Forged in Blood #Watty's 2017 [Being Re-uploaded]

Game Over

A naked girl lay on my mates' bed, the terrible smell of honey and roses was all over the room covering every one of the twins belongings. I could smell the sick sweet smell of this mate stealer's arousal which seemed to turn the clean air into what felt like the burning pit of hell, I growled loudly catching her attention which only made her smile. "Good, you're that new maid aren't you. Come take my clothes so I may surprise my mates when they arrive home and mate me, also be a good little pup and call up to my room when they arrive, thanks"

Within a few seconds I had her pinned to the bed with my claws to her throat, Lydia was breaking loose and this time I didn't want to stop her from ripping someone up. I got the feeling someone was behind me but thought nothing of it as the whore whimpered, withering, begging to be let go before I could try tearing her up. Lydia was just about to let her wrath loose when someone picked me up by putting their arms around my waist tearing me from the tuck-tailed slut.

Soothing words spilled from Mike's mouth as he held me back, my wolf didn't want to fall into temptation but also didn't want to disappoint one of our mates, I kept kicking but it was only pure terror that was running through me..... What if they called her to replace me, so they could reject me and make my mark burn forever in their memory......were they cruel enough to do such things to their soul mate? Angry tears ran down my face as I growled trying to be let loose, I had never been the jealous type until meeting my mates and I wasn't planning of changing how this relationship worked just now after forcefully being thrown I to it.

"Let me at this fucking little whore to tear her lips off before she uses them ever again!! She deserves death now for trying to take you from me!" Lydia was breaking loose letting out profanities that even I who excelled in a language course didn't even understand or couldn't place anywhere.

Jake lifted the girl off our bed making me growl trying to get my claws into Mike's arms to let me go but he had a grasp of steel around them making it almost impossible to do so. I cried, whimpered, growled, kicked, clawed, bit and howled like I had already lost everything dear to me. My heart was breaking down rebuilding the walls that it had built before these two came along trying to heal it after my father's death.....I wish the goddess would of let me die in the rouge attack with him.....if it wasn't for him I would of died.

I stopped moving, stopped making noise and just limply fell from Mike's arms staring at the window that overlooked a valley containing the city and various amounts of plant life, what would of father done if he were alive watching his daughter cry over the future kings of our kind.

Would I still be a pack disgrace for being the first female born as an alpha to our pack just as my father had told me I was before his death?