Rogue Wolf

Ch 73 fangs

No way I was going to bite Michael!

Our old alpha smirked at me as if reading my thoughts. "You will," he said.

Getting off me he went over to his closet and I heard some heavy clanking. He pulled a huge pile of chains over, draping them across my shoulders and head. He linked more sections together. Finally he fastened my ankles to the heavy chain webbing before releasing the clasps that had me spread out on the bed. After fastening my ankles, he snapped my wrists to the chains. Finally he pulled me up, attaching a final section of chain mesh behind me before I could do anything.

He laughed as I shifted, unable to stop myself any longer from becoming a wolf. I managed to wriggle my ankles and wrists from the restraints, but I couldn't work my way out of the chain net. He worked too fast, pushing me over while I was mid-shift and connecting the sides. I ended up falling off the bed, wrapped in the heavy metal links.

I had trouble standing up. The pile of chains draped around me was too heavy. I re-shifted back to man, trying to adjust them. I stumbled when he yanked on the chains. The chain netting was so heavy I couldn't even pull myself upright.

"Come," he said, lifting the chains and carrying some of the weight so I could move.

"I'm not going to bite Michael," I rasped out, refusing to move.

"You will, to prove yourself an alpha worthy of following. The pack will come to understand that you follow the duties of an alpha. You will protect the pack. Had my brother not made me an omega, I would have fought to protect the pack. But he did make me an omega, so I stood there, obeying my alpha, not going past the doors of my territory, watching as he and the human leader killed each other. He called to me to help him. I closed the doors of my territory instead, protecting those put in my charge by his guard. I protected my own, my son!"

I was filled with loathing for our old alpha, hearing the spite in his voice for his brother. He had practically brought the drug dealer in, then turned his back on his alpha... which I could understand considering the abuse he had endured. Yet still, his actions had destroyed his pack. I was torn between sympathy and disgust for him, understanding the hatred that drove him. If my mom's pimp was my alpha, and someone wanted to kill him, I doubt I would interfere either.

"You will come," our old alpha snarled at me. "You will protect the pack."

"How is my biting Michael going to protect the pack? If anything, it puts the pack at risk from the Alpha King!"

"You see the danger from him! Of course you do," he muttered to himself. "You are a natural wolf, a born alpha. You will bite Michael to prove you are an alpha, so you can return my rank to me, so our lord will gain the strength to be able to stand up to this Alpha King. You will do this so our lord has the power to protect our territory, so our lord Maximus will himself become an alpha king!"

"I'm not going to bite Michael!"

He shoved his face right up to mine, so close only the chains separated us. I refused to give in to the fear that threatened to overtake me. I let my own rage out, partially shifting as the adrenaline rushed through me.

"You bite him, or I will," he growled out, matching my partial shifting, his own rage coming out. "You will bite him, or I will kill one of the guards. Hmmm, Carl perhaps. He is your least favorite, yet because you are an alpha, you will bite Michael to protect the boy."

My fear was gaining strength over my rage. He wouldn't dare! Yet I saw his madness, and knew he would. How often had Lone Wolf shoved his bulk in front of this madman's teeth, protecting the pack from its alpha?