Wolf Ring Alpha (Wolves of Canada)(Hiatus)

She's The Alpha?

Ahahaha.... I'm eating schnitzel right now, so excuse me if there's mistakes in this chappie. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to eat schnitzel and rice and corn with chopsticks. Or how long it takes to eat ANYTHING with chopsticks when you're part German, let alone schnitzel. :p

Oh, yeah. And there's gonna be a POV switch in this chapta (even though I hate the bloody things) so I'm really sorry if you hate POV switches like I do, but I didn't really have much choice...

And I suck at male POVs. Probably 'cause I'm a girl, but anywho. So i can't really help if it sucks, and, trust me, this will probably be the longest (and only) male POV in this whole bloody book. Kay? Kay.

Oh, and the URL for Gab's pic is:

http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=52245379

~Rawiya

Blitz pulled back slightly in startled surprise, and I found myself wanting to grab him and kiss him again. Lupus, what was wrong with me? I turned my head-Blitz's hands had wrapped around my waist and I couldn't move an inch-only to see Tyrone, transformed and furious. I wriggled out of Blitz's arms (reluctantly) and ran towards him.

Blitz's arms wrapped around me before I could reach him. "Mine," his breath tickled my ear. Tyrone stiffened, baring his human teeth and balling his fists.

"Don't touch her, Blitz." Blitz's blue eyes glared at him.

"Do I know you?" Tyrone's abdominal muscles rippled as he twitched in irritation.

"Tyrone, son of Anthony," he hisses. "I was the son of your father's Beta. I disappeared two years ago." I feel a low growl begin to rumble in Blitz's chest and it reverberated down my spine. I shivered, and tried to push his arms off of me.

"So now you are the Alpha of the Mist Rock Pack?" He sounded incredulous. "You? A Beta's second son?" He chuckled. "Never thought you'd be able to elevate your status that much." Again, my spine tingled. He wrapped his arms tighter around my body, and I wanted to sink my teeth into his neck and Mark him as mine.

 Lupus, I had to stop this. Tyrone bared his white teeth in a snarl that frightened me. Why was he doing this? I could-probably-handle myself. It wasn't like I couldn't get out of Blitz's arms if I had wanted to. But, then again, I didn't want to. And that made me weak. I couldn't properly refuse him.

I couldn't refuse him at all.

But I tried anyways. I shoved his arms as hard as my muscles would let me, and managed to duck out of his loosened grip. "He's not the Alpha," I state, walking to Tyrone's side before I turn around. His arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me close to his side. I felt a yawning chasm inside. Tyrone was warm, but I longed for the warmth of Blitz's skin, his soft lips, and strong arms around me.

Bloody hell, I wanted to drop everything-my beloved Pack, my only friend and Beta, and everything else I had ever known to stay with him. To hold him tight and kiss that wonderful mouth of his. But I didn't deserve to. Not with all the wolves whose lives I had taken away from them. Maybe they would have survived long enough to get out. Maybe. Maybe. You never knew if I had taken their only chance at freedom from them by ending their lives. By leaving them.

And the pups that I had taken a parent from. Their little faces haunted my mind. I buried my face in Tyrone's side, and he hugged me closer. Blitz growls, and I want to tear away from Tyrone, run to him and comfort him until he knew nothing but my scent, my warmth. I wanted to wipe away any traces of other females from his mind.

I wanted him to be mine.

"I'm not the Alpha," Tyrone snaps. "She is." Blitz went rigid. I could practically feel the tension in his body, everything he possessed telling him to kill me, because I was a threat. To his Pack. To his family. To everything he ever knew.