Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“Go to hell you old geezer.”
“Come over here and fight this old geezer, Stan my man, and we’ll see who’s the stronger of the two of us.”
“You’ve got your men with you, you’ll just have them take over for you.”
“The hell I will, I fight my own battles you fucking pussy. I’m not like you who turned tail and ran as soon as you saw Joaquin and I show up at your little fuck buddy’s house of horrors.” I yelled at him, my anger flaring. “Did Edmond show you a real good time Stanley? Did he make it all worth your time and effort? For your sake I hope he did, because you’re about to atone for that shit right now.”
“Like hell I am.” He was finally growing his back bone, he even took a step away from the wall as he glared at me.
“Then prove it. Cause I am about to beat your fucking ass like there is no tomorrow.
Stanley seemed to have had enough of my taunts. He thought he could attack me with a surprise attack. He curled his hands, making his lethal claws appear as he threw himself at me. But there was no comparing his idiotic fighting style to my aged wisdom and experience. I simply sidestepped his attack and grabbed him by the throat at the same time.
“You’re a fucking moron Stanley, you know that.” I grinned at him as I added a great deal of pressure to his throat. He tried to say something but it was unintelligible. “What was that Stanley, I didn’t catch that? Did you say you want a stronger hug from my fingers?” I joked as I tightened my grip even further, bringing my claws out as well.
My long, sharp claws instantly dug into his throat, breaking the skin and sending blood pouring down his body.
“Oops, I seemed to have made a booboo.” I laughed as I lifted him in my grip and proceeded to slam him against the ground. “Here, let me help you.”
Once I had Stanley on the ground, me leaning over him, I placed one foot on his chest. I tightened my grip and felt my fingers and claws slide even deeper into his throat. Stanley made a choking noise as my claws dug into his jugular, blood was also beginning to trickle out the side of his mouth.
I smiled at the sight before me. The man was being choked by my hand and his own blood at the same time. It was so satisfying to see. I was about to really enjoy what I was going to do.
With my one foot on Stanley’s chest to hold him down and my claws dug deep to give me a firm hold I started to pull.
I heard the popping, tearing, and screaming as I slowly pulled harder and harder on Stanley’s throat and head. I added my other hand, claws digging in just as far as the ones on the other hand.
With both of my hands now in place it was making my task that much easier. The sight that was playing out before me was not pleasant, for most people anyway, but it made me grin happily.
The skin around the punctures, all the holes I made in Stanley’s neck with my claws, were slowly tearing open. I watched on with pure joy as his head slowly ripped free of his neck. The hot, violent spray of blood that accompanied it didn’t even annoy me, it was satisfying because I was the one who had caused it, I was the one who had killed that little fucking piss ant.
“Hmm, what should I do with your head?” I mused, asking the dead man as I stood up, his blood dripping off my face like it was nothing more than sweat caused by an intense workout. “I think I will give you to Joaquin as a wedding present. He should like that.” I laughed then, it sounded normal to me but based on the looks from the men around me it must have been at least a little maniacal. Oh well, I wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. I was glad that I had killed that fucking asshole. That was one less thing we all needed to worry about.
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Carter
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There had been so many changes recently, ever since my cousin had mated with the alpha. Her life had been turned upside down, and try as I might to stick by her side to protect her, I just wasn’t able to.
I had immediately joined the pack warriors with hopes of being one of her personal guards so I knew that she was safe. But I was assigned elsewhere. I don’t know if that was done on purpose, out of spite, or if it was just the way things were.
No, I was assigned to be a scout. A spy as it were. My job was to infiltrate other packs and find out if they were involved in the attacks on my cousin. So, I guess in a way I was helping her, just not directly.
I had been at this job for nearly two months and I was already in the third enemy pack. The packs I was being sent to were not close. They were the packs on the very fringe of our territory.
Our pack, the Red Springs Pack, was the largest in the entire country. But most people didn’t know that. Most other packs didn’t pay attention to what happened that far beyond their borders so they just didn’t care.
But our pack has apparently been very prosperous over the last several generations and we have acquired more fealty packs and treaty packs than any other werewolf pack had ever done in our species’ history.
I didn’t care for our current alpha though. He claimed my cousin, my little sister of sorts, and he proceeded to force her to move into his house immediately. And that had happened on the day of the first attack.
That first attack had been from a rogue, or so they say, but I didn’t trust him at all. Joaquin, the alpha, just seemed like an asshole to me. He was someone that I needed to protect my innocent little cousin from.
I was just two years older than Riviana, and my parents raised her since she was three months old. There isn’t a part of my memory that doesn’t have her there like the little sister my parents never had. They didn’t need to since Riviana was my sister. I had always thought of her that way anyway. And now my little sister was in danger.
This pack I was spying on now was about six hours or so away from home. The Black Canyons Pack, run by a mean son of a bitch named Bryce. Or at least everyone said he was mean. I had only met him once and all he did was grunt at me.
My story was that I was a nomad, a drifter, that hadn’t felt at home in my family pack. I wasn’t a threat to them so as long as I didn’t do anything wrong or try to hurt anyone I was allowed to be here.
I had always been good at blending into the people around me and I was even better at people pleasing. That was one reason I was so good at my job. No one suspected anything from me, most of the time they often just forgot that I was even there to begin with.
Out of all the pack I had been to so far, this one had the most potential for being behind those unfounded attacks. Bryce, the alpha, hated every other pack in the country. That was common knowledge. Also, this was the second largest pack in our area and the fifth largest pack in the country. If they were going to try and take over they were the one with the most chance at succeeding.
Another anomaly with this pack was that they were the only one to give me a job right away. I was put on perimeter patrol. Apparently, they had had some problems with people, other shadow worlders, sneaking around in the past and Bryce didn’t like to share his land.
It was during one of these perimeter patrols, one really close to the alpha’s estate, that I smelled the most amazing scent in the world. It was like sweet flowers, a bunch of them. Daisies, jasmine, lilies, roses, and so many more I couldn’t place. It smelled like a greenhouse.
I just smiled with a dazed look on my face while I patrolled the area. I was moving closer and closer to the house, weaving in and out of the trees. The scent would get stronger the closer I was to the house, but it would fade the farther away I went.
I would catch the slightest trace of the scent on my path, like whoever it belonged to had gone on a run in the area. I almost felt like a cartoon character, ready to be lifted off the ground only to start being dragged around by my nose as it followed the trail.
I knew what this scent meant. This was my nose telling me that I had found my mate. This was going to be the best day of my life. I would find her, convince her to run away from her pack and join my pack. We would live together in eternal bliss, growing older as we watched our children grow up around us. It was the life every wolf wanted.
