Alpha Primum

chapter 2

I don't know what to do. I am completely trapped in his eyes.

All these thoughts are sprinting through my mind, but at the same time, I'm completely blank.

His gaze is steady on me. Holding some emotion that I can't place. In between concern and longing and something else.

It's completely paralyzing. I think I've forgotten to breathe. Something about this person I'm seeing on this video call is affecting me so badly and I can't shake it.

Until, thankfully, he blinks, and his emotion shifts to anger and confusion, pulling me out of my state. I allow myself a deep breath and decide to just stick to the plan.

"Alpha Primum." I start shakily. His eyes stare at me more intensely. "I am Olivia Bridges, here to speak to you for human rights."

"Olivia Bridges." He tests my name.

The Alpha Primum's voice is deep and silky.

Goosebumps pepper my arms.

"Does your group really believe the best way to speak to the government is through terrorist attacks such as these?" His eyes are so intense I swear he can peer into my soul.

But his words ground me enough to focus on the task at hand. I guess we're just ignoring that feeling then. I definitely just misheard what he said. Must be just a strange alpha thing, for the Alpha Primum. I imagine everyone feeling the same as me while meeting him and am struck with the worst sense of possessiveness. For a split second. Wanting ownership over that feeling. Which is completely absurd. I hate the wolves.

"We've tried to contact you before," I answer his accusation.

And we had. Each group in the individual packs had their own appeals to the alphas and separate riots. Diplomacy however was not going to fix this situation. Humans needed advocacy and action.

"We just haven't seemed to have gotten your attention so far." I trail off. My usual confidence has been shaken by these events.

He is concentrated on me and my words, and his expression grows colder.

"This act will not gain my attention. None of the demands will be heard nor the ideals behind them." The silky tone of his voice gains a hard edge, conveying the dangerous position that I am in.

He looks cold and angry. It feels like a slap to the face. And I don't know why. His anger at me causes a pit in my gut.

"The Lupos Unum pack does not negotiate with terrorists." His tone softens. "But you, Olivia Bridges, most definitely have my attention."

At his words, I get this terrible urge to smile or giggle. I can feel my cheeks heating up. I need to stop and focus. I can't-. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. I try to push through and steel my face to be determined. "Well, I guess it's a good thing that I'm here to talk on behalf of the resistance."

His gorgeous mouth quirks up in a smirk, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Aah my dear mate," His tone almost teasing. Patronizing if anything.

But when he calls me his mate my heart jumps. I feel a certain joy that I ruthlessly try and squash in order to focus on the matter at hand. My thoughts have been confirmed.

"So that's what your people," He gestures to the other faces on the computer screen. Who I forgot until now are watching this exchange and seeing me absolutely drowning under the pressure. Shit. "are calling your terrorist group."

"It is the resistance, Dear Alpha Primum." I spit out mocking his tone. Thankfully his words have made me angry and I hold onto that to be able to ground myself. "Against your oppressive regime. Resisting the slavery that your kind has brought to this world."