The Ruthless Alpha's Dangerous Omega

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CHAPTER 1 - THE BROKEN WOLF (EDITED)

SELENE

They slam their bodies against the tree sending vibrations coursing through me.

Oh quit being babies!

It’s situations like this that makes me wish I could still talk properly. I bite a huge chunk of the meat and chew dramatically to annoy them further.

The rogue wolves bare their teeth up at me, snarling and scratching at the base of the tree that I’m on top of.

I huff, and take another huge bite of the meat I stole from them into my mouth. This is what they get from isolating me.

“Idiots,” I mutter, watching as their scratching grew frantic, red eyes staring menacingly at me.

They could have climbed up the tree to get me but their wolves have gone mad to the point that their wolves can no longer recognize their human counterparts.

But I won’t let mine.

From the moment I fled from my pack two years ago, I went to a witch to get my wolf locked. She was too dangerous and didn't deceive to be free but she’s stubborn, she keeps pushing against her cage just like now.

A loud growl from below brings me back to the present. I snarl at the wolves and they cower back in fear.

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

From the moment I entered into the no man’s territory, the rogues have always stayed away from me. They didn’t let me into the group but they didn’t dare to bother me either.

 

Probably because their wolf spirits were dominant enough to sense there’s something different about my wolf, since they no longer share the reigns with the human counterpart.

The rogues growling dies down and they all pause, their ears perking up. They glance at each other and take off running deeper into the forest.

“Where you go?” frustration rises in me when my sentences come out distorted like it has been doing for some time.

Then my nose catches it; the mixture of scents approaching. My heart stops. Pack wolves and familiar ones.

They found me.

Throwing the last piece of meat in my mouth, I jump down from the tree. The landing sends painful vibrations running up my legs but I ignore it and take off.

My wolf chooses this moment to start fighting me, pushing against the chains holding her back.

Stop! I scream at her.

She can no longer speak back to me but I can feel her pressing need to be with her former pack members.

 No. They hate us, remember?

But she doesn’t relent and my vision starts getting blurry from trying to keep her put. It slows me drastically to the point that I find myself quickly surrounded by my former pack.

They are five of them, all in human form eyeing me wearily. Few I recognized; pack warriors I’m familiar with, but there are a few new faces.

“Come willingly and you won’t get hurt,” one of them warns, but his voice comes out shaky and the smell of fear on them is pungent in the air.

I try not to let the confusion show on my face. In the first year I escaped, my Alpha had always sent wolves to bring back my head. They never returned back home and he stopped sending them.

So why now and why has the story changed.

I snarl at them and they flinch. The newbies take a step back. They must have told them everything about me then. Good.

What they don’t know is that I’ve severely weakened over time after having locked my wolf. Hopefully, they are too scared to attack and-

One of them leaps at me, turning into a wolf midair. I move to the side, but I’m not quick enough and he scratches my arm. Blood begins seeping out and it doesn’t heal right away.

I stare up at them to find them looking at my shoulder in surprise. But it quickly wears off and they have all shifted into their wolves before I know it.