The Rejected Alpha

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“Alpha, we can stay for a bit longer.” My beta Noah said scratching his head embarrassingly. I know very well why he is insisting so much on staying in this mate ball. I had noticed his eyes and the way he was reacting since last ten minutes.

Well, he had always been a backbone to me. So, there was no saying ‘No’ to him. Hence, I agreed. Noah almost dragged me inside the venue, while I had already the car keys in my hands ready to leave in my Porsche cayenne; the one I brought after successfully signing the business deal with that German company.

The moment we stepped inside; Noah gave those same expressions again; his look confirming that he had inhaled the similar scent. Frankly speaking, I am not able to explain how it would have made him feel. But judging from his glistening eyes and a wide smile plastered over his squoval face, I am sure it would be blissful.

For us Werewolves, having a mate is a blessing- A blessing, that I hadn’t been showered with yet. Publically. But I know, soon I will be. Viviana needs her time. Noah hurried towards the direction of scent, probably ready to lock himself with his little mate.

I searched his eyes; landed over a beautiful blonde girl, her curves highlighted in that thin of fabric she had wrapped herself into. From her way of talking and gesturing with her hands, it appeared to me that she was from “The Full Night” pack; a pack formed from Ours nearly two hundred years ago.

The Alpha of that pack had always been a great friend with my father, until one day he realized his duties of an Alpha. Since one pack can’t have more than one alpha male, so father suggested him to choose some of the people whom he wanted to have to build his own pack. It was an arrangement made by my grandfather.

Whenever I asked grandfather the reason behind it, he always said,

“Alaric, it’s an arrangement made by Moon Goddess. Whatever she decides for us wolves are always good, and we must follow it.”

I wonder if my grandfather, the only Black werewolf Alpha had ever been in contact with the moon goddess and she chose him to carry out her tasks; of course, only through the way he used to say those things. I must admit that he was a bit of a boast.

Well, he passed away after my grandmother died due to illness. They were a pair everyone in the pack envied. Always together; no matter what the situation.

Before he passed away, he transferred his wolf powers to my father, who was an exception too. Being a normal alpha male was something surprising in my heredity. Because ours was a pack know for extraordinary werewolves.

Not only the Alphas, the betas, omegas, gammas, and the other pack members were special. But father was a normal alpha male. Hence, grandfather decided to pass his wolf power to father- another rare thing that you would find in our pack- THE BLESSED MOON PACK.

For the time being, father is the working alpha, while mother is Luna. She loves us all the most. But we know, I had always been her favorite child- the apple of her eyes.

“Why are you standing alone? Come and grab some drinks. There are too many hot chicks.” Andrew said winking me. He always walks with that good-for-nothing cocky grin. I wonder what those girls find good about it!

Andrew is my distant cousin- my Aunt Jessica’s younger son. His bond with me and our pack is the strongest, even though he can’t mind-link with me. Moving the glass of wine sophisticatedly, he inhaled its aroma and eyed a girl in tight dress barely covering her butts.

“I have got company. You better grab someone before finding your little mate, Alaric Windsor.” He left to the girl grabbing another wine glass from the table on his way.

Alaric Windsor…! My full name appeared to be strange somehow. It’s been a long time since someone had addressed me. Usually in the pack, they call me Alpha, or just Ale; a nick-name given by my late grandmother.

I wonder what that poor girl would have to face today. Andrew is one of a fucker. I hate to admit it. He is three years younger to me, but still mate less.

Unlike me, he isn’t worried at all. Whenever asked, he makes sure to put up that cocky-grin and replies with the same smudgy expressions,

“I Andrew Dawson, am incredibly happy now. Getting a hot chick to bang daily is a blessing.”

Well, I can’t even do this. Father knows it is not easy for me, also not for him…. After what had happened that night. He had not been able to shift again. He says that his wolf is angry and doesn’t talk to him anymore. So, he can’t pressure his wolf.

I wondered about the feeling of shift. But Moon had made it so good. He had always been a moody and stubborn wolf, but I love him. The whole pack’s teenagers had gotten their shifts in their sixteenth to seventeenth year, but I being their alpha shifted just two months back. My relationship with Moon was taking baby steps. But we trust each other.

Looks like moon goddess surely have some other plans for me. Watching Andrew drag the girl upstairs, my eyes landed over the other girls. Some were with their mates; I can sense it. Some were just here to fuck.

It was when my nerves alerted that I had smelled a human. A human! If the other werewolves sniffed this scent, they wouldn’t hesitate to pounce over that human. I must check it.

On my way to the north corner of this old house- a place which is chosen every year for mate ball- some moans travelled my ears. What else could it be, when I am in a ball organized to find your mate and fuck them out; consummate your bond and get married the other days. This was how it worked.

The moans kept on getting louder. From the intensity, it appeared to be belonging to same person. I had no mood to check on who it was. But my mind buzzed when Noah entered inside it without reporting before handedly.

“Alpha, I can smell you. Are you out of my room?” He asked.

So, this was Noah and his little mate. Well, I expected this already. This wolf… even in the middle of having a good Fuck, he is mind-linking with me. I am sure his mate would be pissed and give him a good beating.

Noah getting beaten by his blonde mate flashed in front of my eyes and I couldn’t help but chuckle. He let out a growl. May be guessed my thoughts.

“Continue what you are doing if you don’t want to end up being fucked rather than fucking.” I said and moved ahead towards the scent that was irritating my nostrils. I need to find out this human. How could a human be in here in The Samara Plateau?

As I was approaching the direction, the scent kept on getting stronger until my gaze halted over three men. They were dressed neatly, but they were humans and drunk too. The haggard looks over their faces were enough for me to understand that they were rogues. But why in our territory!

This land belonged to all the werewolves. It was an area of our ancestors. So, the place was chosen for mate ball and other important ceremonies when there was a need to gather all wolves. Up until today, no human had ever stepped in here. How could they!

Instead of letting my own mind answer it’s questions, I had a better idea. Keeping my pace as such, I moved towards them only to get surprised by what I had seen.

A girl!

She wasn’t a human. Her scent was telling me that she was a werewolf, but I couldn’t decipher her pack. She looked a newbie. Maybe she just shifted a while ago; I concluded this from her messy look and the signs of pain over her face. She surely was having difficulties. What she was doing with these rogues?

“Come on girl. You made us chase you for so long and so far. Now is the time to feast. Come here.” Rogue #1 said trying to touch the girl. She looked pathetic, haggard, and scared out of her wits; scared so much that she wasn’t even able to Utter a word in her defense.

‘A wolf can’t be that weak!’ My mind again interfered and I hushed it.

“Are you for real? You slut. Dancing in the bar and not letting anyone touch you! Are you pretending to be some saint?” The rogue #2 slapped her and she fell to the ground. Tears stained her cheeks. Even though, it was late at night and only moon was showering its light; I could see everything- a benefit of being a werewolf.

Wait...! Tears…! But wolves can’t cry.

Curiosity surged into my cores and I stepped further. She shivered more. May be guessed who I was. I could see obedience in her eyes. She sensed my Alpha place. She was new to all this. No matter who she was, where she belonged to; all I had to do was save her right now. The other things could wait.

“Hey you, step aside.” I said aloud. The rogues turned towards me and grinned. Okay, now I am annoyed. Why do these humans can’t keep their cocks in their pants! I wonder.

“Brother, we chased her for a long time. Let us have her first. You can have her later. Don’t meddle in between.” The rogue #3, fatty with below average height said with a stuttering voice; after-effect of alcohol, I guess.

“Go away.” I ordered and helped the girl getting up. She was barely able to stand at her own feet; hence used my shoulder to lean on. A sense of protectiveness ran through me. I want to protect her.

That’s it.

The rogue tried to drag her by her wrist; bruised already. She must have protested a lot. Rest assured girl. Now you have me. But she winced in pain. I slapped the human out of reflex.

“How dare you touch what’s mine to protect?” I said in my alpha tone, which certainly wasn’t a good idea to begin with. The girl looked at me with her wide down curved green eyes; an innocent soul.

“Huhhh..! Yours? We three chased her. I paid the manager of that bar to have her for tonight. But this slut… she ran away.” Rogue #2 said.

“I am saying this last time. Fuck off. You won’t like the consequences.” I barked at them. They were scared, I sensed it. But still, thick-asses.

“Please, help me.” I heard her faint sad voice. She almost begged me with her eyes. I secured her under my hand tightly around her waist assuring her with my eyes that she won’t be harmed if I am with her.

Not long before, Noah and James stepped out, dishelved. They were in the middle of a great sex. My Alpha tone must have dragged them here. I had seen it coming already. I gestured Noah to pull up his zipper. Embarrassment ran through his body. His blonde mate would have to teach him many things. I am looking forward to it.

Before they could ask me the matter, James, my delta, tightened his nose. He had found his mate two years back when he was just sixteen and today was here to just chill, because I commanded him. His expressions sent me a clear signal that he was ready to bite those fat-asses, but I gestured him not to.

Those rogues had sensed it. Turning towards Noah and James, they knew what they had landed themselves into. It was still a good time for them to leave. One of them noticed the color change in James’ eyes. He was ready to shift.

“He ... he ... he is a monster. A monster…” The fatty cried out, startling the other two bastards.

I signaled James to get a control over his wolf. They were humans, not werewolves. They started to run. Noah chased them out to the territory of werewolf world. I told him to make them forget this incident using my mind-link.

“What the fuck Noah. Get back here. I am in need.” I heard his blonde mate in my head due to the mind-link. She won’t spare him. (Chuckled).

“Thank you for helping me. I will go back now.” The girl tried to slip away from my hold, but I wasn’t letting her go that easily; not before she would answer my questions.

“Sure enough. Let’s treat your wounds first, and some of my questions too.” I carried her towards the other house nearby; James accompanying me with a first aid box.