Alpha of alphas

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Consume me." I whispered out to the flame. I watched the rusted lamp in the corner of the dim room as it cast warm light over me. My sight danced in and out of complete blur and vivid focus. With every breathed that escaped my dry lips, the deep grooves in my skin stung and widened awkwardly. I stare out my window feeling the weight of rejection and pity. At times I grow numb to it but lonely nights like this I'm bombarded with thoughts that torture me with each passing hour. I reach behind me pulling the itchy covers over my exposed back as my body shakes uncontrollably. I feel the familiar sting in my eyes as tears begin to cloud my vision. The salty drops slide down the bridge of my nose before I decide to close my eyes and drift off into slumber.

The alarm rings alerting me that the day has begun. I stretch instantly recoiling back as I grit my teeth. Wrapping my arms around myself, I explored the leathery risen lines that decorated my back. My body no longer healed completely anymore but these were the cards I have been dealt. I maneuver through the dark proceeding to the bathroom down the molded hallway. As I passed the other beaten down doors, I noticed all the aids' rooms were empty. I knew I was running late but honestly; I could care less.

Before I knew it, I was fumbling with the almost empty tooth paste and quickly forcing my defiant hair in a makeshift bun to make it to my post on time.

"Ava! You're late!" Ms. Gretta scorned.

"I know I know... What's the play with the menu Mrs. G?" She glared at me for what seemed like forever.

"We are preparing a feast for the Alphas meeting we have only been planning for... I don't know three months now." I can feel her anxiety radiating off her like an open oven. For a woman her age, you would think she would have retired by now.

Throwing on my apron, I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. "Okay. We have done this before. There is no need to lose your mind." The palms of my hands began to sweat thinking of all the testosterone that would be in one room today.

"This time Alpha Adonis will be coming," her voice rang out slightly shaken. When she said his name, her voice lowered slightly as if she didn't want to be heard. All the rumors, childhood stories, and nightmares about him came flooding to the forefront of my mind. All the girls in the kitchen seemed to pause at the sound of his name before getting back to cooking more intense than before.

My mind wondered as I chopped into dense heads of lettuce like clockwork. I could feel the swish of air from aids rushing back and forth behind me. Fear was an effective incentive around here. It always was. My hands were so shaken, the knife I was using bit unforgivingly at my thumb. With no hesitation, I bandaged the area and continued to help elsewhere. Before I knew it, we were ready to serve a room full of reputable wolves including Alpha Adonis. There is no room for error because here, one mistake could cost you your life.

It was now time to change into our uniforms. I hated the skimpy cherry colored dresses we were forced to wear. I could barely breathe with how tight they were. Our Alpha had no shame in treating female wolves like objects. We weren't even allowed to shift into wolf form like the men. Lining up on the side of the large dining room, all the aids waited for the arrival of the Alphas.

Our leader strolled in with the click-clack of his reflective shoes and his large belly guiding his arrogant steps. As Alpha John passed by, everyone shifted their eyes to the floor not wanting to make direct eye contact with him. He stunk of over sprayed cologne and cowardice. Accompanying him was his son Adain. Adain was next in line to be Alpha of this crappy pack as he was the first born. In a way I felt bad for him having to constantly be trained by that disaster of a man. Alpha John was disloyal to his own blood and was just as terrible an Alpha as he was my father. Adain is completely unaware he even has a sister. He is ignorant to my existence and my existence is irrelevant to my father. I just wished I had the guts to tell him the truth.

One by one the Alphas of the strongest packs in our region began to arrive. I felt like my breathe was taken away as each man passed me by. You could feel their strength as they entered the room. Some of them were barely noticeable, but others made you want to run. Their power pressed on our lungs making it hard to breathe. They were flaunting their strength and held nothing back as they arrived. I felt the thud of one of the aids collapsing to the floor, not able to remain standing. I stared down at my shoes knowing the consequence of looking up at the wrong time. We were each assigned a seat and whatever Alpha sat there would be the one we would accompany for the rest of their stay.

Soon enough everyone was in their seats ready to go. Crossing my fingers, I looked up to see that I was assigned to serve Alpha Darius. I let out a bittersweet sigh. It could be worst. I looked to my right to see the next aid with a silly grin on her face. Why? Because her seat was empty. I scanned the room and there was no sight of him. The beast from hell didn't show up. It seemed like we were all able to breathe again.

The meeting went by and the gathering was dismissed. Alpha Darius sauntered over to me placing his long fingers on my hip as he leaned in and whispered. "It's time to show me to my room darling."

I swiftly turned swallowing the bitter baby vomit in my mouth and made my way up to the third floor where he was staying. Stopping in front of the door I quickly muttered my goodnight while making my way back to my floor. Suddenly, he grabbed me forcefully into his room. I knew exactly what he was trying to do, and I knew if I screamed, I would be visiting the whipping post again.

"Alpha Darius please" I begged. My pleas seemed to excite him further. My life flashed before my eyes as he tore my dress with his claws cutting into me in the process. His eyes were beady and black filled with lust.

He slammed me into the wall and all I could hear was the sick crack of my skull. The irony taste of blood oozed from my nose and down onto my trembling lips. In a daze I could feel him press himself against me before the nightmare began. Before I could process what was happening, my claws drove deep into his chest pulling his heart out with a strength I've never felt before. I stood there frozen, with his collapsed body at my feet and his heart in my hand.