Alpha Trauma Chapter 12 Novels & Stories

I snarled at him, not lifting my eyes from Emma's pale face. Then he suddenly moved closer and physically pushed me away from Emma. Rage exploded through me, and I shot to my feet and grabbed him by the throat. "Wounds from an Alpha to a Beta won't heal on their own!" he gasped out, his words stopping me cold.

I put off the car’s engine and snagged the car door open, stepping out and letting them feel my full presence before I even took a single step toward them. Stupid rogues. I could smell their fear, thick and cloying, the scent of adrenaline and wet asphalt. The one with the knife raised it, his hand trembling slightly. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I said, my voice low, vibrating with authority, pushing the Alpha aura towards them. “Fuck. Let’s go, Dan,” the other muttered, shoving him back. They turned and fled, the echo of their hurried footsteps swallowed by the night.

The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes. The first clan have their eyes colored in red which simply means that they were the strongest among the group. The second clan have green eyes which means they are using their power to protect themselves. The third clan have yellow eyes simply made them intelligent and smart of the group. The fourth clan have black eyes and they've using their agility to reach for what they've wanted. These Alpha's can also looked human if they are at the dimension of human living - the Earth. But if they are in the underworlds they've looked and soecified like a warriors.

**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.** Dream Adea She was almost yelling now and my body felt weird, wrong. Something was happening, there was wind, and we were inside the eye of a small tornado as it spun around us. I wanted this to stop, I wanted all of it to stop. Please. Alpha roared as he came into me. He thrust into me as hot spurts of his semen filled me. My thighs hurt from his thrusting, my head felt heavy, and almost as if it never happened, the tornado was gone, and the witch stopped chanting.

It was up to me to claim my own power and navigate the treacherous path ahead. Suddenly, the Alpha rose from his seat, a wicked chuckle escaping his lips. He circled around me, his eyes filled with a perverse satisfaction as he reveled in my suffering. The sight of my weakened state seemed to amuse him, as though my pain were nothing more than a twisted spectacle for his entertainment. "You look good in this state, Theda," he whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. " I know your desire now. You want to escape this torment now. You want to feel the warmth again and heave a sigh of relief. But I will not let you die easily."

Chapter 11 Aria stood frozen in the glowing crystal chamber. Her body was unhurt, but her heart raced. She wasn’t in Kael’s territory anymore. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. Then she heard it. Footsteps. Slow, deliberate… dangerous. From the shadows, the Sealed Alpha appeared. He was taller than Kael, broader, with silver tattoos running down his arms. His eyes were molten silver, glowing like the moon. “You’re awake,” he said, voice deep and smooth.

Maybe he won't rape me. "Hey little guy, calm down! I'm not going to hurt you!" I hear him say, but I don't believe him. I can see him and I can smell him... He's an Alpha! And all Alpha's lie. Alphas are mean, they lie and they hurt you. Then after they've hurt you, they hurt you more. They rape, beat and torture you until there's nothing left. And even then, once there's nothing left of you. They somehow managed to take more. They somehow managed to hurt you even more.

Twenty minutes. An eternity. No time at all. The mark on my chest burned. Whispers slithered in the back of my skull. Not Rhea’s. Not mine. Hers. *You failed her once. You’ll fail again.* *You left her alone. You left the weak point exposed. This is what Alphas do. They break what they’re meant to protect.* My hands curled into fists. My claws broke skin. Warmth ran over my palms. I didn’t remember shifting them.

All of them moved like a single organism, with instructions given to each system. For a second, I felt… loved? Or protected maybe. Or maybe our very large, very territorial Alpha over there called for backup because he refuses to let his asset (me) wander off and die like an idiot. Avery was suddenly back-to-back with Henry, flirting while slashing the creature across the throat. I was so busy trying not to get in the way, I didn't notice when they shifted back to people. “Henry, honey, if I die today, tell people you were in love with me,” she said.

His cold aura sent shivers down my spine, and it became clear immediately that he was someone powerful. The Panther Shifters also flinched, their boldness crumbling in an instant. “Back off.” He said, sending a ripple of fear through the group. They hesitated for a moment, and then, one by one, they turned and fled. His presence was menacing; I would have guessed he was an Alpha, but Alphas wouldn’t visit such places like this, besides what would an Alpha be doing in WolfsBane. He had to be a Beta—nothing lower.