Chapter 2 Alpha Deimos

"Alpha!" Rafael came barging into my lair. A groan tore out from my throat at the sudden intrusion and sound.

"She is being sentenced to death for murder! The little girl you sent to McCarthy. Here! He just sent a letter to inform you about it. The Council is involved."

A loud growl followed suit, shaking the walls of the room that suddenly felt too small. My wolf and beast perked up at the information.

"When?" Draco's deep raspy voice asked. The temperamental ass had forced himself out to inquire.

Draco was my beast and was always ready to explode, hence why I isolated myself from my pack a lot of times. I snorted at him, and Diego, my wolf, growled at me.

Both of them had been more edgy since three nights ago. They were infuriating and overbearing, usually, but these days had been worse.

"This morning.... Uh... maybe right n..." Rafael didn't get a chance to complete his response when we whizzed past him.

The sudden anger and fear that pulsed through all three of us at the thought of her dying was inexplainable.

I heard Rafael sigh in relief and my anger spiked. "You're coming with me. Have Derrick take over". "Yes, Alpha!."

He had been trying to get me out of my lair but to no avail. And Draco might have threatened him about plucking his legs off if he bothered us again.

He paused for a second, probably to mind link Derrick, and then he shifted to follow our scent. Rafael was my Beta and Derrick was the Gamma.

Raf's wolf stood a proud 6 '2, quite a few feet far from Diego, and roughly 8 inches from Draco. We only shifted into Draco's form when we were at war.

Raf caught up quite easily. The trees whizzed past us while we ran, and in a few minutes, we were skidding to a stop in the middle of the Moonsdale Pack Square.

My paws moved again before I even thought of it. Diego slashed one of his heavy claws through the pillory at an insane speed and he dragged the unconscious girl from the structure before the blade could sever her head off.

The rage that pulsed between us at the thought of what would have happened if we were a second late had my hind legs digging deeply into the ground.

I couldn't see or think clearly. All we saw was Red.

Rafael stood in his 5 ft 8 dark brown wolf between the crowd and Ime The fools were now blinking fast in surprise and shock. Pin-drop silence filled the entire square.

The Royal Guards who came with Elder Anton stepped forward to protect their master. Anton was visibly sweating as he should. I remember the last time I saw him.

"If you don't kill that imp, I will, and you know I will make a spectacle of it", I gritted out to Diego.

Diego snarled as he stalked towards Anton.

Rafael approached us cautiously, but Diego didn't attempt to hand the girl over to him, so he stepped back and covered us. Not like we needed it.

"You are rather fortunate this time. If you so much as breathe in the direction of my mate aga..." A shocked gasp went through the crowd as they started moving back fearfully, "... I will make sure each member of your council receives a part of your body as a souvenir." Anton gulped nervously and nodded rapidly as he suddenly found himself directly in front of Diego.

"I- I swear I- I- I didn't know she- she- aaaagghhhh!! aaaggggghhh!!!" He wailed out as he held the stump left of his left arm.

He ran backwards cowardly, not minding that he stepped over his now headless guards lying on the bloodied floor.

Draco's fury ripped through the atmosphere, and this time, even I didn't want him to hold back. He had taken over from Diego when Anton opened his mouth to speak.

The pack members, who had just realised who they had angered, immediately disappeared in a stampede after witnessing such a gruesome sight, hoping to save themselves from the fury of the god.

His reputation surpassed him, yet some thought he was just a myth, told to scare away little pups. Fucking wolves. Diego bared his canines at me, pissed off.

This group of idiots were a bit farther from the Centre of Moonsdale, where their Packhouse stood.

The training centre and recess parks were held here, away from the elegant and sophisticated areas of the main packhouse.

Those here lived in their own homes but were welcomed to the pack house, as was the case in most packs.

Diego took over and took off with our mate. Rafael followed closely behind. His eyes glazed over as he sent a mind link, probably to Derrick.

Rafael was a reliable Beta and I was very lucky to find him. He always knew what to do and the right time to do it. When he became my Beta, I only had to help him hone his strength and fighting skills.

"You should have killed that prick! What part of killing him did you not understand, you stupid wolf?" Draco fumed.

"You better watch your mouth, boy. We have more important things to deal with than that. She is our mate. Truly." Diego said.

" That's not possible.... How? How is this possible?" I asked.

" She has our heart, it can't be." Draco ranted out to Diego, who had just handed over control to me.

I immediately felt and recognised the sparks and the mate bond. "Selene finally took pity on us," I murmured.

"You bet? She might just take her back just to spite us" Draco replied sorrowfully.

In no time, we were back to Red Creek. We carried our still-unconscious mate to our room in the pack house and laid her on the bed. We contemplated cleaning her ourselves, but on second thought, I sent for Marie.

I didn't trust myself to be around her and not lose control, and I definitely didn't trust Draco or Diego to.

Marie was a mother figure in Red Creek. She fed almost all the pack members each day. Some of the teen wolves helped her cook and clean.

She had assisting omegas, too, but they were all treated well. I made sure every member of the pack, especially omegas, was treated right. Unlike some other packs that treated omegas like dirt. I also abolished slavery in my pack.

Marie came into my room with a bowl of warm water, towels and disinfectants, and spotted the young girl in the bed. "O, zeița mea a lunii; Sărmanul." (Oh my Moon Goddess; the poor thing). She murmured under her breath.

She grabbed a towel and started cleaning her. I stole one last glance at my mate and strode out of the room.

She probably reminded Marie of her own daughter, who had passed years back in a rogue attack when she was on her way back from school.

At the time, a lot of enemies were trying to take the pack from me. I had just ascended the throne when the attack started.

She didn't blame me, but I blamed myself. If I was stronger and faster then, she would be alive.

"Deimos, please, return immediately. It's the girl. She- she-" Marie's distressed voice reached out to me in a mind link.