind the wild beast. This couldn't be true? Could this really be our salvation, the one we were all waiting for to appease the pack? Given the way the beast protected her, we could only hope so.

At the moment we were in a critical situation. Our alpha's aura grounded us, preventing us from moving an inch. We try as best we can to speak to him through our link, nothing works, the wolf has completely taken control of the man. On our knees, we looked for a solution. We had to leave here as quickly as possible, before carnage was committed. As it stood, the beast was going to destroy every member of this pack. Guilty or innocent, it will make no difference to him, if the woman on the ground is indeed his soul mate. We could not afford such a massacre, it would lead to a general war. Moreover, there were three of us against more than 200 people, we would never last until the end.

Hearing the growl in front of us, as well as those terribly frightening eyes, I thought that finally he might kill them all single-handedly.

How can I defuse this situation? A moment of reflection later, we come up with an idea that could work, one of us says:

- Alpha, look here, she needs urgent medical attention, otherwise she won't survive.

The other adds:

- Wolf, don't let her die like this!

These sentences make their way to the beast, and in those eyes, we see a small piece of human life come back to life. Thanks my God.

Our alpha bends down to hug the woman, first putting her t-shirt on, and so for the first time we can see her clearly.

That's not true... His body is covered in torture marks, blood was leaking from several wounds on his cheek and thigh. His condition is even more serious than we thought. If she didn't survive... No, out of the question. She had to live, it had to be this way. The alpha carries her across the room like a delicate wilted flower.

- They will all pay for what we did to him. This time I won't hold back....

The warning has its effect, we push ourselves out of its path. These wolves were going to regret being born. The beast was going to spill blood, just hoping it wasn't on innocent people.