The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 9

Luca’s Perspective

The rogue problem is getting worse day by day. I can feel it. The tension is thick in the air, and every time I hear about another attack or a pack member disappearing, it makes my blood boil. That’s why I called for a meeting with all the alphas. As the Alpha of all alphas, it's my job to ensure not just my pack's safety but the safety of everyone under my command. It's a heavy responsibility and one that I can't take lightly. This role isn’t just about strength or dominance; it’s about making tough decisions, managing crises, and ensuring that everyone is protected.

I stand in front of the gathered alphas, their eyes locked on me, waiting for my words. "Alphas, we need to increase security at our pack borders," I begin, my voice carrying the weight of my authority. "We can’t let any rogue near our territories. If there are any rogues near your borders, inform me or my beta immediately. We can't afford to waste any time." I see their resolve, the fire in their eyes as they nod in agreement. They’re ready to follow my orders. That’s what I like about them. They know their place, and they understand the stakes. In the middle of the meeting, my beta, Eric, mind-links me. The moment I hear his voice in my head, everything else fades. "Alpha, we have her."

Those words hit me like a lightning bolt. We have her. A surge of excitement runs through me, and I can feel Zydus, my wolf, stirring inside. He’s practically howling, eager to claim what’s rightfully ours. Our mate is at home. Let’s go, Luca. What are you waiting for? Suppressing a grin, I address the alphas, my tone still steady but with an edge of urgency. “That’s it for today, Alphas. I have an urgent matter to attend to. If any issues arise, reach out to me or my beta.”
They all stand, bowing their heads in respect as I quickly leave the room. I don’t waste another second heading straight for the car. The excitement pulses through my veins. I can’t believe it. my mate, the one I’ve been waiting for, is finally here. She’s at my home, unconscious, but she’s here. I’m almost vibrating with anticipation. I’ve waited so long for this. I get into the car, and my impatience is almost unbearable.

“Drive faster,” I bark at the driver, my voice sharp with frustration. I can’t wait to see her. I need to hold her, to finally claim her as mine. The drive feels endless, like time has slowed down just to torture me. I’m on edge, my thoughts racing with everything that’s about to happen. I want to touch her, to feel her in my arms, to make her mine in every way possible. Finally, the car pulls up to my house, and I waste no time. I step out, my heart pounding in my chest. Every step toward the door feels like it takes forever. When I finally enter, I head straight for my room. And there she is. My mate. She’s lying unconscious on my bed, her black dress hugging her body, showing off her curves in a way that makes my blood boil with possessiveness.

She’s even more beautiful than I remembered. Her hair falls around her face in soft waves, her chest rising and falling with each steady breath. I feel a sharp pang in my chest, the need to protect her washing over me. But there’s something else, too. The thought of anyone else looking at her like this… it makes my wolf growl in frustration and anger. She’s mine. The possessive instinct is strong, and I can feel it roaring inside me. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I can’t rush this. Not yet. I stand there for a moment, just admiring her, the sight of her so perfect that it almost hurts. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and now that she’s here, I can’t waste a single second. After a long moment of taking her in, I finally turned away. I need to be presentable for her. I need to make sure I’m exactly how she deserves me to be. I head to the bathroom for a quick shower. The water feels cool against my heated skin, but it does little to calm my nerves. I can’t stop thinking about her. Isabelle.

She’s finally here, and I won’t let anything or anyone take her from me. The moment I step out of the shower, I quickly dry off and change into something more comfortable. But all I can think about is getting back to her, claiming her, making sure she knows who she belongs to. The time has come. I’m ready.