Alpha Luke

Fifteen

Luke's Point Of View

The door to my office slammed open.

Richard rushing in had me sobering right up from my drunken daydreams, a bottle of Jack loosely hanging from my grip.

"She... We found her." his breathy voice had me crashing to my knees once more like I had 3 days before but this time I did not howl. Instead I found myself praying to the Moon Goddess and thanking her for her second chance.

"Where is she?" my voice slurred out all raspy and messy from all my yelling and screaming at my pack warriors.

"An unclaimed territory that borders her old pack on the Northwest." he informed me. It had been territory I had been battling to get for almost 3 years...

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go get my mate!"

"Alpha... She's with Rogue's. There are dozen's of them." Richard breathed.

*FLASHBACK*

"Sweet dreams!" a menacing voice whispered throught the haze left by my perfect mates scent.

The glint of dawning moonlight dancing on a silver syringe reeking of wolfsbane had me snapping out from under her spell. But it was too late.

"What the-" wolfsbane flowing throughout my body with the help of my heart pumping faster than a galloping horse had me writhing in agony as I dropped to the floor.

I have to get to her.

I attempted to crawl down the hallway from our front porch.

I have to keep her safe.

My hands bloody from clawing at the wooden floors as splinters pierced underneath my extended nails.

Fight you bastard! Fight! For her!

An attempt to lunge forward towards my bedroom cut short by small silver nails digging into my spine as a howl of agony was muzzled by a cloth filled with chloroform covering my mouth.

Don't. Breathe. It. In.

"Take a lovely wiff of fresh air Mr. Alpha." a voice giggled. I know that voice.

Before proper recognition could embrace me, darkness took its place instead.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"More hunting trophies for me to mount." I grinned, sobering at the thought."Ready our men, we leave at dawn." I ordered.

"Yes, Alpha." was all Richard said as he lightly bowed his head.

"And tomorrow night we shall bathe in the blood of those who dared to take what's mine." I said more to myself than anyone else.

Lexi's Point Of View

His hands upon my skin had me stifling my wolf's growls.

It's been 8 days since I got taken from my home.

From Luke.

And I was slowly losing hope...

But my plan to escape was already in action, it has been since I got 9 lashes with a whip laced in wolfsbane with small silver balls hanging off the leather strands - for attempting to rip Marcus' head off 2 days previous when he tried to persuade me that my mate was a demon who only lusted for my blood, who lusted for a "mere fucktoy" so he could mate with me.