Ares.
"Is he ready to talk now?" I asked Victor, one of my most trusted warriors, as I looked around the basement boredly.
It was past midnight and I was getting tired from the days job but the little fucker we had captured snooping around my borders wasn't willing to talk.
Victor turned to me, he was a tall man almost my height but I towered over him, over everyone. He had short blonde hair and a deep scar running down the side of his face narrowly missing his cold grey eyes.
He was my second right hand man after my Beta and after he had proven himself worthy to me, he had gained my trust and now I trusted him with my life.
"No Alpha, he still refuses to talk." Victor said and I yawned, pulling myself away from the wall I was resting against as I approached the captive.
It was a man who was around his late thirties, he was strapped to the chair and bloodied from all the beating he had endured. His left eye was swollen shut and his other eyes looked up at me in fear.
That's good. Fear me.
His lips spat out blood and his cheeks were bruised painfully but it was nothing to be compared to what I was about to do to him.
He was wasting my time, and my time wasn't ever wasted, especially by someone as irrelevant as him.
Victor moved away as I stood in front of the man who had started to tremble at my presence as he tried to push the chair backwards. His face twisted in pain and his eyes filled with terror as I looked down on him in disgust.
"What were you doing snooping outside my borders?" My voice boomed through the basement as I directed my question to the man who whimpered and shook his head in response.
I smirked and snapped my fingers.
Victor immediately went behind the man who looked around in fear of what was happening next. My right hand man pulled his hair backwards as the captive let out a painful scream.
Satisfaction filled my veins at the sound of his screams and Victor punched him across the face, he lost a tooth immediately.
"Please.." The man begged and I chuckled darkly and he shivered uncontrollably in front of me as he peered up fearfully at me with one bloodied eye.
"Begging makes me very angry, you shouldn't do that," I said as I took out a dagger from my boots and twirled it in my hand, the only light above us made the sharp bladed glitter and the man gasped in shock at the weapon I had pulled out.
I looked back at the man who didn't take his eyes off the dagger.
"I'll ask you one more time and if you fail to give me a reason I'll make you pay for it. Understood?" I smiled at him and he nodded his head vigorously splashing blood everywhere.
"What were you doing outside my pack and who sent you?" I asked again and the man whimpered before opening his mouth to speak as blood spewed past it.
"N.n..nothing. Pl..please let me go." He struggled to say and I smirked.
"If there's anything I hated the most it's lying." I said before I grabbed his right hand and sliced off two fingers.
Blood splattered against my white shirt and the man screams filled my ears like beautiful music and I looked at Victor who stood emotionless behind him. His expression was unreadable as usual.
"Get me a chair." I ordered.
"Yes, Alpha." He responded before grabbing a chair and handing it to me, I sat in front of the motherfucker and forced his face to meet mine.
"Who sent you?" I asked again. "This time three fingers came off." I threatened and the man started to cry in pain.
"Please.." He pleaded and frowned at him before relaxing in my chair.
"Do you want to know what my father always said about begging?" I asked and even though I knew he wasn't going to answer I continued.
"He said it was weak for a man to beg, he is obliged to take whatever pain he gets and not utter a word of plea." I said, staring at the dagger in my hand.
"You want to know the funniest thing?" I chuckled darkly. "The same fucker had begged too before I plunged this dagger into his throat." I laughed again before I faced the man once more, my face void of any emotion.
"I know who you're working for without you even telling me. Jax sent you, that crazy fucker had sent you to spy on my pack and return back to him, didn't he?" I asked and the man whimpered again.
I pushed forward and sliced off three fingers from his left hand, splashing blood once more over my shirt as he roared in pain.
"Please... he'll kill me." The man pleaded in between cries and I looked at Victor giving him a nod.
He slapped the man's face just as he was about to lose consciousness, blood dripping past his hand and his lips. Victor stepped backwards as the man looked up at me fearfully with tears filled eyes.
But I didn't feel any ounce of pity. Infact, I hated when people peered up at me that way. It was pathetic and it made me angry.
"And what do you think I'll do to you?" I asked but I didn't wait for a response from him and I stood up and plunged the knife into his throat, drawing back my hand and plunging it in again.
Blood splattered on my hand and on my shirt, a few getting on my face as the man gasped for air as blood seeped past his neck. His eyes looked up at me in fear before I heard the slow beating of his heart and then it finally stopped.
I drew back my hand as the man fell limp on the floor and I wiped my hand over my white shirt, tucking my knife back in my boots and facing Victor.
"Clean this up." I ordered as I felt the basement.
I was the Alpha of Blood Moon pack and I was known as The Blood Alpha.
Alora. Run, keep running and don't look back. Those words kept resonating in my ears like the echo of a loud beating drum. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I placed one foot after the other and navigated my way through the dark thick woods. Keep running, Alora! I told myself as I had started to pant heavily from the current stress my body was going through, I had never had to run before. Five years locked up in Jax house and I've hardly ever stepped out of his home, I didn't even know what running felt like anymore. But today I was running, running away from the dark nightmares I was born into and made to stay in forever. I didn't want to live that life anymore and today was the day I would find the freedom I deserved. A part of me wanted to see my parents one more time before I finally decided to leave, but I knew turning back would mean I traded my freedom for seeing them. No doubt Jax must have noticed I was gone by now and I knew that if I decided to go after my pa
Alora. I couldn't stop myself from trembling with fear and anticipation. The man who drove the car was silent and he wasn't human either. He was a werewolf too, not an ordinary one, he bled of power and the aura surrounding him made me shiver in fear as I snuggled between the chairs to avoid being found. No doubt if I unmasked myself he would find me, or if I made the slightest noise he would know someone was there. Werewolves were known to have extremely good hearing and this man was powerful enough to hear me out. But he seemed to be distracted by his thoughts as I noticed every now and then he sighed like something was troubling him, but I was too scared to peep and look at him. I tried to avoid moving at all, even the slightest sound and I would be found. I couldn't risk anyone finding me, the plan was that when the car came to a stop and he got out, I would leave too and find refuge somewhere. I didn't have anywhere to go but I couldn't go to any other pack, no pack accepte
Alora. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I rested against the car and turned my gaze away from the men. No! Where the hell was I?! I couldn't stumble into another pack,not especially if it was one of the packs Jax had control over. It would mean that I couldn't be free. I gasped desperately for air as tears filled my eyes and I raised my hand to my chest to stop myself from hyperventilating. But it was hard and I looked around the mansion. There was no one else in sight except the two guards at the gate, and I knew it was impossible to escape them. I had to think of something! But it was so hard to do so when I was imagining Jax walking in with a grin on his face and congratulating me on stepping into his den once more. I was hopeless as more tears filled my eyes and my body shook and my palms became sweaty as I looked around the estate.. Someone very powerful lived here and I could only think of one status in the pack where the person could afford such luxury. I
Ares. I walked into my room, slamming the door behind me. The stress of today finally weighed down on my shoulders as I sighed and reached for the buttons on my shirt when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I snatched it, grumbling at the disturbance after finishing my rounds at the west borders in case we had more intruders after the man I had just killed. Jax was one sneaky bastard and I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a second. I picked the call on the second ring after seeing my Beta's name flash across my screen. "What is it, Seth?" I growled into the speakers and I heard Seth take a deep breath as if fearing to tell me when he had called to say. Seth was my most trusted wolf, my right hand man and my childhood friend, he was the only I had ever called friend and I could trust him with my life, with every part of me. He had stood by me at every moment of my life, loyally serving me and I couldn't trust anyone at my back except him. He would give his life for me. "Uhm,
Alora. "Who the fuck are you?" His deep voice growled at me and I shivered as fear shot up my spine. The man standing before me was tall, he had a broad chest, and lean muscles. His biceps flexed as he raised his gun at me. He had deep blue cold eyes, not the usual blue of the ocean, nor the blue color of the sky. His eyes were a deeper shade, like a painter that stroked that spot repeatedly, highlighting the color. But instead of the warmth that the color blue brought, these man's were filled with cold and hate. There were no emotions in them, except from the reflection of anger in them. If I hadn't seen his reaction when he had first seen me I would have thought he could feel no other emotions except from anger and irritation. The way he had looked down on me was the exact opposite of the emotion on his face. He had looked at me with soft eyes, gasping silently at the color of my eyes. My violet eye color had been a mystery to my parents, I was different from the other wolves.
Alora. I stared into Ares' eyes. It felt so surreal that I had escaped from one deadly Alpha to another one. It was almost getting hard to breathe as my eyes watered and I thought of an answer to give Ares. He had asked for my last name and I knew telling him I was a Pentagon was basically taking the gun to my head and pulling the trigger. There was no way Ares was going to let me go knowing I was Jax's property. I had no choice but to take my parents last name, my rightful name. The name I was supposed to go by if Jax hadn't owned me. "Forrester. My name is Alora Forrester," I lied through gritted teeth, glancing away from Ares as it was hard to look him in the eye and lie. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as the lie rolled off my chest. "Hmm." Ares murmured. "And where are you from? Should I ask your pack since I can't smell your wolf?" He asked, raising a brow at me. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and I was scared he could hear it. I needed to think of something, and f
Alora. "Listen to me Alora, you mean nothing to us," My mother said to me. I had just turned five years old today and I had been foolish enough to ask for a birthday gift. My mother, who was a striking beauty with blonde hair and bright green eyes, glared at me. I remembered calling her an angel or a princess many times because of how her blonde hair glowed. But that was just the outside of the person I called mother. Because on the inside, she was cruel and unforgiving, at least to me. My father was a quiet man with brown curly hair and hazel eyes that were behind big round glasses. He was extremely quiet and did everything my mother asked him to without any excuse. Most days I thought he was just a normal wolf with a low self esteem who thought he deserved someone as beautiful as my mother so he listened to her and worshiped the ground she walked on. But as time flew I knew he was just as twisted as her. A silent cry escaped my lips as my mother pulled my ear and dragged me ou
Alora. It was dark in the room and a part of me was scared. Something about it reminded me of the time in Jax's room, dark and alone, fearfully waiting for him to come back home and defile me in many ways he deemed fit. While the other part of me was in pain, the shackles were like Jax's, they were handcuffs and they pinched my skin painfully, the cold metal hard and tight against my wrist. It was like Seth had purposely tightened them to cause more pain to me and I wondered why. He seemed to dislike me a lot and was angry that Ares had let me live. My foot stung in pain when I moved and I hissed loudly feeling tears burn in my eyes. My hands were handcuffed above my head, leaving me in a kneeling position just beside the bed and placing enough weight on my foot. I couldn't even try to move or else my foot stung in pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt it drop against my laps. I felt so dirty, wet and tired. My cold wet dress pressed against my skin and the cold AC made it