Mates are something that comes naturally with being a Lycan. When your an alpha it becomes even more important. Two alphas, two packs and one bond, will they be able to make it together or will everything tumble around them?
Both leaders from two co...
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Hazel slams her fist into his waist, causing him to tumble backwards. After three days of sitting in a bed she needed to train, Hazel will not allow herself to weaken in anyway. Swinging her leg behind his legs, he topples onto the grass with a grunt and a thud. "Well played Alpha."
The man gets up off the ground and smiles at her. He nods his head in respect, and walks away all bruised up.
"Look there's that bitch that put my son in jail!" A woman screams from a far. Hazel whips round and sees the woman is pointing at her, with about six people around her. "Get her!"
Hazel goes to sprint but a male attacks her, crushing her arm underneath her. He pins her other arm behind her back and Hazel hisses in agony. Hazel growls at the man and the woman laughs. "Not so tuff now, are you?" The woman kicks the side of Hazel's head. Hazel groans.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Quinton's voice booms through the training grounds. The man jumps to his feet and the woman's face pales to paper white. Hazel gets up, but the room starts to spin. Quinton quickly rushes over, placing an arm around her to keep her steady. Hazel blinks a couple of times, until the room stills. A couple of guards hurry over to Quinton. "Arrest all of them and put them in the cells!" Quinton orders. He pulls Hazel away from the people, and onto the side bench.
"You alright?"
"Fine, but I think I should head back to my own pack," clearly not everyone has accepted Hazel, just like she thought would happened. "I'm going to find Darcy," Hazel stands up from the bench, feeling a little light-headed, but ignores it. Then she stumbles away from Quinton, leaving him alone.
Quinton is angry to say the least. His own people has lowered his chances with Hazel even more than before. He told Hazel his pack would except her, now look what happened. Quinton sighs, stomping his way back to the pack house.
Quinton goes into the kitchen and heads straight over to the liquor cabinet. The thought of Hazel leaving him, was killing him and he just needed something to take away the pain for a while. Pushing away a few bottles, he pulls out the strongest drink he has. A glass turns into two. Then it turns into a bottle, and before he knew it he was tossing back drink after drink. The liquid burned his throat, but he didn't care. At this point Quinton was absolutely, completely, utterly loaded.
Ezra enters the kitchen and the overwhelming smell of alcohol hits him like a bad smell, causing him to wrinkle his nose. "Quinton-" Ezra stops when he sees Quinton is hunched over the island, a bottle in his left hand. "Shit Quinton, your really drunk."
"No I'm-" hiccup"-not," He drunkenly waves his hand through the air. Ezra runs over and snatches the bottle out of his hand, as he went to drink more. "Hey!"
