Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
As Alpha of the Midnight Pack of LA Plata, the largest wolf pack currently recorded, I have a duty to keep my pack safe and I take that seriously. I’d put myself in the path of any bullet or fang for my people. Part of keeping my pack safe is hunting down these trafficking rings, rescuing girls, and reuniting them with their families or integrating them into a pack. It’s a long, traumatic process. Most of the girls have been abused for months. Some are lucky enough to get rescued. Others are sold or murdered for sport when they tire of them. The thought makes me want to vomit and murder. In that order. “Let’s suit up and load up.” I order and we all proceed to leave to the barracks to gear up and load up.
The drive to the compound is intense. I’ve got 40 of my elite shifters with me, but I’m still on edge. I’m careful to keep it in check and push another wave of confidence through the pack bond. No matter how many of these we do, the knowledge that my pack could be injured or worse always haunts me. They signed up for it, but it doesn’t mean their lives are worth less just because they volunteered to put it on the line for their pack and others.
I’ve been the pack alpha for six years now. I hadn’t planned on taking over as alpha 22, but my father, the previous Midnight Pack alpha willingly stepped down after what happened to our family. My parents, so overcome with grief couldn’t manage the pack. Couldn’t pull themselves together to perform their duties. They shut down and gave up. Again, my eyes glow Gold and Roman pushes towards the barrier, angry and snarling he’s blood thirsty and wants revenge. “No shifting Ronan you have to settle your rage so I can lead. We’ll be there soon and then we’ll kill them all. We’ll torture the answers we need out of the bastard as slowly as we can.” I push back against him.
“We are a mile out. Team Fang, drop your bags and shift once we stop. Team Delta, surround the perimeter and send the snipers up. Cyrus with me.” I push through the mind link and we all quickly fall into position. Team Fang immediately shifts and takes off for the compound. Team Alpha follows on foot. Even without shifting we are fast. We spend a lot of time training in the mountains with thinner air and steep inclines the years of training there have given us an advantage making us quicker, with more stamina and strength. Team Delta immediately opens cover fire for us when we arrive at the compound. We’re running. We’re firing. Snipers are dropping the enemy continuously one after another. Black wolves of Team Fang are showing no mercy flanking enemies, over taking them and quickly ripping out their throats. Blood sprays everywhere every minute that ticks by. We’re slaughtering them. Some of them are shifting and running for the mountains only to meet another sniper and more of our wolves. “Leave none alive and search them once their dead.” I remind my team as I engage in hand-to-hand combat with my knives. I’m slicing throats one minute and the next I’m kicking, sweeping legs, and sticking my knife through the hearts of these pieces of shit.
“I don’t think I will ever tire of killing these assholes.” Cyrus mind links while sending a final blade by my ear and into the eye of a shifter coming up behind me, instantly dropping him. “Your one of my best for a reason. Now let’s take that blood lust inside the compound.” I link back immediately met with his laughter*. “What do you mean one of? I am THE BEST.”* Cyrus boasts*. “Just get your shifter ass inside.”* I growl, my patience for him normally thin at best. Myself and the rest of Team Alpha quickly pour into the compound shooting at a few shifter guards coming out from random areas of this building. One by one we enter, sweep and clear each room on the main level. The rooms each small with one surgical bed with straps in the middle. The rooms stink of lingering fear, sex and blood. There are blood splatters on the wall, a drain in the middle of the floor and used needles scattered all over. Immediately it registers what these rooms are. They are involuntary heat rooms. Monsters inject these girls, strap them down and take the money of any alpha or beta that wants to experience a shifter heat.
“Do you hear that? I swear I heard mumbling.” Cyrus links. We fall out of the last room and start down a hallway. Turning the corner we are met with a vault door. “Why the hell would they have a vault here?” I question half mumbling with confusion through the link*. “Listen, I think he’s inside. We don’t know how many are in there, but I only make out one voice. Cyrus, blow the door.”* That’s all he needed to hear to put a huge, dimpled grin on his face. If I didn’t know him as my beta and stone-cold killer, I’d think he was a super model. Stepping back and away he quickly places the C4 putty around the door, inserts his wires, backs away and detonates. “Team Fang and Delta, Alpha team will gain entry into a locked underground facility. Guard the perimeter.” I instruct.
The vault door and surrounding concrete wall blasts away and into the guarded area. Four steps through the nonexistent door and a turn to the right I’m immediately hit with the stench of urine and feces. The smell is overwhelming, but lingering beneath it is a faint hint of lavender mixed with an overwhelming stench of fear. The faint lavender sent immediately focuses Ronan and brings him to attention. I sense one wolf shifter present that reeks of booze, smoke and body odor. I hear groaning and see a flash of silver eyes through the dust and dark, but that’s not all I see.
Forest Floor
Ayla
A tall, broad chested man approaches through the dust. He appears taller than the door frame. Cloaked by shadows, I can only see the flicker of his gold eyes, and the outline of his body cast from the light. I can hear the clunk of his boots as he steps into the underground bunker that houses me. I immediately recognize that this man is an alpha wolf. He’s extremely dominant and it’s pulsing through the room causing me to involuntarily bow my head and submit my neck from the presence of his energy alone, despite not having Aramana. He smells of earth and pine. Dirt of the forest and beautiful trees. He reminds me of the freedom I once had. The ability to run through the forest, the smells of the earth and the softness of the forest floor between my toes, breeze in my hair and the sun shining on my face or warming my fur as I chased rabbits and played with my siblings. He smells comforting. He smells peaceful. He smells of home.
Is he my new warden? My new master to abuse me? Maybe an alpha rogue taking what he wants? I feel the front of my cage and start to slide backwards when the warden that was sprawled over me springs off of me straight up into the air and towards the new alpha. He is immediately knocked out by the new alpha throwing a right hook. I see it coming from the flicker of the stairway light and it was lightning fast. The warden had no chance at defending himself. He hits the concrete hard, a loud cracking sound echoing with a thud as he hits the unforgiving floor, then nothing. Quiet follows. Too quiet.
I start breathing hard and loud as I panic and scoot back into my cage. He’s killed the warden which should bring me tears of joy, shouts of elation, but instead I’m overcome with extreme anxiety and fear. My mind starts racing thoughts and its overwhelming. What if he is worse? What if the other shifters I smell came to hold me down? What if they want to chase and hunt me? I am hyperventilating at this point and becoming nauseated and dizzy. I can’t do a false heat right now. I can’t outrun a shifter pack. I can’t….I….just…..can’t…..”Aramana? Aramana, can you hear me, I need you.” I push into my mind, searching, pleading, hoping to connect, but I’m met with silence.
“Sshh sshh ssshhh”….”It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay…. I’m not going to hurt you. We are here to help…. I promise. I know that probably doesn’t mean much to you right now, but I always keep my promises. It’s going to be okay.” The new alpha whispers to me from the dark in front of my cage. He sounds so calm and comforting. Help. A normal word that should comfort. A word I can’t remember the last time it has manifested in my life. Nobody helps me. Nobody says a word about what I endure, what is done to me and nobody comforts. Especially murderous, rage filled, dominant alphas. They make false promises and they definitely don’t care about my comfort. They break you and leave you a smell of yourself each time.
I feel a warm, large calloused hand touch my lower leg and I instantly startle and flinch. The hand returns. Within seconds, I am overcome with the warmest embrace and covered with the softest fleece blanket I have ever felt in my life. I feel like I am cocooned in the middle of a bunch of warm bunnies. I want to melt into this blanket, rub it all over me, and hide away forever. Never interacting with a single shifter ever again. I burrito myself and I notice my breathing is slowing and I am starting to feel calmer. The rough hand remains on my leg. “That’s it. Slow down your breathing. In through your nose and out through your mouth slowly. Again….in and out…. good girl. You are doing so good little one…. such a good girl” He whispers softly and my body wants to melt from his comforting words of praise, but my mind knows better. A lot alphas will try to lure you into a false sense of security before they are back handing you across the face and throwing you over a table with an audience cheering him on. Or an alpha turns you loose and gives you a taste of freedom only to be hunted down and rutted by whichever shifter that catches you. A game they used to enjoy playing. One I don’t want to partake in anymore.
My vision starts to blur as I squint to see in the dark and I realize now that I can hardly open my left eye. I have a strong taste of iron in my mouth and I realize it’s my own blood. I must have busted my lip and I think my head is bleeding. My chest and abdomen burn with fire every time I take a breath. Which is currently a lot. “No, no, no. Where did you go little one? Stay here with me, don’t start to second guess…just…stay calm. We’re not the bad guys. We are here to help. I know you are afraid. I don’t blame you, but you have to stay calm. You are losing a lot of blood and you’re close to unconsciousness.” He quickly informs me then shuffles away from the front of my cage.
I hear a second set of boots coming towards me and my heart rate kicks up. “Shhshh…no..don’t panic. This is a healer. He can take the edge off your pain to help you with transport back to our pack where we will get you medical attention. You…are…safe.” He grits out the last part in a low growl from his chest as the thought of me being unsafe difficult for him to handle.