KLAYLEY SHORT STORIES.

ALPHA.

ATA3311 IDEA.

WARNINGS  RAPE, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME.

THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE RAPE.

CHAPTER ONE.

"Klaus Mikaelson," The Man at his side asked gruffly and Klaus looked at the Man, his eyes hard and cold at the intrusion.

"Who's asking mate," He sneered.

"Carey Poldark Alpha North East Atlantic Pack, your Fathers Pack, your wolf pack." Klaus looked the Man up and down his hard muscled brown skinned body the hard ruthless blue eyes and his total lack of fear standing before Klaus. Klaus inclined his head for Carey to sit down and Klaus poured him a glass of bourbon pushing it towards him. 

"Why are you here to see me Carey?" Klaus asked.

"We heard you want to make hybrids we want you to take command of the pack. I will step down as Alpha and you will become the North East Atlantic Alpha, we are a warlike pack we have old enemies we want to go to war against and we will take the Women and Children into our pack. Bring in mixed blood, we gain more territory we can claim as our own, we want to become the strongest pack in America and Canada. We have killed all Canadian Packs, we are strong but would become stronger." 

"Where do the North East Atlanics reside?" Klaus asked, his interest piqued.

"Mount Mckinley Alaska."

Klaus looked at the bloke thoughtfully he would have an army a pack and they wanted him, he was not doing anything else and he loathed Mystic Falls, "We will leave tonight," Klaus asserted agreeing and Carey nodded keeping an impassive face, Klaus appreciated the stoicism of the Man.

Arriving at the NEA wolf compound Carey showed Klaus around.