The Mating Games

Chapter 2 (NEW)

Alpha Cole

"Did you honestly think you could waltz right in here and try and take over my territory?"

It was pitiful really, the way the mere sound of my voice seemed to inflict fear into a man who attempted to attack the pack with the best warriors, the best alpha.

"No."

But it was commendable how well he hid his fear, how his voice was steady despite the fact he would not look me in my eyes. He knew to look into my eyes was the equivalent to asking for death. Because the only people who looked into my eyes were the ones who truly deserved respect, not the ones who claimed they did because of a title their daddy had. This man was neither.

He held no title and if I had to make an assumption, I would say no parents. None that cared about him, at least.

"Then why attack?"

We both knew he was a liar. We both knew the reason he invaded was to take down me and in return, earn the title of alpha. But it was not the size of my pack we were known for. It was me. I was well aware of that fact and I knew he was, too. He knew that if he somehow miraculously managed to defeat me then he would earn the respect of every single werewolf on the planet, including my own packmates.

The thought didn't even irritate me because I knew that there were none who could defeat me, therefore I had nothing to worry about. My pack would remain safe under my rule and they would remain loyal because of it.

"We didn't-" Before he could finish his damning statement I had him shoved against the wall by his neck, choked gasps escaping from his mouth.

"For your sake, I hope you weren't about to tell me you didn't know that it was my pack you were attacking." He tried to shake his head but my grip prevented it. I smiled. My favorite part was watching them scour for excuses.

"I'm going to release you," I began slowly, weakening my grip only fractionally. "And then you will taken to the forest and released. You will have five minutes to run before we hunt you down and rip you apart. Am I understood?"

I had always loved the moment real fear entered my enemies eyes, when they realized that they were dead regardless of what they did. No one would save this man, no one would even miss this man. And that was always the hardest part to cope with for them. All they wanted to do was make their mark and as a result, they were killed. But their failure was my success, my way up the ladder.

Everyone in the pack house or into your homes, I mind linked the pack. I'm about to release the rogue.

Their replies came quick and were short. They knew there was no point in asking questions because the answer was probably not one they wanted to hear. They knew their alpha and his warriors were brutal and that was all that mattered in the grand scheme of keeping them safe.

Dropping the rogue to the ground, I turned to one of the guards stationed at the entrance of the cell. I ignored the gasps coming from behind me. "Take him to the east portion of the woods. Wait a few minutes just in case there are some stragglers and then release him."

The guard gave me a curt nod.

"Oh, one last thing," I turned back to the rogue. "I wouldn't try asking your little friends for any help."

"Where are they?" He asked, broad pulling down into confusion. He had arrived on pack property with nearly 300 men and he was the only one being detained in this cellar.

"I killed them all."

"We have a rat."

The words were uttered with confidence, my eyes wandering to every single one of my officials. Their tense shoulders met my scrutiny. Ah, yes. I mused. Fear.