The Alpha's Creed

2.A few years later...💫

Year:2006

Octavia arrived back home, well the only home she has ever known. She was now 19 years old and graduating with honors from high school. But instead of planning for college and leaving home, and going to parties like her peers, her life had violently been thrust into a world most wouldn't believe existed.

The world of wolves, werewolves to be exact. It was her mission to rid the world of that wretched species. She didn't discriminate, whether it be male or female, once it was a werewolf, it was as good as dead.

Her skills had gotten a lot better since her first kill and she was edging for a repeat performance. Their species will pay for what was done to her grandmother, and only their blood would pay tribute.

Octavia thought back to the male wolf she had just killed. She had tortured information from him, so she understood the basic hierarchy of their social system.

At the top, there is what is called an alpha. He was their leader, the hardest to kill. Beneath him, would be the Beta. He is also skilled and trained as the Alpha, but a little less strong.

Beneath him was the Gamma who is strong and skilled in warfare. Beneath them are the warriors, the healers, teens, pre-teens, children, and finally the omegas.

The omegas were the weakest link in a pack, and thus that was where she would start. She wasn't a fool. She started to pick off omegas; one by one, making their deaths look like an accident. A drowning here, a fall off a cliff they're so the pack (that she later found out to be named The Royal Pack, how original) she thought sarcastically.

But that didn't matter, all that mattered was that the blood would soil the ground. She lit a fire as it was now autumn and there was a chill in the air.

She found relaxation in being home. The images of her grandmother's death played like a symphony throughout the house.

"I miss you Grandma, but just know that your death wasn't in vain."

Octavia said as she sat down on the couch. The place was unchanged and even after a year, it still carried her scent. She missed her grandmother so much as she wrapped her grandmother's blanket around her to keep her warm.

It's been years, but it feels like it had just happened yesterday to her. And there was only one thing on her mind... vengeance.

                              *****

"Alpha Atlas, this is getting out of hand."

Beta Riggs said the moment he stepped into Atlas' room without knocking. Atlas was currently balls deep inside one of the females in his pack. 'Her name was Emily, no April, or was it May?'

But that was a moot point, and all that mattered was him finishing his load inside of her. Atlas ignored his Beta and continued hammering his way into her pussy.

He held on to her shoulder preventing her from moving an inch, as he continued to impale her on his shaft. She cried out his name...Atlas couldn't bother to stop to decipher if it was in pleasure or pain...

"More..."

He heard her moan as Arlas realized that he was doing his job properly. She still had the energy to speak...that just wouldn't do. He rammed his cock into her pussy and all she could do was brace herself for his onslaught.

Her fingers dug into his headboard as the space between the bedhead and the wall, banged against each other, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind, the kind of activities that were currently taking place in that room.

"Are you sure you can handle this cock?"

Atlas teased as he gathered her blonde hair in his hands and guided her to a kneeling position.