Chapter 5 - Hunt

The reaction from the crowd when they learn they have not one but three new alphas isn’t shocking. Some look resigned while others look like they just swallowed wolfsbane. The rest looked downright terrified.

I know one of us by itself is intimidating but when you bring in two more, people tend to shy away in self preservation. We’re all tall, over six feet, and built like a brickhouse covered in tattoos. The rumors that circulate sure don’t help either. In time, these new members will learn that while yes, we can be ruthless, we also care deeply for our pack and do everything in our power to keep everyone safe.

Only time and proving ourselves will have everyone’s tension slipping from their shoulders.

Draco is still angry about the missing girl though he seems more bent out of shape about it than I expected. I have no idea who the girl is but maybe she’s already made an impression on my brother, though it doesn’t seem to be a good one. He hadn’t mentioned anyone specifically when we talked over the past few days so I’m not sure what is going through his mind right now.

My main concern is making sure Ryder keeps his dick in his pants, which might prove harder than I thought by the amount of looks he’s getting from the women. Draco and I are also getting them but Ryder is the one I’m worried about even though he promised he wouldn’t cross lines.

I’d give just one day where Ryder thought with his big head instead of the little one.

Don’t tell him I said that though because then I’ll get a lecture about how his cock is not small and how good it is at making women scream. There’s just some things you don’t need to know about your brothers.

One of the many reasons why the three of us have never touched the same woman, separately or together.

“So that went better than I thought,” says Ryder, grinning at a group of women passing by. They blush and giggle to one another and I just manage to resist rolling my eyes.

The three of us are standing in a group, watching as the members around us talk to warriors to get their placements for the tournament. Even those who don’t train with the warriors will be participating so we can see how everyone will fare during battle.

At the Bloodstone pack, we make sure every person is able to defend themselves even if it’s just basic self defense. No one should be left vulnerable. Sometimes, just knowing how to throw a correct punch can go a long way.

“They’re too scared to speak up,” I retort. “They still think we’re going to decide to kill them all.”

Draco snorts and shakes his head in amusement. I arch a brow at him but he just waves me off. Obviously something in his mind is making him laugh. At least he’s no longer pouting over the missing girl.

Though Ryder doesn’t let it go. “Something you’d like to share with the class, dear brother?”

“Just something I overheard a member saying the day of the fight. Told her friend, and I quote, ‘he’s a fucking idiot who deserves to be spited by the moon goddess’ if I decided to kill them all.”

Ryder throws his head back and laughs and even I let out a little chuckle.

“And who exactly said that? I’d sure like to meet her,” purrs Ryder and I smack the back of his head. He gives me a sheepish smile and shrugs.

Draco turns his head like he senses someone, and says, “Well, it would be frosty who finally decided to show up and is currently heading straight towards us.”

I turn in the direction Draco is staring and I know immediately who he’s talking about considering the girl sticks out like a beacon. Her braided hair is a silvery white and skin pale as moonlight.

In a sea of tan, dark haired southerners, she clearly doesn’t belong.

Though something about her is magnetic. I’ve never met anyone who looks like her and when she bumps straight into Draco and looks up with icy blue eyes, my breath catches.

I’ve seen brown, hazel, and even dark green or blue eyes but never ones so light. She’s definitely beautiful with her heart shaped face and pouty lips. There’s no denying that.

He uses his hands to steady her and she flinches away like he burnt her. She takes a step back to stay out of his reach and I clock the moment she notices Ryder and me on either side of him. She looks back and forth between the three of us before I hear her mutter, “Oh fuck. There’s three of you.”

The reaction to us is amusing but I hide it behind a stoic expression. This is the girl who doesn’t know how to tell time and show up to mandatory meetings. The girl who’s had Draco’s panties in a bunch all afternoon.

The three of us unleash a bit of our auras, the people surrounding us looking before inching away from the power. Even with the small amount we let out, the three of us aimed at one person is enough to put them on their ass.

But not this girl. She just stands there, teeth chattering and shivering.

Wait… teeth chattering and shivering? It’s almost a hundred degrees outside.

I take a closer look at her and notice the blue tinge to her lips and look down to find her hands don’t look any better. While everyone else is dressed in minimal clothing, she’s covered from the neck down.

“Alanna,” says Draco. “How nice of you to finally join us.”

There’s an edge to his voice that would make most members tremble but she seems completely unaffected.

“And who might ‘us’ be?”

“Since you missed the mandatory meeting, let me introduce you to my brothers. This is Hunt,” he says, pointing to me. “And this is Ryder,” he finishes, nodding his head at our youngest brother.

“Three new alphas. How lovely.” There’s no missing the sarcasm in her voice. I feel my body tense at her tone. At the disrespect. I’m also a bit shocked. No one has ever spoken to any of us that way. “Well,” she grits through clenched teeth, “as nice as this has been, I gotta go.”

She turns around and walks away, leaving the three of us dumbstruck, unsure how to even manage this situation. Draco calls after her but all it does is make her pick up her pace.

All three of us exchange looks.

“Uh… what the fuck just happened?”

I look at Ryder and wish I had an answer but even I’m at a loss for words.