The Rival Alpha is my mate

Ashriel paraded through the halls of his mansion down to his dining room where his council members were waiting for him. Today marked the day he would sign the peace treaty with the BlackClaw pack and prevent a war with his own pack and theirs.

“Alpha, this council head spoke up at the head of the table. He took a bow before the fellow members rose up and imitated him.

“Thank you, Dean,”

Ashriel was young. One of the youngest alphas to lead a pack but when his brother had been killed, he swore he wouldn’t let the power fall into someone else’s hands just because they were older.

His brother was meant to be alpha but after he had been killed about 5 years, the responsibility had fallen into his lap and he would lead his pack, irrespective of his anatomy.

“Where is he?” Ashriel asked cutting to the chase immediately, having no time for idle chat.

“He’s right here Dean spoke up gesturing to the man clad at the foot of the table. Ashriel wondered how he hadn’t noticed him earlier.

“The man had something like a paper bag over his head, preventing his vision. His wrists and ankles also seemed to be chained to the legs of the table. He looked like a total hopeless prisoner.

Good.

Hence the beginning of their meeting, all the while ignoring the beast of the man beneath the table.

Well not fully ignoring. Ashriel couldn’t help but notice the man. He was rather huge. And tan. His complexion contrasting heavily from their pale ones.

And it didn’t help that he was not wearing any clothes apart from his waist. He was even barefoot. After discussing matters concerning their pack and land. The meeting was over, and Ashriel dismissed his councilmen.

And it was then that he noticed that he was feeling what could often be described as excitement.

Because of the mutt tied to the table?”

Most likely.

It had been so long since anything entertaining happened. Besides plotting several ways to destroy Blackclaw and seek his revenge. Life had been pretty boring so to say.

He stepped out from his seat at the head of the table and couldn’t help but notice the man squirming a bit, alternating between lifting his knees slightly and massaging them. Probably in discomfort from the demeaning position.

He must have noticed that he was being watched and knelt straighter allowing his arms to fall back to the side He was obviously in discomfort. Soon Ashriel thought. he’d release him in ten minutes.

The young alpha returned back three hours later. Yes, a tad bit longer than he had intended to but he had to get his thoughts in order first like he was going to do about his prisoner

The Blackclaw alpha had two sons, Kraven and Therion. Both sturdy males who had obviously inherited their father's muscular nature. Kraven had betrayed the heir of the Silver fang pack, Ashriels brother, leaving the tile of alpha to fall into Ashriels lap.

Filled with rage, Ashriel had planned to kill Kraven and avenge his brother. But Kraven died from a terminal disease before that time could come. His father had apparently died of the terminal disease too, making Therion the next in line.

But ashriel was still angry, still is, and he had not gotten his revenge. So, in favor of all who cared. A peace treaty was to be signed between the two packs to willingly hand over Therion to serve as his personal hostage, slave and prisoner

Therefore, leading to what we have in the present. Ashriel watching Therion from the door of the dining room, while the other man squirmed in pain and discomfort. After deciding that he couldn’t just stand there forever, he made his way to his prisoner and removed the paper bag from his face. Therion who had noticed the presence of someone else had been careful to not let it bother him too much but when the presence started inching closer and footsteps could be herd, he couldn’t really help the way his heart rate spiked up. And all of a sudden, the bag was off his face and h could breathe better, oh but the lights were too bright and his eyes skilled to hurt and there was someone in front of him and the man, was well,

small.

Not tiny or childlike but certainly but certainly smaller than him, Therion thought. Almost built like a-

“stand” Ashriels commanding voice broke him out of his thoughts. He lifted his arms in a way to say” chains “

Ashriel lifted a brow to say “so”

When nothing happened for a few seconds, the silver fang alpha turned his back on his prisoner. "okay then, you can rot there”

Therion unbelieving of his ears began to pull helplessly at the chains restricting his arms. Ashriel took about twenty slow steps to the door when he heard a snapping sounds and clattering of chains on the ground.

Bewildered, Ashriel turned and was met with his prisoner, levelling him down with a cool stare. Standing.

And if Ashriel thought he was tall before, seeing him at his full height now, fucking huge was the better description.

The chains had been cut off leaving one end on his wrist and ankles while the other pair on the legs of the table.

Anger fueled inside Ashriel. Did he just free himself with sheer strength alone. He hadn’t expected him to do anything. He hadn’t forgotten the key to unlock the chains and was turning to retrieve it.

He had only said to free himself to frustrate him. But oh well, Ashriel would need to keep a weapon at all times if they ever needed to restrain Therion forcefully.