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Alpha!

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Title-Alpha!

Warnings- Forest Smut, slight blood, and death in the beginning

Summary- Victor is a hot-headed alpha that stumbles upon as shy and timid omega who happens to be his mate.

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"Please! Have mercy on my pack!"

It was an alpha who wept like this, such a sad, pathetic sight to behold. This Alpha sat on his knees with his hands clasped tight and his eyes begging for redemption. Though I would never comply, for I am the fear that strikes my species' hearts.

I merely scoffed and rolled my eyes as I turned and exited the large and extravagant tent. I nodded at Michael my beta, my brother, in which he nodded back and set the fabric aflame. This unnamable pack began to gasp and wail while listening to the agonizing screeches of their once arrogant Alpha.

"If you continue to follow the ways of your leader," I bellowed, "There will be consequences much like this. Do not deceive ones that offer their services."

After my lead, my dreaded pack followed, leaving this miserable pack ground with a cloud of smoke and ashes with their decapitated beta mounted in the heart of the grounds, serving as a reminder of our presence.

"Was it necessary, brother?" Michael quietly spoke from beside me.

"Did it have to be necessary?" I questioned viciously, "As far as you are concerned, you take orders from me without question. Understand?"

Truth be told, I may have gone a little too far for punishment. Though the way that Alpha treated my confrontation made my blood boil to the very highest. Such an arrogant Alpha should never be in control, let alone negotiate a fair trade system.

"Alpha, should I propose a hunt?" Michael sighed, knowing that such an activity would ease my thunderous temper.

The response that I gave him was simply stripping down to my bare skin then shifting into my wolf and running ahead of my pack, sniffing the air for useless pray. I ignored my packs thoughts about my monstrous behavior and bounded through the trees as I caught whiff of a lone deer a few miles away.

I felt the wind flow through my coat as I ran full speed towards my target, the padding of my paws silencing my movement against the dry earth. My vision was blurring out the vibrant green scenery around me as the only thing on my mind was the meal I would provide for my pack but most importantly our pups.

The food supplies in my territory have undeniably gotten lower. The fault has admittedly been mine, for I use hunting as an outlet to control my anger. My anger has been a problem ever since my parents have been murdered in cold blood right before my very eyes; the night that would never leave my memories.

The thought of my parents' deaths filled my body with even more rage as I pushed forward, not stopping to stalk the prey for I took it by surprise and pounced on the deer, then clamped my jaws on its neck and watching the light of its soul leave its eyes. I didn't stop there... my neck swiftly jerk away; ripping the deer's throat out of its body.

My snout was covered in blood by now and the neck of my prey is now unrecognizable. After I mentally scolded myself for losing control, I sniff the air in the search of water, but the sensual scent of honeysuckles, vanilla, and purity filled my nostrils instead.