The Alpha's Gamble - Chapter 20: Chapter 20
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“What’s your name?” I asked calmly, digging my fingers deeper and warming them in the cushion of his flesh. A crunching sound set me on edge as he gritted his teeth, and it was amicable how he tried to keep his composure despite the forceful double breaths lifting his chest.
“Carson,” he seethed. Choked. Whatever the sound was, at least he told me his name.
“Carson, why did you leave that message for me?”
“I thought it’d be fun. She burned our fucking pack house.” He growled.
“Do you still think it’s fun?” he growled in response, holding his breaths in his lungs longer with each inch I sunk into him, and by now, my knuckles pressed against his waist.
“You’ll want to answer me,” I said with my hand still firm on his neck.
“Fuck you.” He grabbed my shoulders, dug his heels into the ground, and pushed me back, quickly grabbing the wound on his waist and covering it to stop the bleeding until it healed. Carson’s eyes glowed when his wolf stepped forward, and he lunged toward me.
I dodged his fist, bending my knees and pulling to the side before pushing through the air and connecting my knuckles with his chin.
The others moved in, but Driton raised his hand to hold them off.
I walked closer to Carson who was preparing for attack, but I slammed my hand on his shoulder and circled my fingers until I felt his bones cracking under my grip and I landed three more hits on his jaw, one on his throat, and finally knocked the fucker out. A cloud rose around him as he landed like a rock on the ash-covered ground, and I ignored the growls rippling around me as I stepped over him.
I turned him on his stomach and ripped his shirt open before extracting my claws and drawing a message of my own on his hairy back. My claw penetrated his skin, and the blood formed in small puddles along each letter.
‘Next time you touch her, you’re dead’
It was an odd font, but it was the best I could do- all the while deterring my craving for ripping his skin clean off his back and using it as a towel to clean my toilet.
When I got up and faced the Alpha, Carson was awake and stirring from pain as he rose.
The Alpha’s face was beet red, his fingers coiled into fists by his sides, and an exuding rage circled everyone present.
They stood back on his orders; they could’ve killed us easily, but they didn’t- because they needed us. Our pack was a big financial contributor to the Timber Pack, we acquired their services monthly for training our warriors and annually whenever there was an issue that needed a violent resolution. Not that we couldn’t handle it on our own, but the extra muscle didn’t hurt.
He couldn’t afford to lose us.
Driton was on the shorter side but built like a boulder, like a goblin with anger issues. His nostrils flared, and bubbles of saliva formed in the corner of his mouth.
“You’ll never be the leader that your father is. It makes me sick, the thought of having to do business with a privileged brat who acts on emotion.”
I had half a mind to kick his ass too but even if nobody believed me- I did know where the line went and sometimes, I chose to cross it but not now. Unfortunately, our pack benefited from this allegiance as much as they did.
Logan put his hand on my shoulder, indicating we should go.
“I’ll see you again, Driton. Hopefully, under better circumstances.”
I turned around to leave with my brother, wary so I didn’t miss an ambush as we left their pack, and I heard Driton mutter under his breath:
“Don’t bet on it.”
Logan caught the comment and looked at me. There was a blatantly obvious warning there, but right now, I just had to make sure that we made it out of there without any surprises. We made it through their half-assed town; it looked like the countryside but for werewolves, with training facilities around every corner and crimson stains on the rocks that nobody bothered to wash away. My heels etched into the grass across the borderline, and my shoulders slumped. There she was, her black coat shining like a polished beauty under the sun.
I dragged my hand across the hood and got in the car.
She was fucking gorgeous, and it made my heart contract and a lump form in my throat to see the marks in her specially ordered Italian leather around the wheel.
“Are you going to tell me what the fuck that was about?” Logan asked when I looked at the pack in the rearview mirror, putting it far behind us as the thick cloud-covered sky led us home. For some fucked up reason that I couldn’t explain, I felt like I needed to see her. It stirred in my body, the feeling consumed me, and it was a pain in the ass, but I knew it wouldn’t calm down until she stood in front of me. The engine roared when I pressed the gas into the floor, drowning out my thoughts, and I brushed past the cars on the road with just enough space to avoid any scrapes and scratches.
Logan’s head went back and forth, and a grin bubbled under my skin from his angsty behavior. Logan hated not knowing things; it didn’t matter what it was or who it concerned; he had to know every last detail, and he once told me that his wolf was the same way. Apparently, they’re both just as damaged.
A cloudy patch formed on the window from my brother’s breaths, the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest sped up, and I counted back in my head.
3, 2, 1…
“Carson,” he seethed. Choked. Whatever the sound was, at least he told me his name.
“Carson, why did you leave that message for me?”
“I thought it’d be fun. She burned our fucking pack house.” He growled.
“Do you still think it’s fun?” he growled in response, holding his breaths in his lungs longer with each inch I sunk into him, and by now, my knuckles pressed against his waist.
“You’ll want to answer me,” I said with my hand still firm on his neck.
“Fuck you.” He grabbed my shoulders, dug his heels into the ground, and pushed me back, quickly grabbing the wound on his waist and covering it to stop the bleeding until it healed. Carson’s eyes glowed when his wolf stepped forward, and he lunged toward me.
I dodged his fist, bending my knees and pulling to the side before pushing through the air and connecting my knuckles with his chin.
The others moved in, but Driton raised his hand to hold them off.
I walked closer to Carson who was preparing for attack, but I slammed my hand on his shoulder and circled my fingers until I felt his bones cracking under my grip and I landed three more hits on his jaw, one on his throat, and finally knocked the fucker out. A cloud rose around him as he landed like a rock on the ash-covered ground, and I ignored the growls rippling around me as I stepped over him.
I turned him on his stomach and ripped his shirt open before extracting my claws and drawing a message of my own on his hairy back. My claw penetrated his skin, and the blood formed in small puddles along each letter.
‘Next time you touch her, you’re dead’
It was an odd font, but it was the best I could do- all the while deterring my craving for ripping his skin clean off his back and using it as a towel to clean my toilet.
When I got up and faced the Alpha, Carson was awake and stirring from pain as he rose.
The Alpha’s face was beet red, his fingers coiled into fists by his sides, and an exuding rage circled everyone present.
They stood back on his orders; they could’ve killed us easily, but they didn’t- because they needed us. Our pack was a big financial contributor to the Timber Pack, we acquired their services monthly for training our warriors and annually whenever there was an issue that needed a violent resolution. Not that we couldn’t handle it on our own, but the extra muscle didn’t hurt.
He couldn’t afford to lose us.
Driton was on the shorter side but built like a boulder, like a goblin with anger issues. His nostrils flared, and bubbles of saliva formed in the corner of his mouth.
“You’ll never be the leader that your father is. It makes me sick, the thought of having to do business with a privileged brat who acts on emotion.”
I had half a mind to kick his ass too but even if nobody believed me- I did know where the line went and sometimes, I chose to cross it but not now. Unfortunately, our pack benefited from this allegiance as much as they did.
Logan put his hand on my shoulder, indicating we should go.
“I’ll see you again, Driton. Hopefully, under better circumstances.”
I turned around to leave with my brother, wary so I didn’t miss an ambush as we left their pack, and I heard Driton mutter under his breath:
“Don’t bet on it.”
Logan caught the comment and looked at me. There was a blatantly obvious warning there, but right now, I just had to make sure that we made it out of there without any surprises. We made it through their half-assed town; it looked like the countryside but for werewolves, with training facilities around every corner and crimson stains on the rocks that nobody bothered to wash away. My heels etched into the grass across the borderline, and my shoulders slumped. There she was, her black coat shining like a polished beauty under the sun.
I dragged my hand across the hood and got in the car.
She was fucking gorgeous, and it made my heart contract and a lump form in my throat to see the marks in her specially ordered Italian leather around the wheel.
“Are you going to tell me what the fuck that was about?” Logan asked when I looked at the pack in the rearview mirror, putting it far behind us as the thick cloud-covered sky led us home. For some fucked up reason that I couldn’t explain, I felt like I needed to see her. It stirred in my body, the feeling consumed me, and it was a pain in the ass, but I knew it wouldn’t calm down until she stood in front of me. The engine roared when I pressed the gas into the floor, drowning out my thoughts, and I brushed past the cars on the road with just enough space to avoid any scrapes and scratches.
Logan’s head went back and forth, and a grin bubbled under my skin from his angsty behavior. Logan hated not knowing things; it didn’t matter what it was or who it concerned; he had to know every last detail, and he once told me that his wolf was the same way. Apparently, they’re both just as damaged.
A cloudy patch formed on the window from my brother’s breaths, the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest sped up, and I counted back in my head.
3, 2, 1…
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