Aaron - a werewolfs pride

Aaron chapter 13 legends

Mellow hit the table head first, while we all stood frozen in place, she remained on the floor. The room already stank of burnt leather and skin, her blood still flowed freely from her back, the smell was suffocating me.

I shot a quick glance around the pack members, disbelief in their faces but all of them kept their silence, especially Leon the kid, he had gone pale from this scene.

No one dared to affront an alpha like this. It was against everything we were taught and hammered into our very being. On the other hand thought, this pack was created by revolting against  their true alpha and making a run for it at the end.

My mother stalking over to Mellow body snapped me out of my trance and I positioned myself between the two females. This was enough, I had no intention of getting myself crippled bride on top of a useless one.

"What are you doing?" Mother asked, her voice grave with venom. I ignored her and searched out Leon from the pack stuffed inside the room, beckoning him with a finger.

"Get her to my room. The rest get out!" The order was clear and I dared the elder were-men to ignore my command but within seconds the room had cleared, most stepped outside to give us some privacy. The kid carefully lifted Mellow up in his arm and slowly made his way to my room, closely followed by Beatrice. I sighed in relieve, she would deal efficiently with her wounds.

I waited until mothers breathing had evened out, before I picked up the leady seat that had toppled down during the scuffle.

She plopped down, forgetting every etiquette rule she knew, padding away the sweat that had formed on her forehead and neck.

"You have some explanations to do." I started my voice even and quiet. I sat down on the floor a foot or two away from her. She took a deep breath, mulling over what to say.

"Mother! She called a vampire her uncle, she hugged a shifter that came from god knows where from this earth. What is going on with that child?"

"She is a sacred container." My mother answered her voice grave and eyes hard. Like that single word could explain everything.

"A what?" I questioned, wanting to hear more.

"Not one drop of her blood is human." she said. "Her father was shifter one of kind at that. Fernandez Delvan." She paused looking like as all blood left my face. Fernandez DeIvan, the ruthless leader of a nomadic tribe. He was her father? The man was infamous for being a brutal bastard, death and bloodshed followed wherever he went, until he vanished some years ago.

This was quite a surprise. I nodded once, prompting for more.

"Her mother was a nameless bastard, albeit she originated from the Sangue family- she herself was reminder of weak a demoness, that amused the head in the bedroom." she explained, speaking the bloodsuckers' family name with contempt.

"And this sacred container?" I asked, reminding her that I needed an explanation for that.

She bit her lip, clearly disliking that topic. "It's a legend." she leaned forward on her knees, speaking in a hushed voice. "A maiden of mixed blood, three to be precise, once completed with the remaining kind of blood, by turning her into that specific race. She would give birth to a wondrous child. One, said to be able to fight off armies on his own!" I took a deep breath, this sounded ridiculous.

"A child born with the blood and power of all races. Vampire, demons, shape shifter and weres, all combined." she said, while I concentrated on not interrupting her. I would have laughed at her, who believed such convenient nonsense?

"Born with the power of different races, a man like that would bring immeasurable strength and war power." Mother finished, a greedy glint in her eyes.

"All that's left is for your blood to complete her." Pausing for another second, my mother leaned back into her seat staring up at the ceiling. "It would make our family strong, there would be no pack or warrior to fear."

I just couldn't believe it. Blood was rushing to my head making me dizzy. How could one trust in such an obvious hoax? A bastard of mixed blood was bound to be a weakling, at times with no difference to humans. Like that girl herself, a pathetic creature. My firstborn child would be just that. I would  rather kill a runt like that on the spot.

"And you want me, out of all people, me! To marry and impregnate her?" I tried to keep myself under control. "If you want to breed a tiny monster, you could with someone else then your son!"

My mother grimaced at me. "If it is true, it would be advantageous for it to be of our blood." she explained curtly.

Getting on my feet. "You have lost your mind!" I talked down to her.

"It's for the best for all of us." she stood up, her alpha aura heavily trained on me, daring me to say any more.

This was madness, my own alpha was gripping at made up straws! If I had the strength to, I would have ripped her apart to take the seat, but alas, it was not yet possible for me.

Clenching my hands into fists, I stepped back, before taking on a new position by the fire place, when I remembered the bloodsucker.

"And the vampire?" I prompted hastily, changing the subject.

Mother looked a tad defiant and angry before taking her place back at the lady seat.

"He wanted her back. But I have permission from the clan head, his mother has given up that child to me."

Anger filled me and released the tension in my fists by punching the stone wall of the furnace. "She gave that girl to you, for what?"

She had dared to make a deal with a vampire of the Sangue family, without asking our opinion first!

Gandowolf sat rigid on the edge of her seat. "If we acquire that child of the legends, we would protect the Sangue family in times of need." she explained in a voice so low even I barely heard it.

"You want, your own family, to die fighting for the bloodsuckers!" My body was trembling with rage. Did she not realize, how disastrous this kind promise could prove to be for our family? I growled deep in my chest. Ripping her apart would be still be too kind, she betrayed us.

"It's the right decision!" she shot at me. "If the legends are true, her children will be able to destroy legions, were packs and whatnot. We need that kind of power!" she added pleading with her eyes for me to understand her. I shook my head closing my eyes, massaging my temples.

She was right that we were in need for power and if that girl could provide us with that, I would fuck her raw with no problem. But what idiot believed in such a convenient legend?

"If it is not true?" I finally asked, my voice strained, still hoping she had at least prepared for that outcome as well.

"The agreement with the vampires is not valid without the child. Should it all turn out to wasted effort, she can be discarded and you may rid yourself from her." she sighed. It seemed far too simple, but for now I would leave that be, I needed to get out. "Whatever the case, with a legal wife or not, you should start thinking about having offspring. The girls are more than ready for it." she said before I had the chance to exit.

Sighing, I left wordlessly, our small pack needed to grow, that was true. Nonetheless had I no desire to impregnate every girl around me, children meant a different kind of vulnerability; it was not one I was willing risk with lunatic as my alpha.

Not to mention that I had to take care of that girl in my room first.