All Chapters of The Alphas Prize Blood Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Wesly She doesn't know that I am standing in the shadows watching her. My 'mate' Lidnesy just entered the warriors' packhouse arm and arm with her sexual conquest for the evening. My wolf, Kota, is growling viciously in my chest. He wants me to stop her. I ingored him. She isn't worth the trouble, and I already have other plans for her anyway. I turn on my heel and head back inside my packhouse to my study. I sit down behind my desk and pour myself a shot. I downed it and poured another one. I have known for some time that Lidnesy is cheating on me. I haven't even marked her because I know I am not the only one mating her. However, on some level, Lidnesy is the perfect woman for me. She is safe. I know there will never come a time when she will expect more from me than I am willing to give. If you look up the definition of a loner, you will find a picture of me. I am no good to be in a relationship with. To me, emotions are just tools used by partners to minuplate and control

Annabella I am not taken into my Alpha's office as I suspected. Instead, I am led through the packhouse and up to his bedroom. Inside the room waiting for me is my Alpha, his Gamma, Jacob, 2 other warriors, and our pack doctor. I am starting to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. This can't be good. I am quickly taken to bed, where I am forced down and held there tightly by the 2 warriors. "What the hell are you doing?" I demanded of anyone who would answer me. I am completely ignored. James comes to stand over me. He unbuttoned my jeans and took them off of me roughly. Panic fills my chest. My lungs start to fight to get enough oxygen into them to breathe. Surely I am not about to me gang raped. I start to fight against the warriors who are holding me down. Which is pointless. "Be still!" Alpha George spits at me. To his doctor, he says. "Do it now!" Doctor Baskins walks over to the bed. His eyes are already apologizing to me for what our Alpha is making him do

Alpha Brett Alpha Wesly may still have his momma's titty milk on his breath, but he is one mean somebitch to deal with. My Beta, Thomas, and I are inside of our pack hospital. Doing a head count from our lastest encounter with Born Moon Rising. We've got 10 of our best warriors lying in hospital beds. 10 more are presently unaccounted for. He and his band of hardluck misfits really did bring it. It will now be weeks before we can go at them again. I have wanted the land his pack is now on for a while. I had made a decent offer to buy the property. Except the sneakey little fucker swooped in and stole it from under me. I made him the same offer as I had the bank, but he refused it. Now it's personal. "Maybe we ought to just cut our losses." Thomas says to me, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Just let it go before we lose any more of our warriors. We have plenty of land here." I could have smacked the words straight back into Thomas's mouth. Alpha Brett Sellers does not 'just

Annabella Gretchen knows me probably as well as I know myself. She has been watching me curiously all morning. She knows something went terribly wrong between me and Alpha George. I haven't seen her since I was drug away yesterday. When I was finally released, I ran as fast as I could to omegas' quarters and locked myself inside my bedroom. My eyes are still bloodshot and puffy from the hours I spent pacing the floor and crying. I haven't had a wink of sleep. My hands are visibly shaky, and my stomach is in knots. It isn't helping that word of my 'examination' has obviously spread through the pack. Every Warrior who I have served breakfast to was looking at me as if he wanted me on his plate instead of the eggs. Daisy has been growling protectly at them over me, but it hasn't seemed to fase them one bit. I have never been so heartsick and depressed in my entire life. I feel like my soul has been crushed. That's exactly how Alpha George had intended to make me feel. He thinks if

Wesly "Everything is secure, Alpha." My warrior on boarder patrol assured me. "Don't get complacent." I warn him sharply. "I will hold you personally responsible if we get impinged from your post." I turn and strode off toward the next patrol. Harold is a good warrior. He has never been lacking in his duties. I still don't go easy on him. The disciplinary in me won't allow it. I could easily be described as a control freak. I expect a lot from the warriors of my pack. I will not tolerate goldbricking. I do realize that sometimes I can be overbearing and obstinate. Well, not sometimes. I am always a hard ass. I thrive best when I know I have complete dominance over every aspect of my life. I suppose it is another one of my many flaws. I have come to terms with it, and so shall everyone around me. If they don't like my attitude, they can leave. I don't consider myself to be in need of anyone. On my way back at the pack, I linked to Jake and told him to meet me in my office. I