Blood

Chapter Thirteen: Storm Brewing

It's early morning when the alarm sounds. Zev is long gone by the time I've pulled myself together. The alarm silences on its own after ten minutes of cheerful ringing. I pull on my least favorite pair of pants and a ratty shirt and then follow my nose to the scene of the incident. It's directly across from the mountains, in-line with the packhouse.

When I arrive on the scene, there are countless angry, growling wolves, and I'm the only one not shifted. Testosterone is not throwing me a bone today, no it is not. I rub my temple and then yell. "Calm the fuck down you pissing mutts," and they silence.

The first growl I hear breaking the silence is that of Zev's wolf. I ignore him and walking right up to the wolves that are mere inches into our territory, I stare them down. Hurting their manly prides as they are forced to look away due to my dominance. What can I say, this whole alpha deal is rather convenient.

"I want everyone to shift now," I growl lowly, using an alpha command on them. They all shift, excluding Zev, "That includes you mate." He doesn't budge so I proceed to ignore him. "Fine then, I'll do the talking. Why are you being idiots and crossing our border?" I ask turning my attention to the intruders.

One of the males snaps at me, not looking all that intimidating being as he's stark naked, like the rest of the wolves. A sea of bare skin, excluding only a few females on our side which I see have slipped on long shirts. Smart girls.

"We've come to eliminate you, True Alpha," one of them says, stepping forward.

I barely catch Zev's tail as he shoots foreword. Fighting him is not going to leave me in a good place right now. "Wolves stay out of this conversation," I growl lowly at him. After flaunting his dominance over me, he sands right in front of me, ready to fend off any potential attacks.

"It's code of our pack to eliminate any True Alpha's that are not properly announced, and the pack whose hidden them as well," he says, nonchalant.

I snort at him. "Then you have no beef with this pack." He flares out at me and I snap, "I moved here upon finding my mate not too long ago. You've no right to attack this pack."

"It was their responsibility to announce you upon them finding out," he growls.

"What so you'd come to kill me sooner?" I ask sarcastically. He once again looks confused and I rub my temple again. "I'm an Omega born."

Seemingly their entire side stumbles back from me, appalled and probably frankly scared. "That is impossible," one of them calls out.

I laugh, and it's a good humorous laugh, where afterward the mood you are carrying is lighter and you cry little happy tears. I wipe away the tears and someone behind me asks, "Luna, what's a true alpha?"

I resist the urge to turn on them and instead take a deep breath. "A true alpha, by definition, is an alpha, male or female, who was not born an alpha due to the bloodlines they come from. They are chosen by the moon goddess herself for their personality, the hardships they will face, and an innate ability to lead. Many full-blood," I spit with as much venom as I have at my disposal, the word disgusting on my lips. "Think that the true alphas are unworthy because they aren't born into the role."

"You're just an omega's bastard child," a wolf sneers at me.

"Bastard child?" I inquire, highly amused. "My parents were properly mated and actually married as well when they had me. Them both being omega's meant that there were no inequalities between them, they were equal in every respect."

"They were weak," someone else sneers.

I'm about to snap. I breathe very deeply for a minute and then open my eyes. They're glowing red, destroying any thought that I may have not been a true alpha. "My parents were weak?" I ask.