Alpha Mine (vengeful love)

Alpha mine-chapter 3

Chapter 3

Alexander Mary Sage Pierce III. If only he had the good sense of acting as civilised as his name sounded he wouldn’t be running around trying to catch a seven year old who had made it her mission to give him grey hair and a very bad ulcer.

He turned from the front door, sprinted on limber feet to the backyard and rushed in through the backdoor to haul a squealing and giggling Sherry into his arms.

“Gotcha! Thought you were faster than that squirt. ”

He brought the girl closer and nipped her fingers lightly pretending to be a scary wolf. Sherry was a rescue case from the moonwalker den. The moonwalker den had been under the oppressive thumb of an Alpha who had been struck with the Feral Fever. Sherry’s father had happened to be a victim of the Alpha’s burst of illness induced violence. Her mother had died earlier due to a rogue attack rendering Sherry an orphan at a very young age.

His own pack, The Dark moon pack had taken it upon themselves to put the Moon walker Alpha and his people out of their misery. Ever since then the Moon walker pack had been taken under their fold.

Alex had been there when the Alpha of the other clan had been brutally ended by his current Alpha, Magnus. Magnus was in no way a tyrant. It was just that in his world the currency was violence. The beasts inside each one of them allowed for nothing else. His world was bloody and cruel and to a certain extent it was for the best.

There were legends that once peace and serenity had prevailed among the wolves but it was just that…a legend. They say that The Feral Fever had come along and changed everything. A fever said to be a Lycanthrope’s worst nightmare. A disease that made a Lycan forget themselves. Forget their morals, their values, their family and even their sense of right and wrong which was ingrained into them to such a deep level that losing it was like losing a very part of them.

Granted blood was their language but when it came to rogues blood had to be spilled. Alex came from a long line of Draghirs, Lycanthropes blessed with more acute and special senses to ferret out rogues. His father was an excellent Dhragir and so was his father’s brother. The Dhragir senses passed on through blood relations but at a time only one of the siblings had the dominant genes. But in the recent few years every Dhragir regardless of their gene strength had been called forth to the front line. Testimony to the increasing number of Lycans falling prey to Feral Fever. The disease was like a loose sword hanging on every Lycan’s head. Lethal and extremely dangerous.

Alex’s training as a Draghir had begun at the tender age of three. They couldn’t afford the luxury of lagging behind in training the newest Dhragir to join a pack and so his childhood had blurred away in a melee of clashing swords, gun toting and gruelling hunts. But he didn’t regret any of it. He would do whatever it took for him to contribute to the struggle of survival they all were facing.

His mother, Sage tried her best to the rogue wolves unfortunate orphans as much love and shelter she could give while his father, Marcus gave his everything to keep his family and pack safe. But nothing could ensure safety from the Feral Fever.

Alex shook his head hard in a bid to throw off his morbid thoughts, fearing his turmoil and sadness would be infectious to the child perched on his arm.

“I’ll bite you again if you do that and Aunt Sage told me not bite!” Sherry pouted unaware of the nature of his thoughts. For the best. There was no need for a seven year old to be inflicted with the effects of the burden he was carrying. Being the only son to the Dhragir of the second largest pack in America was a very difficult job.

He caught his mother’s scent before her voice reached his ears. With it came a new scent, a softer but intense tendril of cold mountains and fresh Lilies. The fine tendril spread through his lungs and made him itch to take a deeper whiff to draw the smell deeper. Its freshness reminded him of his free runs in the forests and mountain trails.