Chapter 3 The blood Alpha

I instantly took a seat near the

back, next to Jacob and we shared his IPod for the ride. When we arrived, our Alpha gave us a

small speech about presenting ourselves. Our Alpha, Alpha

Jones, was attractive for an

an older man - and always walked with an air of authority.

I climbed off the bus and Jacob placed his hand on my lower back. It was an odd thing for him to do, and I frowned. It wasn't that I had a problem with him touching me, it was just that I was there to find a mate, and his touch was like

a claim. He was warning other males away from me.

"Jake, what are you doing?" I

hissed quietly, as we lined up

at the entrance. As if he hadn't

even realized what he had done, he dropped his hand.

"Sorry," he mumbled, almost embarrassed. As I waited to get my badge - which would say my name, my age, my strength out of ten, and my current pack - I looked around. The entire ritual was held outside.

There were three large marques, all containing food, drink, and other refreshments. People stood around everywhere, just talking and mingling. There was a long queue to get the badges and get

inside.

When I got to the front of the

queue, an elder Werewolf asked

my name and then handed me

my badge. It was small and white, with basic script and words.

Gemini Burn. Strength 3/10. 18

years old. Gresall Wolf Pack. I looked at it with slight distaste, before I clipped it to the top of my

dress.

"The Alpha rated you a three

out of ten?" Jacob asked, looking upset. I gave him a look, telling him I was fine with it. But it wasn't. I knew three was not good. There was only so far my looks could get me. I wouldn't get much attention from the males. Because my pups wouldn't be

Staff.

"What did you get?" I questioned Jacob; changing the subject.

"Six".

"It's alright" he smiled smugly, before giving me a playful smirk.

I giggled, "I'm surprised you got

that high". Annoyed Jacob pushed

my shoulder, I hadn't been

expecting it. I yelped in shock

as I fell backward, but I didn't

hit the floor. No, I hit something worse, or rather someone worse.

I crashed straight into an Alpha.

But not just any Alpha -the scariest Alpha of them all.

The Alpha was tall with a large

build -his chest wide set and

toned, and his tattooed arms were bulging from his shirt. He was a beautiful-looking man; with hair the color of a midnight sky, and eyes

the color of a plush green field in summer. He was a good foot, or

so, taller than me - just adding to

his intimidation.

I was terrified. I had never met a man more scary in my life. His face was void of all emotion as if he was a zombie - completely wiped clean of all thoughts and feelings. I gulped nervously, as his arms steadied me. His hands were firm; as if they were made of steel. I glanced at his badge and almost collapsed.

Alpha Vetteriano. Strength 10/10. 25 years old. Endoro Wolf Pack.

I knew who Alpha Vetteriano was - everyone did. The man was well known, and not for any good reasons. On his eighteenth birthday, he murdered both

his parents, before taking over his Wolf pack. He ran his pack harshly, and if anyone so much as looked at him in a way he didn't like - he would kill them. He was the thing of nightmares, a monster of the greatest heights.

Every year at the Mating Ritual - since his eighteenth birthday - he hadn't picked a mate. He refused to do so, yet he showed up every year; more because he had to, not because he wanted to. That was the last year he would be able to attend, and the last year he would be able to choose. But, everyone knew he would remain mate less - despite the hundreds of She-Wolves who threw themselves at his feet. He was the Blood Alpha - and I had just crashed into him.

"A-Alpha" I stuttered out, jumping away and snapping my head to the floor. I was being submissive - showing him that I understood that he was my superior and I was weaker than him. "I'm sorry, it was an accident. Please forget. I was terrified he was going to kill me; right then and there.

"Look at me" he growled out. His voice was rough and hoarse, a hint of foreignness in his accent - he was a quiet man, I knew that, he never addressed many people. Only a handful of people had ever heard him speak. I gulped

at his tone. But, I didn't dare look up at him. "I said look at me" he

snapped.

I whimpered in fear, as his hand grasped my chin. His hands were hard and callous; as if he spent his entire life doing manual labor. I was shaking, terrified, as he pushed my chin upwards. My eyes, unwillingly, met his. His eyes were large and circular, with a bright green orb that looked both alive and dead at the same time. Alpha Vetteriano scared me to my very core. He didn't get the nickname 'The Blood Alpha' for no reason.

He stared into my eyes for a few seconds - his eyes narrowed as if

he was trying to read my mind. Then, finally, he let go of me, before stepping away. He paused

- fingered my badge to see it clearly - before stalking off. He walked with as much dominance as he started with. When he was completely out of sight, I let out a long shaky breath.

I quickly looked around, noticing everyone's eyes on me - they

all looked as terrified as I felt. I had a feeling they all thought he would have killed me as well. But then, as I reminded myself, he could still come back for me. That thought made me shiver with fear.

"Gem. I am so sorry" Jacob gushed, pulling me into a tight hug. I no longer cared that it may have turned other male Wolves away from me because they thought I was already spoken for because I was still shaking with fear. "I can't believe I almost got you killed" he breathed out, pulling back.

"I was so scared, Jake. I thought he was going to kill me" I muttered. I was close to crying - to breaking down. I didn't have a lot of courage or experience with Alpha, so I felt like I was about to keel over in fear.

"Come on, let's get a drink" Jacob suggested, taking my arm and pulling me towards one of the marquees. He was trying to make me feel better. As we walked away, I glanced to my left to see Alpha Vetteraino once more. And his intense stare was firmly on me.