Malicious Power (Menage) {Revising}

Chapter 1 (Revamped)

Whitney Malicious

The rogues were locked up in the dungeon for interrogation at a later date; while, I was calling Alphas and Council Members all across the country to invite them to my Alpha "coronation" ceremony. My pack was heartbroken and mourning their previous Alpha and Luna; though, they were excited for a new Alpha. Still, I couldn't accept that my father and stepmother were dead; however, I knew they wouldn't want me sitting there moping. "Work through the pain, don't display your weaknesses else you'll be exploited," my father would say.

I hated that I would have to have this banquet for all of my potential enemies. My father left me a phone number to call when I would need any kind of extra help.

I was finished inviting everyone to my lands; so, I dialed the number, curious about whose it was. It rang three times before a solemn female voice answered.

"Nightlocke Clan, may I ask who's calling?" she asked.

"Alpha Malicious," I answered, hearing a gasp and frantic footfalls.

"Hold on one moment, please," I heard the female knock on a door, open it, announce that I was on the phone; then, I was given away to whoever was in the room.

"Hello, Alpha Malicious, this is Lord Leonidas of the Nightlocke Clan, what can I do for you?" A man's deep voice answered causing my inner dragon to roar into my head.

"M-mate," I stuttered; then, heard a possessive growl over the phone.

"I will meet you on your front porch in an hour, my mate," he said. "What is your full name, love?"

"Alpha Whitney Malicious... Well, soon-to-be Alpha, at least," I whimpered, my heart almost beating out of my chest.

"Oh... So you called for help with your coronation banquet," his voice lowered seductively. "I have experience in planning these events and can solve any foreseeable problem with extreme prejudice."

"Lord Leonidas, I would love any kind of assistance you could provide for such a situation," I purred, playing along with his game.

He groaned. "Fuck waiting an hour, I'll get there A.S.A.P." I heard him yell at someone; then, there was cheering. "I'll be there in ten minutes with my seconds-in-command," he said; then, hung up the phone.

Leaning back in my office chair, I moaned; then, gasped, realizing that my mate, a complete stranger, who wasn't a werewolf, somehow knew where I lived.

"Shit!"

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Five minutes later, I was standing, impatiently, on my front porch, leaning on a support pillar. Using my extremely enhanced senses, I sifted through my pack members' scents, looking for scents that were unfamiliar. Out of the six distinct scents, one stood out the most as it made my mouth water.

My mate smelled like a tree after it had been struck by lightning. If I could bottle and sell his scent, I would make millions. I just wanted to-

"Alpha, there are six strange scents headed straight for us. Should we intercept?" My leading Sentinel interrupted. A Sentinel's job was to patrol border in order to protect against rogues and intruders.

I sighed. "Do not intercept. Keep what you've just reported secret. Should you be asked about it; just say they are my guests."

"Yes, Alpha," he said, cutting off our mind-link. Within a pack, all the members are connected through a mental connection; which, allows us to speak to each other across long distances. When a were claims their mate, they also get a mind-link and the ability to know what your mate is thinking or feeling.

I could hear wings flapping in the distance; before, six figures dropped from the sky. They looked like human-sized bipedal dragons. The tallest one was at least seven feet tall and was the owner of that mouthwatering scent. He had two sets of red, white, and black feathered wings that were tucked behind his back. His arm, leg, and back scales were the color of blood and his chest was caramel. His muzzle was scarlet and he had sail-like horns framing his face. His vibrant pink irises glowed and his wings flared when he laid eyes on me.

He stalked toward me, his eyes pinned to my frame, as his black hind-claws clicked on the cobblestone path leading to my porch.

I smirked. "Take a picture it will last longer," I joked; before, pulling out my phone to take one. Before I could take a snapshot, my phone was snatched from my hand and I was pressed against the front door of my house.

"An iPhone? Good choice," he growled, causing me to start. "What's wrong?"

"How are you talking in that form?" I asked, jealously.

His head tilted to the side and what I assumed to be an eyebrow lifted. "Dragonlords don't shift, this is my only form," he informed me.

"Um... Then, how do we... uh... you know?" I was embarrassed.

He smirked, taking my hand, and spreading his legs. He pressed my hand against a large bulge at the base of his tail. "This is called an outer Rabupōchi. If you move away these scales," he ran my fingers over some loose scales above his Rabupōchi, "you will be able to see my inner Rabupōchi that protects my reproductive organ that is built just like a human's except for my scrotum which is inside my body," he sighed, letting go of my hand. "Now that I've given you 'Dragon Anatomy 101', it's time for the hands-on quiz."