Being Saved By The Alpha

Chapter Two

(Ashton's POV)

I watch my pack around the weekly bonfire we have with blank eyes. When I see a bunch of bullies cornering a little nerdy kid, I narrow my eyes.

A loud snarl erupts from my chest. "What do you think you're doing?" I snarl, standing and drawing myself to my full height, which I have to admit is quite a lot.

The entire bonfire goes quiet. The only noise audible is the crackling of the fire and the slight rustling of the trees.

It's late at night, dark too.

The three bullies cower under my hateful glare.

"N-nothing, alpha." One stutters.

I growl. "No lying." My voice comes out angry as my eyes darken slightly. "Leave the kid alone unless you want to get bullied yourselves." I snarl.

"Yes sir." Another mumbles, before all three of them scurry off. The kid they were going to beat up moves off to his little friends while I lean up against a tree, watching again. The bonfire is held in a large clearing to accommodate my large pack.

I inherited my pack when my father was killed by those damn pesky rogues. I hate rogues, everyone does.

"Hey, Ash." One of the pack girls, Hannah, purrs, latching herself onto my arm. It is obvious she wants to be with the Alpha.

I shake her off violently with a growl. "Get off." I growl.

I'm not interested in girls, especially not from sluts and boyfriend stealers. I couldn't care less about not having a mate, and I don't really want one. They would just tie me down and give me a weakness. I honestly don't want a mate.

I would probably reject her anyway.

That is my opinion on mates.

But you never know, I might end up liking her.

A piercing howl breaks through the calm fun of the night. It makes something inside of me stir with worry and anger.

"Alpha?" My beta, Joshua, asks me, stepping forward.

"You and two fighters follow me. Now." I exaggerate, glaring at him to enforce my seriousness. "Everyone else back to the pack house." I growl louder.

As another pained howl strikes my eardrums, panic starts to bubble in my chest. Whoever it is that is getting attacked they must be in serious pain.

Running off into the forest, I strip out of my clothes and shift into my enormous black wolf. Since I have alpha blood in me, my wolf is a little bigger and stronger than others. I scoop my clothes up in my mouth, before taking off towards the sound of the howls.

I push my paws faster than ever before, streaking towards the howls of pain.

I reach a meadow with long grass and clovers, and instantly the smell of rogues hits me. It reeks like dirty fur and blood.

I growl viscously.

Joshua and two other fighters appear behind me, growling equally as viscously as I am. Together we move towards the growls and snarls.

Then another scent hits me.

A... softer one. A scent that makes my knees threaten to collapse out from under me. It smells like soft soap and jasmine. It smells divine.

'Mate...' My inner wolf whispers protectively, perking up excitedly.

What?!

An instinct to protect whoever it is that belongs to this scent swells over me, blocking out all other rational thoughts as my wolf fights for control of my body. He wants to see his mate, and he wants to see his mate now.

With an angry roar I rear forwards, charging through the forest, growling.

I burst into a clearing to see three wolves, one grey two brown, circling around a red wolf. Underneath the red one is a tiny, tiny light blonde wolf with a white tipped ear.

'Protect mate!' My wolf roars.

I howl in answer.

Leaping at the red wolf, I wrap my jaws around his throat and shake him off the tiny wolf. Who knew wolves got that small?

Clamping my teeth around the rogues neck, I growl and shake my head, rearing up to throw him into a tree. He yelps in pain, staggering to his feet again.

But before he can shake away his dizziness, I jump at him and tear his throat out without a second thought. My wolf is half in control of my body, instincts to take his mate somewhere safe and away from harm.

Joshua and the other two fighters fend off two of the remaining three werewolves. They are much stronger than I thought they were.

When I turn back around, I see the grey wolf trying to drag my mate away while she struggles in his jaws weakly. She yelps in pain as his teeth dig into her skin.

That makes me snap.

With a furious growl I jump at him, wrenching my mate back with my front paws. The grey wolf jumps at me while I jump at him. With a snarl I duck under him and jump at his stomach, tackling him to the floor. I don't hesitate to rip his throat out, careful not to swallow any of his rancid blood.

I jump back away from his now limp body, breathing heavily.

I watch Joshua and the other fighters taking down the other two rogues, debating whether or not to help them speed up the process.

When I hear a tiny, tiny whimper and feel something small and soft crawl under my body quite easily, cowering between my front legs, my decision is made.

I crouch closer to the ground, forming a protective barrier over my small mate. Why is she so small? She seems smaller than a normal wolf, let alone a werewolf.

When Joshua and the two fighters finish off the two remaining rogues, I start to relax.

But it is short lived. What were rogues doing on my land? I haven't been bothered by rogues since my father and oldest sister were killed. So what are they doing back? And what is my tiny mate doing out in the forest alone? Is she a rogue werewolf? I casually sniff the fur on top of her head without her noticing. She doesn't smell like a rogue. But then why is she being attacked by rogues?

Joshua and the two fighters cautiously step closer. I see they have no wounds.

When Joshua comes closer again, my mate whimpers frightfully and wiggles out from under me. Quicker than I thought she could move, she bolts away from us.

A tiny whimper of dislike comes from me, followed by a protective growl to guard my mate.

I get up and run after her, determined not to let her get away.

I am so not giving my mate up that easily.