Brandon's pov
Hundreds of rogues.
Hundreds of aggressive rogues.
"I really hope no one dies today, I do not want to picture blood instead of the sex Amanda promised me when I get back. How long do you think this all will take? " Clinton asked me for the third time today. He seriously has been getting on my nerves all Morning but I won't do anything to him. I promised Amanda to look after her reckless husband and if I end up killing his stupid self then Amanda might kill me. Let me rephrase that, she will kill me.
"Again, could you not talk about your sex life? I'm really not interested. And also, ask me that one more time, just once" I replied raising my pinky while glaring at him.
"I will rip your tongue off" .
"you wound me" he replied, placing this right hand on his chest. "but for real, how long? "
"I do not know Clinton, the whole day or more maybe"
"ok" he pulls out his phone and starts to type really fast. I'm guessing he's texting Amanda.
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Half of the pack's warriors arrived since dawn while Clinton and I arrived few hours ago. The clearing looked really wide and secluded, the atmosphere was calming but we all know what's gonna go down today.
The fight had already started when we arrived because we could see rogues in pairs and battling it out with one another.
I caught whiff of the most pleasant smell which sent my wolf into a panic mode. I really didn't know why he was panicking but I could feel him clawing and whimpering. Trying to surface and sprint towards the opposite direction.
Taking a really long and deep breath, I turned towards Clinton who was already looking at me with a confused stare. He could sense it, I'm sure every pack member here right now could sense it.
Grabbing his hand, we both walked towards the direction my wolf wanted to go so bad.
"mate, mate. Go Save Mate. Mate In Trouble. Mate" Me wolf screamed through our link
My wolf's voice rang through my ear and I could swear my heart skipped a beat.
I looked ahead to see two females fighting one another. One is being dragged by her hair while the latter was doing the honors. Suddenly the one with the upper hand was on the ground about to stand.
A wide grin spread across my face as I grabbed Clinton's arm and yanked him forward hurrying my footsteps towards my mate. In seconds, I had already pushed through the crowd with Clinton in toll.
"Alpha, are you okay?" Clinton asks while rubbing him wrist with his other hand.
"need t to g get t to m mate" I replied.
"Hey, you need to calm down brother. You shouldn't scare her like that with you looking like a rabid dog"
A low growl left my lips at his insult
"sorry sorry. Who is the mate? " he asks looking towards the wolves circling each other.
" brown brown. Mate brown"
With a nod, he mind linked three of the pack warriors and told one to come with a clean jersey.
"you need to control Brand, take control" I says while looking directly at me.
The three warriors arrived with a jersey each and shorts.
After few minutes of taking controlled breaths, I finally could control my wolf once again.
YOU ARE READING
ALPHA BRANDON { On Hold }
Werewolf~We could stay forever as long as we stick together~ Dorothy Perkins needed a new chapter and moving to a new pack was the only way she could archive that after losing her parents, younger brother and mate to be to an attack. With all hopes of ever...
