Ghost of the Alpha

Chapter 29-Pine

The words she makes me say, forces me to remember have the faint taste of battery acid as they fall off my tongue. There is a feeling inside my chest, tightening and twisting around my heart like the vines Brenna has keeping me restrained. I can only describe it is worry. Painful, knife sharp worry for what will happen if she continues her mad war path of delusional vengeance. But the threat of what will happen to her when we are found by my fellow Alphas and our soldiers, is by far worse.

She cannot act this way, be this way. For all that she has done, all the pain I have suffered from the actions of the Rebels, the Pride, and her, I still cannot find it in myself to hurt her more than I have to. She is mine. My mate. My darling mate carrying our beutiful pups. If I don't take action to make her think rationally, to understand that the only way for her to live, to stay with me, is to submit only to me, then my men will surely have her tried and executed.

"I've done what you've wanted," I sneer, straining to gain my footing, eying the female that should adore and love me with icy hate. "Now stop this. Stop this before the consequences of your illegal actions fall upon you."

Her eyes flash, the deep green growing lighter until it glows with the ferocity of a wounded tiger. Pale lips peel back, lending the full force of my gaze to fall upon a set of curved feline fangs longer than the length of my hand. "You don't tell me what to do anymore! No one here in this pathetic city of wolves will tell me what to do ever again!"

She stomps her foot, her hands yanking down, the vines around me following suit, bashing me to the floor. Enough for my face to bark with pain, my lip splitting, teeth cutting into the side of my cheek, letting coppery blood fill my mouth. Upon making contact with her sneakered foot, a line of deep cracks forms in the center of the floor. Circling and expanding out from beneath her shoe. I struggle to pull myself up, my skin chills at the sound of Brenna laughing that quickly turns into a sick and manic cackle.

"Oh, you are so smart now," she hisses, bringing up her hands, making the leafy restraints jerk me up to my feet. "Trying to get me to loose my cool? To loose control?"

Her shoes whisper across the concrete, hips swaying, eyes wide with a lingering madness beneath their angry green glow. Brenna stalks closer and closer, until she is before me, inches away from me. Close enough for me to smell her. To smell the absence of any unique scent beyond that of bitter floral greenery.

"Poor Varath, you now know what I am," she croons, smiling with venom, hooking a finger underneath my chin, forcing me to meet her in the eyes. "Of course you could never appreciate having a mate with dryad blood. You wolves never like anything that is out of place in your perfect world. Although it has such wonderful advantages, for me at least.You couldn't track me down before we officially met again. Couldn't sniff me out like a desperate little blood hound. You know, maybe I'll keep the little tiny parasites so snuggly growing inside me."

She laughs again, this time a deep chuckle akin to hollow bones clacking agasint one another. Forced yet not. As if even in her deranged state of amusement at my suffering, some part of her regrets. But such a thought, such hope I had for her goes out the window when she speaks yet again in her cold steely voice.

"That would be nice, me being a mother to two kids that are part human, werewolf, were-tiger, and a just a pinch of dryad," her voice takes on a cheerful tone, so at odds with her blood covered face and glass and black clothing. "Oh, and better yet, teach those same children to hate everything about you, your kind, your ridiculous sham of a government, and to tear it down piece by piece."

Abruptly her hands grab hold of either side of my face. The manic light in her eyes fading, slowly turning hungry. A hungry wanting gaze that feels me with a sense of sick oily dread. Only once before had a seen a female with eyes like that. An older female in my uncle's pack that gazed at him from across the room with such blatant want, Uncle had her taken sent to an education camp for such behavior unfit for a female to ever do.