Alpha Omega

Luna Princess

**********Dominic P.O.V**********

There are no words that could possibly explain the maelstrom of emotions that almost knocked me over the minute I laid eyes on my mate. She was beautiful, with brown eyes and dark chocolate hair. At first, I barely even registered exactly why she was here, being escorted by two guards down the aisle and lead by a third.  I was more wolf than man, pure instinct replacing coherent thought. A beast in a man's body. For a brief moment, she looked like such a fragile, defeated little thing with her head bowed and being dragged by the two larger guards. The wolf in me fought to get out, to go to her and protect her, but the man in me wondered how a defeated, pathetic creature like that could be the fated mate and queen Luna to not one, but two Alpha Princes. 

But then, as the waves of domination and power began to seep out of those assembled before us, instead of completely breaking down like I expected, my little mate rose to the challenge. My chest nearly exploded in pride when she looked directly at my father and strode forward, looking like a fierce little warrior Queen leading the charge, even if it was to her own doom. She stumbled a little and slowed the closer she got to the dias, muscle above her eyebrow ticking like crazy, but those were the only indications that she struggled at all.

My little Princess never once looked away from the King, not when she reached the dais steps, not to look at me or my brother. My heart hurt at that, but the hurt was washed away in jealousy that another male had all of my mate's attention and was keeping her from seeing me, father or not. I winced slightly as my father unleashed all of his power on her, and the echo of her knees hitting the hard marble brought snarls from my wolf. 

Through my link with my brother, I could feel his own blinding rage as he took a step toward her. I guess since I have spent my whole life getting him out of trouble and countering his emotional outbursts, it was the routine of pulling him back that helped my human side overtake my wolf instincts to protect my mate. I send a sharp warning through our bond, and he looks at me, his eyes holding the promises of wrath that I felt not long before, but I simply shake my head. We have to let this play out. Muscles and brawn might help her get out of this room, but if we run, the River Run pack will hunt her for the rest of her life. We need to find a diplomatic way out of this. My brother hisses at me, his wolf has obviously taken over and so this is his only way of conveying his contempt at my instructions, but he backs down. Wolves, even werewolves, don't talk perse. We use visions and emotions in our pack link to talk. It's a raw and much more effective way of communicating when words aren't involved, although it also means that there are absolutely no secrets and no barriers between us when we feel and see everything the person we have opened a link with is feeling and seeing. Right now, the link between my brother and I is a fireball of emotions. 

But when she talks, addressing my father before he has a chance to overcome his shock of her defiance, short lasting as it was. Just the sound brings my human and wolf to the forefront of my mind, and for the first time, we exist in perfect harmony, in perfect tandem, all because of her musical voice.   

So, it's not surprising that it takes until my father's Alpha power rips into her that I actually register the words she said. I don't even have time to properly process that she called out the King Alpha before I growl a menacing warning towards the source of her pain, my own blood. Tyron's anger is an almost physical force, ready to attack his own father for the use of Alpha influence, and I catch on quickly. Ordinarily, it is him, the more impulsive of the two of us, who struggles to maintain razor-sharp control of his Alpha Influence. The pathetic whimpering of my mate appears to be causing him to focus, causing his anger to wipe away any distractions so that his influence is sharp as a claw. She has the opposite effect on me. I struggle to concentrate my power and struggle even more to stop the waves from spilling over my mental wall and possibly washing out the dominance of every wolf in the room, not just my father. Individually, my brother and I are almost as strong as him, even if we are only prince's and he, the King with the support and allegiance of his pack. Together, our dominance is enough to dim his so that the girl stops writhing in pain on the floor. Maybe. My father glares at us over his shoulder, giving us an unreadable expression before turning his attention back to her. He can feel the power shift in the air, but he has no clue as to the true cause of our anger.