The Girl Who Changed The Alpha's Life (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION)

The Girl Who Changed The Alpha's Life Chapter 22

(Zeke's POV):

'Alpha Garret knows about Avery now,' says Trisha, the wolf I sent moments ago to tell Garret about our situation. My pack and Garrets get along well, and in fact we have a gathering to meet once a year and celebrate our companionship.

My paws pound against the warm soft earth, and I see the groups of wolves in my peripheral vision. I can sense we are out of Blue Moon territory now, our territory. But we're not in Blood Red territory yet, so we could be in Dylan's territory, Full Moon. This means we'll have to watch out for any wolves he has on guard. They could attack us without truely wanting to, due to Dylan's power to force them to do what he wants them to do.

As if the Dylan's pack can read my mind, a brown wolf stands next to an oak tree with its teeth bared. I let out a low growl in response. 'I've got this one,' I say in the pack link. Mac nods, and I lunge out to the wolf. He doesn't stand a chance against me. My mouth goes straight to his neck, and I pierce the soft skin with my teeth. He lets out a low yelp, and I end his misery by ripping out his lungs. His stomach moves for about two more seconds, then he is still and lifeless. His dead body shifts into human form, and blood leaks out from his neck.

My job is done with him.

My group continues to run now, and I feel that we've entered Blood Red territory. Now, to find that mansion.

I see the wolves in groups sniffing the air, but it's no use. They must have some chemical to get rid of her scent so we can't find her.

Damn it.

(Avery's POV):

I wake with the same symptoms as before. The blurred vision, the pounding headache, and no ability to feel or hear. But I can smell a distinct scent of something that sends me hope. Hope I may escape, hope that my pups can live.

Zeke.

I can smell his scent everywhere.

The car comes to an abrupt stop in front of a brown mansion, and I feel the rest of my senses come back to me. And from what I can see, the whole house looks antique, from the old rocking chair outside, to the door which has small intricate patterned carved in the old wood.

The house looks isolated, right here in the middle of the woods, where nobody could find it. Great. Just great.

My sense of feeling comes back slightly later, and I wish it wouldn't have come back at all now. I have silver chains on my wrist, my ankles, and on my thighs. Even the slightest movement, and the chains will cause severe burns on my skin. Gashes are already in the spots of which the chains are, so I must have touched them while knocked out. And these burns hurt like fuck.

It's so painful that I that a short shriek escapes my mouth. Dylan turns around from the seat again, just like before. "You should never do what you did to your master," He says. "You will be punished again in the house." I send him a menacing growl and a hard glare. Unphased, he snaps off his seat belt and gets out of the car. Veronica follows him and she has the dart gun, once again.

"You will behave or else those chains will burn right throughout you," Dylan says. "We could also just shoot you with the dart gun again," says Veronica as she glances down to the gun.

I nod. I must keep my pups alive, and I don't know how the darts are taking affect on them. Also, if the chain burns through my skin, I may die of blood loss. If I'm dead, so are my pups, and Zeke will be near to it.

Losing a mate is like losing your will to live.

Dylan puts on a pair of leather gloves and takes a copper key out of his pocket.

After unlocking the locks to the chains on me carefully, he takes them off. He takes a tight grip on my wrist and leads me to the house, with Veronica tailing behind.

A butler stands at the door, wearing a tuxedo. He opens the door and ushers us in.

Dylan is fucked up. He probably spent a lot of money on this all, thinking I would willingly come to his arms because of it.

Hell no.

I'm yanked up to the stair case, and Dylan pulls me along. I trip over the stairs as Dylan continues to pull me along roughly.

Once we come across a hallway, Dylan pulls me down and opens the first door to the left. He pushes me in, and throws my body on the king sized bed.

He approaches the bed with long strides, and whispers in my ear, "Ready for your punishment?"

A shiver goes through my spine just by the way he said it. So deadly. It was like his fail way at being seductive.

Now that Dylan is trying to get me to have sex with him it makes me wonder what happened to Maggie, his mate.

Maggie was loved by our pack. She was sweet and kind, and had a way to calm Dylan down. But somehow, Dylan got bored of her. He got bored of his own mate. It's next to impossible.

Dylan started to flirt with teenage girls, and make sexual comments around them. He had a certain interest in me, but when his sexual obsession with young girls like myself came up, his interest in me became a little frightening.

At first I thought he was just messing around, but soon he started asking for me and other girls to sleep with him. After we all denied his offers, he started using his alpha power and force us to please him.

He was the one to take away my virginity.

My wolf had no clue of what to think of the situation, but I was in shock. I had never heard of a wolf using his alpha powers to make other unmated wolves have sex with them.

It's absurd.

Dylan's obsession went even further, to asking me to be his girlfriend. My parents were shocked, seeing as he has his mate. He then threatened to kill us all if I didn't have sex with him on a daily basis.

My parents were terrified at this point, and we ran away and joined Blood Red pack. Blood Red is next to Blue Moon, Zeke's pack, which I then joined after Zeke claimed me.

My thoughts go back to the present, and Dylan is staring at me hungrily. "I've missed you so much," Dylan says, staring more at my body than my face. I scowl at him.

My previous question comes back to my mind at the moment. "What happened to Maggie?" I ask.

"I rejected her for you," He says as he trails his nose down my neck.

"You sick bastard," I say in disgust.

"Your punishment just got a lot worse," He says with a snarl.

Great. Just great.

(Zeke's POV):

I scan the woods for any sign of Avery or the mansion.

Not a trace.

My paws continue to pound on the forest floor, making a crunching sound every step, due to the fall leaves. A cool breeze drifts through and blows through my fur.

Suddenly, I am stopped. I am given hope in this moment. Actually, a scent. To be more precise, Avery's scent.

But with her sweet scent, I catch something else. Dylan's scent. And he is aroused.

He's just putting fuel in the fire.

I run even faster if possible, to the scent. I can tell my pack can smell it also, seeing as they veer to the left, where the scent is coming from.

If he lays on of his grubby fingers on my mate, he'll see what's coming for him.

Death.

Death is headed Dylan's way. A slow, painful, death.