Filed To Story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“Most definitely.” The smirk on Joaquin’s face was definitely full of confidence and his voice rang with a note of authority.
“Do you truly intend to fight your king?” The man who had come to collect me and Gabriel was appalled.
“He is not my king.” Charles looked even angrier.
“And when he fails to beat us then you all will see that he is not fit to be here and neither is she.” Ralph added.
I didn’t know what their problem was. Why they would dedicate their lives to this organization if they were not truly onboard with the entire modus operandi. But whatever the reason was, I didn’t like them. I didn’t know them, but they were the kind of people that reminded me of Caleb. They were not to be trusted. I had learned my lessons. I knew better than to accept this kind of thing anymore, and would sooner throw my life away than let people like this near me again. It would essentially be doing the same thing.
I knew this was going to be a good show. That was why I just settled in and decided to watch. Joaquin would handle this marvelously, that I was certain of.
“Vincent.” I called out to get his attention as he had never taken his eyes off the two buffoons. When he finally looked at me I gestured him over, the others saw this and followed suit. I was now surrounded by all my guards and the Warlocks as well as several members of the Sentinelle. They knew a fight was coming and wanted to protect me.
With a smirk I watched Joaquin’s actions. He didn’t waste time on saying anything else. He was definitely ready to fight them right now.
Joaquin slunk into a crouch, his arms were curved at his sides with his fingers curled and ready. He was planning to fight them both with just his human form. I didn’t doubt his ability to do it for even a second.
The two idiots thought they had the advantage of numbers, and when they saw Joaquin remain in his human form they stupidly thought that Joaquin was a weak wolf. They shifted and split up, circling around him to come at him from different angles. Ralph was a dirty looking dust color, and Charles’ wolf perfectly matched his bright orange hair, they were not the best looking wolves I had seen.
The wolf that was Ralph leapt first, making a dive for Joaquin’s left leg. It was clear he was attempting to bite into his femoral artery. Joaquin blocked him easily, throwing him to the ground like he was nothing but a sack of flour. I heard the whine escape from his as he slammed on the docks.
Charles attacked next, lunging for Joaquin’s throat. He never even got close. Joaquin grabbed his out of the air mid jump by closing his fingers around his throat. The growl coming from the orange wolf was cut off instantly. With a flick of his wrist and a light swing of his arm, Joaquin sent the wolf flying near the rocks that lined the pathway I had taken down here. Charles landed in an inelegant heap.
“Hahaha, had enough?” Joaquin laughed as he saw the two wolves getting to their feet and glaring at him.
‘Not even close.’ Charles growled in wolf speech.
“Then come at me, I will teach you the price of disobedience.” Joaquin was fully in his element now. He would teach them and everyone watching what happened when you crossed either of us.
As I watched Joaquin I was stricken with how wolf-like he seemed to be even when in his human form. He had always been a very sexy and powerful man, and his wolf was gorgeous. But looking at him now it was like the two forms had merged. He was not quite a man and not quite a wolf. It was both beautiful and terrifying to see. But I loved looking at it.
As I pictured him covered in fur, almost looking like a hollywood version of a werewolf, there was a flash of that now familiar light filling the area around us all. Joaquin seemed to be hazy, like an image in the distance on a hot day. But this wasn’t a hot day and that wasn’t heat rippling around him, it was magic.
I stood there in shock with everyone else as Joaquin’s entire body seemed to ripple for a moment. He grabbed his head and bent near the ground for just a moment. The two imbeciles that he was fighting took advantage of the situation, running at him at the same time and aiming to attack him as he was hunched over.
They still weren’t given the chance to touch him. No sooner had they started to run did Joaquin seem to grow larger, I’d say twice as big but I know that wasn’t the case, it was more like fifty percent, or close to it. He was so much more powerful looking, and when he stood up he was easily eight feet tall and a lot more broad in the shoulders and chest. He was huge.
He was also covered in fur. He was the very image of a werewolf from hollywood.
“A lycan?” Gabriel breathed reverently beside me. “There has not been a true lycan in nearly two thousand years.”
“He truly is the king.” I heard these spoken many times among the crowd along with affirmations from the others.
When Joaquin had stood up he instantly defended himself, or was it a counter attack? He had grabbed the two wolves out of thin air again, effectively cutting off their growls and eliciting whimpers and whines from them instead.
Joaquin swung the two stupid wolves in his massive, claw tipped hands. I watched as they circled helpless in his grip momentarily before he slammed them to the ground. The two assholes who had dared to challenge my mate to a duel yelped in pain and didn’t move.
The wolves he was fighting had effectively given up, or were KO’ed, but Joaquin was still filled with rage and anger. That was something I would associate with this lycan form from Hollywood, but I needed to bring him back to his senses.
“Joaquin?” I called out to him, but he didn’t answer.
When I tried to step forward I instantly had nine hands reach toward me. It seemed that all my guards, Gabriel, and the Warlocks were intent on keeping me in place.
“It will be fine, stand down gentlemen.” I smiled at them all. “I can’t let him kill them. They’re stupid, but that’s not a crime that deserves death.” They nodded that they had understood that I was not intending to join the fight, every hand receded almost instantly. Vincent’s was the only one that lingered as he looked at me with concern.
“Be careful.” He told me before he too took his hand away. I nodded at him before I stepped away and moved closer to my mate.
Joaquin had knelt on the ground between the men he had been fighting, his hands firmly gripping their throats. They were no longer in their wolf forms, instead they were lying on the ground in their full glory. Or lack thereof. Was it bad that no man I saw could ever come close to Joaquin’s naked body? Granted I hadn’t seen many, but still.
“Joaquin.” I called out to him again just before I placed a calming hand on his back. His snarling instantly stopped as he turned to look at me. Joaquin was completely different than I had ever seen him.
It wasn’t just Joaquin’s build that had changed and gotten bigger. His hands, tipped as they were with lethal looking claws, were now large enough to cover half my arm in their grasp. His head, larger than normal, was now more wolf-like than human. There were pointed ears on top of his head, sticking out of his hair. He had a snout that stuck out of his face with a mouth full of long, sharp, wolf teeth. His eyes, larger than they usually were, were shining at me with their golden light.
I noticed that he wasn’t completely covered in fur. His face seemed to be at least ninety percent covered, but there were places that weren’t. The center of his thick, broad chest and the center of his back were the same honied tan I loved so much. There was even a bare patch on the back and palm of each hand, the tops of his shoulders, and down by his feet.
Likewise there were places where the fur was thicker and places where it was thinner. His chest, where it had fur, was thinner. But his arms, legs, and head had thicker fur. It seemed that it started to taper near the places that had no fur at all.
Ok, I could still see him in there. in those eyes, and definitely in that god like build of his. He was still sexy and gorgeous. I couldn’t help it, just looking at this new form of his made me smile.
“Joaquin, that’s enough.” I tried to soothe him with my words and voice but he seemed to have a hard time listening. “Joaquin, get control of yourself.” I urged him. “You don’t need to kill them.
I watched as he looked down at his hands. He obviously didn’t remember when he had taken his hands off of them. When he looked back at me he was confused.
“What happened to me?” He was not scared, he merely sounded curious.
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