One True Alpha

Chapter 27

"Is he ready to talk to me," I asked my mother as we made our way to breakfast. She looked at me, hesitant to answer. "He's nervous about the answers you'll give him. I think you should go to him," she said quietly, she hugged me before sniffing me. "I think you'll be safe to see him now," she said to me before heading downstairs. Ever since I came back, Terrance had been avoiding me. My father had me scrubbed raw by our Omegas in both skin and fur, only to start over again. His snout scrunching at the scent of Crestwood on me. He had stayed in wolf form for nearly three days growling and snarling. Not even my mother could calm him down enough to shift. Every single Ironclaw wolf would rub against me in their skin form, attempting to wash away what had been done. Many of the females would go out of their way to hug me or hand their pups to me. Anything to get his scent off me completely. Other males avoided me, their noses scrunching as they turned around. They didn't trust themselves not to release a snarl at the scent of a fallen Alpha.

The Crestwood wolves had been run through by my wolves and the ones without mates had been sent to Stone pack. Once they were gone, the omegas set to work and scrubbed every inch of the room clean. The newly mated wolves were held in the dorm until their scents mixed properly. The carpets were vacuumed multiple times throughout the day. Father forbid me from going near that place. His orders didn't matter, I barely left my room since I got back. Mainly, to allow the Omegas to change out my bedsheets for clean unscented ones.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I made my way to his room. His scent had been soaked into the wood by now. My wolf whined at the thought of his scent slowly disappearing when he left. That couldn't be helped though. We silently wished we had been born male, this would have made things much easier. Setting an example as an alpha male was easy, it seemed with females there was always doubt. I hesitated before raising my fist to knock. This had to be done, he should go home. He opened the door before I made contact.

His hair was disheveled and wet. The soap he had used in the shower diluted his scent. The towel around his waist was his only source of modesty as I blushed. Terrance didn't meet my eyes but he motioned for me to come in. His room looked like he was moving in. The bags looked like they had been packed and zipped shut, I could see the locks on the zippers from here. My heart dropped at the thought of seeing him go. "What brings you here, Ironclaw," he asked, I could hear his knuckles pop behind me before he slid on a pair of sweatpants. Not Iris. Not my light. I swallowed but my throat was too dry and I ended up coughing. His teeth clicked together, making me shiver. The bond felt hesitant to him but I could feel his eyes roam over my body. I couldn't get any words out as I turned around to face him. His thin body still bore the marks of Ironclaw during our Hunger. I could see he had lost weight since I've been back. His muscle tone was lacking from when I last saw him. I tried swallowing again, even with a decrease in muscle tone he still looked impressive.

"Iris. I can't—," he began his canines exposed inhibiting his ability to speak. "I'm sorry," I blurted out, interrupting him. "I didn't mean for it to happen. It just happened," I said as the first tears fell down my cheeks. "Did it feel good being bonded with that Alpha," he growled out. I felt his eyes watching my every move, daring for me to walk away. Glaring into my shoulder that was covered beneath a sweater. I didn't move, my father warned me against running from a wolf who wanted to mark another. Either make him submit, kill him, or talk him out of it. At the moment, I wasn't sure I could do any of those options. Terrance's stance showed me he wanted any excuse to bite into me. "Did the bond feel right?" I was glad my wolf wasn't out, she bore his fading mark. She hated being bonded with such a weak male. The way his muscles quivered told me he had a thread of control over his wolf right now. In a few months, the mark would fade into a small scar, his wolf wouldn't forget though. He would mark that spot any chance he could.