The Alpha's Done. Rucas Fanfiction.

Chapter 4. Linzer Torte.

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Chapter 4: Linzer Torte
Lucas' Point of View
Chapter Song: My Girl by Dylan Scott
Chapter Quote: 'A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.'-Ingrid Bergman
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One step.

That was all it took was one step towards this supposed 'Alpha Male' to display my dominance. The ground shook, weaker wolves displayed their necks in submission and the 'Alpha's' gait was wavering ever so slightly. "You come onto my land," another step, "demand food and shelter," another step, "and begin trying to give commands to my wolves?"

My chest is pressed up against his, my neck craning downwards to stare him in the eye and my nostrils flaring with every exhale, that alone shows how furious my wolf and I are. "You come onto my land, claim you're an Alpha. Are you an Alpha?" The male clears his throat and somehow able to murmur out a 'yes'. A slow, taunting smile curls my lips. "I see a handful of wolves. Ten to twelve at most. But you have no land, and your sheer disrespect to myself and my wolves only shows me that you are not an Alpha and will never be one. Get off my land."

With a deep growl that rumbles my chest, I'm turning on my heels and thinking of my gorgeous mate to calm me down. If I were anyone else, this male wouldn't have a head anymore. "Alpha," a small, timid voice reaches my ears. My feet halt in their movements, "please." Shit. Did they have this planned? I'm a sucker for younger children, even this female in her teens. I don't look it, but I'm over a hundred years old now so I suppose sensitivity for juveniles comes with the territory. Once again, I'm facing the small pack that barged onto my land. A girl, no older than eighteen stands in front of all the others. Red hair falls out of the knot on top of her head, distracting me ever so slightly from the dirt that is on her cheeks and forehead. "We request your council, and aide."

"Enforcer." Zay appears out of thin air by my side, taut arms crossed against his chest. "Lead these wolves to my office." With a curt nod, they each pass by me one by one, my wolf and I size them up in the process. They each submit underneath the small bit of power I'm radiating, even the small child that is definitely not a wolf, which absolutely peeks my curiosity. Why are they harboring a human?

Human.

I allow my eyes to close for just a moment, just long enough to allow myself a bit of peace. My mind begins to retreat to the events at her bakery just a few nights ago. The way her silky smooth skin felt whenever the pads of my fingers caressed her lower back. She was warm, yet the goosebumps that raised on her arms showcased the affect I had on her. My wolf loved that, we loved that she could feel our bond. We were entirely engrossed in our little mate, the way the sunlight turned her hair a lighter shade of brown and those melted chocolate orbs shifted into amber with a shade of honey. Her scent mixed in with the small mewls that escaped those delicious looking lips were enough to call my wolf out. I felt like absolute shit having to leave, but if I didn't she would be mated and marked without hesitation.

'I said I was sorry, human. Get this over with so we can see mate.'

'First use my damn name, I hate that human shit. Second, I could care less if you're sorry. If it wasn't for you, we could have spent more time with our mate and she wouldn't have cried.'

With that, my wolf covers his eyes and begins to whine in the back of my head. It won't be too long until I will get a headache, up until recently my wolf never whined. Now, he never shuts up because all he wants is his mate. It's been an adjustment. I do agree, that I want to get this over with so I can go and see her. I needed to apologize for my behavior and quickly. Taking the stairs two at a time, it doesn't take me long to get to my office. Soft whispers were heard from outside, but as soon as I was pushing the door open those came to a complete halt. "Either the supposed Alpha speak, or the female from earlier, it doesn't matter which." The leather chair protested as I fell into the cushion.