All Chapters of Rise of the Phoenix Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

OCTAVIA.I sat back on my heels and ran an arm across my forehead, wiping away the sweat beads that formed during the deep cleaning of this entire area. It’d taken me over three hours but was finally finished.My eyes surveyed the room to make sure that I didn’t miss anything. This room was the one that I hated the most when it came to cleaning and maintaining because it took the longest time to clean. I thought that was precisely why it was always assigned to me. Actually, I took that back. I knew that was precisely why it was always assigned to me.Not noticing anything, I pushed myself up from the floor and winced at the stab of pain in my side. There was no doubt that a deep bruise would be there once I undressed. It was just one of many.Patti, one of my main tormentors, always took pride in her abuse towards me, as if it proved her loyalty to the Blood Lake pack just like all the rest of my tormentors did. That thought made me scoff.Resentment filled me as I restocked the clean

ROMAN.A cup of coffee obscured my vision. I grunted thanks and took a much-needed gulp of it.Brock chuckled and started the car. He knew that my morning functionality stayed about 10% until I got some caffeine in my system. That was what made him the best Beta that I could’ve asked for.It also helped that we grew up as best friends, so he knew me inside and out. Our camaraderie was important, but so was the fact that he had no qualms about calling me out even though I was the Alpha. There were times when I needed some sense knocked into me, and I knew that he had my back whenever that time came.We have another two hours until we get to the Blood Lake pack. How are we going to play this?” Brock asked me.He pulled the car back onto the highway with the other two cars following us. There were eight of us in all. Our Gamma, James, and Delta, Demetrius, were back in the pack with my parents. I didn’t have to worry about the pack because they were more than capable of running it in my

ROMAN.“Man, that was amusing. Hopefully, you’ll get more opportunities to put people in their places. Watching that is always like watching a sports match where the hits keep coming, but you’re always undefeated. Not to mention that I’m currently in the pool of odds for you making someone piss their pants. So please, bro, do me a solid and make it happen at least twice. I need to win back some of the money that I lost last time.”I rolled my eyes, not even questioning any of that. Brock had a bit of a gambling problem, but a lot of our pack did as well. It kept things interesting. As long as it didn’t get out of hand, then I didn’t care, even participating at times.“You’ve got a problem,” I told him with a shake of my head.My eyes scanned the environment. The houses and buildings looked aged. They weren’t falling apart or anything but could certainly use some TLC. There were some pack members out and about but not many. It was also easy to see what could be considered class divisio

ROMAN.I knew that I needed to focus on the meeting instead of the fact that my mate was somewhere in the pack. Easier said than done.Self-control was something that I had always prided myself on. It was something that Alphas needed to master but not all did.Good leaders were responsible for protecting their people by creating a safe and supportive environment while addressing conflicts in a way that promoted respect and unity for our fellow pack members. Therefore, self-control enabled us to manage our emotions and impulses, which allowed us to lead more effectively. It strengthened our decision-making, helped us to remain calm in the face of chaos, and enhanced our ability to focus on goals.Alphas also had to deal with situations and people that we’d really rather not. Therefore, self-control is essential. I couldn’t even estimate how many people had attempted to mess with my emotions in an effort to trip me up. It didn’t matter whether that was through anger, fear, or even happin

ROMAN.His claws decided to come out to play, anchoring into my forearm. I chuckled darkly at that weak attempt at fighting me off. If this was any indication of the pack’s fighting ability, then they were completely and utterly screwed.He would already be dead if I wanted it. As tempting as that thought was, he deserved to face the consequences of his actions.I slammed his head against the concrete wall, disorienting him.My instincts screamed at me to check on my mate, so I made an executive decision to keep him down while I waited for backup. My foot and his knee connected hard enough to snap his bones. The high-pitched wail brought me a bit of pleasure. He deserved so much worse, and he would certainly get what was coming to him.I dropped the trash where he was, who then curled into the fetal position. Wow. What a strong man he was. Don’t miss the sarcasm.Creed was snarling in my head as I took stock of the visible injuries. He used a belt to bind her hands to a pipe on the wal