Alpha and Omega(Icelanders)

I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline and happiness as my sword sliced Bennett's head clean. I ignored the throb in my head, a familiar headache every time a pack member died. It would worsen when the adrenaline dies down. But none of that mattered now. What mattered was the joy I had felt putting a pack member in his place.

I clapped my hands drawing their undivided attention towards me. As usual, I ignored the glares, the looks of disgust and stoic expressions. They don't do a number on me and they would never will, no atter the amount of effort involved.

"So, does anyone want to join him? Your death would be less painful. I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep Mara".

"Don't call me that", I sneered. Joe, my father's younger brother, who has been mate less all his life, and one of those men who think a woman's plae is in the kitchen and well, in his bed, pushed through the throng of angry pack members. I wouldn't blame them. This is the thridy body this week. They shouldn't blame me either. They all tested my patience and if I don't put them in place, they would put me in place.

They made way for Joe, like it was the alpha passing. Most, maybe all my pack members, thought that he should be alpha, because he is my late father's brother but I disagreed. Being an alpha is my birthright, and not even Sleepy Joe can take that from me.

Joe never challenged me for the alpha title, either he was afraid I will behead him in the process or he thinks the pressure would be too much and I would miraculously step down. He can dream all his life, but I didn't ascend the throne just to descend for some pathetic lowlife like Joe to take my place. I never liked Joe and I didn't hesitate to show my dislike.

He smelt of eggs. Rotten, scrambled, boiled or even fried. Joe is an egg, and I hope I could be honoured to break that egg and throw the yoke away.

"Manned up enough to challenge me?" I ask, smiling. The adrenaline is starting to wear off and I am feeling very dizzy. A feeling I didn't like after the adrenaline wears off. I usually blackout, but I am not doing that today, not in front of Sleepy Joe.

"You're nuts, if you think I'm going to challenge you. You will submit to me whether you like it or not".

I laughed. It was bitter and hoarse. "The only way that is possible, is through a fucking challenge. Scared I will end you for good? My my Joe, I didn't know you have grown a pussy overnight".

Joe was about to retort, but was cut off when Bradley ran into the arena, his breaths coming out in short but heavy pants.

"My lady, there was an attack on the clubhouse".

I hid my emotions well just like I usually do every time I hear this type of news. I didn't build a clubhouse just for it to be attacked.

"What happened?"

"It is hard to comprehend my lady. We were all merry and with a blink, there was a fire".

'Where there any survivors?"

"No one except me".

"Do you know who did it?"

"A rogue. He is being interrogated right now as we speak. He hasn't said anything and we were hoping you would interrogate him yourself."

"Thanks for the information Bradley. Don't start building anything for the time being. Increase border patrol. No females or children are allowed to leave the pack borders".

He nodded and I began to move. The duungeons are beneath the arena "Bradley?"

"Yes, my lady?"

"One more thing. Take care of that body will you?"

His smile was tight lipped and he nodded as he went to attend to his father's body.

#

Most rogues that attacked the pack lands came in groups or sought their mates and were wolves who had been banished from their nearest oack from one reason or the other. The ones I accepted obeyed my every command.

Lukas straightened up once he saw me. "He's a tough nut to crack Alpha. He didn't even flinch when I threatened to cut off his tongue. And he won't stop smiling".

When on earth did smiling become a crime? I wouldn't know, since I barely smile.

They never smiled. They either frowned or had a blank look on their faces. I have a feeling this one isn't going to be easy.

"No problem Lukas. Go home to your wife. Do whatever mated couples do and oh, wash your hands before you leave".

He nodded, his eyes silently asking me if I would be okay on my own, alone with this rogue.

I tell him to leave and made my way inside the cell, closing the door behind me.

I shouldn't have closed that door.

His face was beautiful with a few scars that revolved around his eyes and ears. Scars littered his chest. The scar on his nipple caught my attention. There is a small mark on his neck, birthmark maybe and what looked like leftover scars from a collar. His jeans are worn, torn and dirty and boy, they do leave an interesting v-line.

His feet are bare. His arms hang lazily by his sides. His eyes are closed and his hair in a ponytail. The rogue is a little hairy. I can't smell him. This disturbed me a great lot.

"I won't run away if that is what you are afraid of".

His voice is smooth. His pink tongue, (can't believe Lukas wanted to cut it) ran over his bottom lip. His eyes remained closed.

"And why would I worry about you escaping? I wasn't the one who was beaten to a pulp".

"If dear old Lukas couldn't get anything out from me, what makes you think you can?".

"Well, for starters, I am the one who made you speak".

"Lies. I called Lukas a dickhead because of his empty threats".

I rolled my eyes at him, not moving an inch.

"What do you want?".

"I think the question here is what do you want? Females usually don't come to me unless they want something from me".

I rolled my eyes at his comment. Egoistical arsehole.

"I do want something. I want to know why my clubhouse was burned to the ground. I was there, admiring the decor and next think I know there was a fire".

"I don't believe you".

"Fine. Suit yourself. It's not like I give a rat arse of what you think of me".

I am attempting a normal conversation with this, well abnormal man in hopes of getting him to talk. The stench that stuck with him is a clear message to anone except humans that he is a rogue. But to humans, he wears that bad boy personality very well. I don't know wh I am beginning to smell him. He stinks of burnt wood and the scent isn't nice, and that's a lot seeing that I am a wolf.

"It depends on your meaning of that word".

"Are you mocking me?"

"Should I?"

I scowl. "It is not fair if you keep answering m questions with a question".

"Life isn't fair sweetheart. I would totally appreciate it if you would stop trying to make small talk with me".

"You reall should be afraid of me rogue. Most rogues I've come across, don't stay alive for this long".

"Most rogues. Well it is a shame that I don't fit into that category. Don't you have anthing other to do than question me?".

Talking to this guy was not a wise idea. He still hasn't opened his eyes and I secretly wonder why. His eyeballs moved underneath his lids, and he breathes slowly through his mouth. I don't know if it is the wolfs bane that Lukas had forced down his throat or a different matter entirely.

"Open our eyes".

He doesn't respond, but he tilted his head to the side, which meant a no.

"Open your eyes", I repeated each word slowly, infusing my alpha tone into my voice. He does not submit.

He grinned, his voice that lazy drawl that made my insides squirm, his fingers plaing with his nipple. I don't know why, but that action alone seemed to turn me on. Unconsciously, I rubbed my legs together. This has never happened before. It is a good thing his eyes are closed, so he wouldn't see how flushed my cheeks have become. I can't believe a rogue is making me feel this way.

"The alpha thingy doesn't work on me. Plus, you won't like what you will see."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

He continued to play with his nipple, the scarred one, and I am watching him for a while, closing my legs tighter than before. My breaths continued in short pants as it became a little hot down there. His face is calm, and he is completely unaware of what he is doing to me. Once I am tired of him, I am getting laid.

"You don't know me, You don't know my name. You can't possibly expect me to let you see my eyes. Leave me alone. It is best if you go take care of yourself."

My face reddened. He knew. "I don't know what you are talking about".

"I would open my eyes if you promise you would stop questioning me. Promise?"

"Promise".

Cold

That's how my surroundings had become ever since the rogue had opened his eyes. Their total blankness scared me. I wanted to run, but the intensity of his gaze, and the need to see more than his eyes, rooted me in place.

No colour, just like water.

But I had seen. His eyes weren't as colourless as they appeared to be. Now and then a purple dot would appear. He is having an inner turmoil, is what I tell myself evver time that dot appeared.

The eyes always tell you how a person feels, but not his eyes. His eyes leaves you frustrated, because you can't see. His eyes are like staring at a glass of water, desperately trying to find something, anything in that liquid of nothingness.

Another thing I couldn't explain was the internal heat I felt after I had seen his eyes. It was like my body was on fire, the familiar feeling of heat, but this type had me wondering. You don't go into heat until you have found our mate, and neither did my wolf nor I recognize this man as ours.

Then why did I feel the need to rip off my clothes and crave for skin to skin contact?

Cold shower didn't help either. I had opened my windows, hoping that the air would be able to put out that fire, but the cold had been too much, that I wrapped a blanket around myself to protect my nudit from the cold.

Going to the pack doctor is important, and going to see the rogue is another.

Going to the dungeons is a bad idea and I am mad at myself for even considering it. If I went down there, I am going to want him to want me. Having a rogue touch me is as bad as it can get, and as much as I need a fucking relief, he isn't going to be the one to do it. If he ever escapes, even if it is by mistake, the first thing he is going to do is touch me and I can't let that happen.

#

Alpha Davidson is my fuckbuddy. Anytime I needed a relief, he was the one I went to, without the slightest hesitation.

At times, our intimacy would reach a point where he was close to marking me. I worried what his mate would think of him, of us if she found out. Davidson had given up on his mate the first time he fucked me. I know he wants me as his mate, his luna, but I am not going to jeopardize my matebond and his, just for some few hours of fun.

His eyes widened when he took my scantily clad form at his doorway. If he is surprised to see me, then I have come at the wrong time.

He didn't kiss me back when I kissed him and I am sure something is wrong and I just hope it isn't what I think it is.

It was just a few moments of touching here and there, before Daidson pushed me away. I used my hands to cover what I could. The internal heat has lessened, but it was still there. I am no longer cold, just dirty.

"You have found her, haven't you?" my voice is sad as I spoke, my heart breaking.

"Cersei", he says softly.

"Don't call me that David".

"I can't help it. It's not my fault you cut your hair like that".

"It has grown longer".

"You still need a haircut".

"Don't try to change the subject David. We have to talk about it".

"She doesn't even want anything to do with me. She called me a slut and burnt my mattress after learning about us and the others".

I chuckled softly. "I do have to agree with her David. You are a slut".

"That's not the point and you know it. I don't want us to end and you know it".

Sometimes, I wonder how David still maintained his alpha position. Womanizers don't stay on top for that long.

"I don't want to be the other woman David. We all have to make sacrifices at some point. Having a mate is a good thing. You need a luna David and I can't fill that spot, not when she is here. Goodbye David and thanks for tonight and all those other nights".

I shed a tear as I shifted into my wolf. David is the only alpha who thought I deserved to be alpha.

#

The painkillers weren't helping. Cody had prescribed them for me, telling me it would help with the headache and the heat. I had taken a shot of tequila, but even that didn't help.

A week had passed since I left my heart at David's place. I won't lie, I was beginning to like David. I would have accepted his proposal but it wouldn't be fair to anyone.

A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly scrambled around for any piece of clothing. Nudity had become a thing for me, especially in my alone time.

The robe wouldn't cover much but I am not letting whoever that is on the other side look at my body. I flung the door open.

"Eyes up here buddy".

Pink stained his cheeks as he cleared his throat.

"What do you want at this time Bradley? Shouldn't you be asleep or something?".

"Um, Alpha Beckett is here".

"Is he alone?"

"No. He brought someone with him".

I furrowed my brow. What did Beckett want at this time? And that too with a stranger? He was the first alpha who didn't want me around, but thanks to my awesome self, I didn't let him push me around.

Him, together with the other alphas, Davidon included, watched in silence for the arrival of my mate. There was this this sick belief that my mate was the only one who would be able to force me into submission since the other alphas couldn't do it.

"Um, okay", I said, gesturing for him to step aside as I started to move forward.

Bradle stood rooted in his spot. "Er.. my lady don't you think you should put on something before we leave?".

I patted his arm. Look at him getting all concerned.

"Don't worry yourself Bradley. If Beckett can't handle some skin, I'd skin him alive".

Swallowing painfully, he nodded.

Beckett wasn't smiling by the time I reached the living room. He wore his signature look.

"The least you can do on my lands is smile".

His frown only deepened when he took in my appearance.

"A man only smiles when he is happy".

"So you have finally admitted to your long life unhappiness. Man, am I glad".

"My happiness is none of your concern. I didn't come here in the dead of the night to discuss my happiness".

"If not, why did you disturb my sleep?"

Truth be told, I wasn't sleeping and haven't been for a while now. Having a rogue on my lands is unsettling, but it wouldn't cost me my sleep. The internal heat was something I couldn't handle.

Giving myself an orgasm only made things worse.

"The council didn't agree with me when I didn't want that clubhouse. Now look what it has done to my son. Look, see for yourself what your stupid clubhouse has done to my source of pride and joy".

He is ugly.

That was the first thing I noticed. I knew that even without the sideburns, scars and a blind eye, he would still be ugly.

That was the highest form of ugly.

Without blemish, and still be ugly.

If I was his motheer, I would have thrown him to the wolves. Not wolves, since he was a wolf, but to death itself.

Not able to hold it, I laughed.

Beckett frowned at me. "Are you done?"

"This is your source of pride and joy? Now I know why you have been unhappy all your life".

While Bradley was doing all he can to supress his laughter, Beckett was building his rage.

I don't know if it was me or something else, but Beckett didn't shift.

But he didn't leave quietly either. After putting a hole in my wall, he left frowning.

"What was that all about?" I ask Bradley.

He shrugs. "I don't know, but I am advising you my lady. You ought to be careful of that man. He is very angry and might stirr up trouble."

Awww. "It's nice to know that someone cares about my sorry arse. But don't worry yourself about me Bradley. They don't call me alpha for nothing. Now go to sleep Bradley. Tomorrow is going to be a long day".

"Alpha, he has spoken".

Trying not to sound enthusiastic even though I really am, I said, "Really, what did he say?"

Bradle looked anywhere else but me. He was either frightened by my appearance or nervous, probably both.

"Not much".

'Not much' said a lot, but I would let it slide, mostly because he was the last in Bennett's line.

While he waited for a response like my good PA, I cleared my desk, shoving folders and envelopes into a corner. That would come back and bite me in the arse, but there were more important things to deal with, taking my frazzled appearance as an example.

"Bradley, do you have a mirror?"

He seems startled by my question, but quickly recovered his cool like the perfect gentleman he was.

"No, alpha, but I can get one for you".

"And disappear for the rest of the day?" Standing up, I planted myself in front of him, making sure he got a good look at me, I continued. "No Bradley, it doesn't work that way. Now tell me how do I look?"

His look was one of those How-do-I-say-this-without-sounding-abusive?

"Um, you look okay".

"I am everything but okay!" I yell, grabbing Bradley by his collar. Poor guy is probably uncomfortable.

"Look at me Bradley. What do you see?"

He tries to form an answer, pleading eyes meeting mine.

"Poor guy would probably go blind from looking at you".

I inclined my neck to look at that unwanted visitor. Lyles stood at my doorway, with his hands in his pockets.

I let go of Bradley and try to fix the abomination that is my hair.

"Lyles,what brings you to my pack?"

When the son of an enemy makes an appearance, it is never for a good cause.

He assessed me with those beautiful blue eyes of his. "The rogue demands your presence".

"I am not going to see him. No one demands my presence Lyles, you of all people should know that".

"True true. You might want to see him alpha. His appearance will complete yours. Plus, I want to know why and how you kept an Icelander in the cells for three weeks".

#

"Of all the women I have met, you are the only one who wears make up to see a prisoner. Sure you don't have a secret crush on him or something?"

My glare shut him up. Painting m lips the colour of blood isn't considered makeup, but Lyles loves to overexaggerate unimportant things. His burlesque character is something that ruffles my fur.

"So you said that rouge is an Icelander, what is that supposed to mean?"

"All alphas know who an Icelander is. But I am not surprised by your lack of knowledge, since you are not supposed to be where you are now".

If I was human, I would have missed it. Lyles isn't ambitious like Sleepy Joe, but I am certain he must have thought about it once. I mean, who wouldn't?

"If you are asking for a challenge, I would gladly give it to you", I growled.

My wolf is snarling in my head, upset that Lyles wants something that belongs to us, hook, line and sinker.

"I didn't want to leave my mate mate less, that is why I didn't challenge you for the alpha title. All I am saying is, you don't full understand what it means to govern a pack. Being alpha means putting the pack before you. If you don't put an end to this alpha you have somehow managed to capture, the pack will question your leadership and you will lose everything".

I inhaled deeply. His words cut deep. In a way, he is right. I don't care about the pack. I only cared about the benefits of being an alpha. Socialising wasn't one of my strongest suit, thus the reason I avoided the pack members. Even when I did try to socialise, my anger gets the best of me and I end up hurting someone even though I didn't mean to. Somehow, I hope my mate would be able to tame me.

It is a good thing I had plugged in those ear buds Lyles had given me. The noise emitting from the cells, his cell is so loud, that the ear buds are only keeping it to a minimum.

The smell of fresh and dried blood tickled my nose and my stomach churned.

Even after a year and still counting as alpha of this pack, I still am not used to this. I am starting to think coming here and keeping him here was a mistake.

"You can do this", Lyles whispered, patting my back awkwardly. We didn't talk much mostly because of his dad. I shoot him a weak smile, too nervous to argue. I can't do this. I have never tortured a rogue before, more or less an Icelander. I am new to this leading pack business and I spent most of my time proving to egoistic arseholes that women have a place in power.

Silence coated the bloody room, the moment I entered, I take off the ear buds and hand it over to Leo. He nods. My eyes seek out the most important person in the room at the moment, the rogue. I wish I didn't look at him immediately, because that image will be burned into my head forever.

"Alpha", Lukas greeted me with warmth his tone, pressing a wet cloth to his forehead. Everyone in this room, except me and Lyles was coated in blood. His own just happened to be the worst, yet he is still alive.

Annoyance bubbled up within me as I clenched my thighs together. I wish he would just die, so this spell induced heat he was putting me through would stop. My thighs are raw and scratchy and it is all this bastard's fault.

"Those scars. The ones he is coated in. Are they new or old?"

"The one on his polla is new." Lukas grumbled. "The other ones, I don't know, but I am sure as hell that he deserved it".

He leaped to his feet, annoyed with Lukas response, but the shackles held him in place. His blood and cum sprayed on my clothes and Lyles eyes widened when he saw this. This rogue has marked me with his stuff when only my mate was allowed to do that. His scent is permanently imprinted on me. I didn't like it. My wolf grumbled in agreement. Our mate wouldn't like it.

"Bradley told me he has spoken. What did he say?"

It was Leo, Lukas right hand man that answered. "Well, along with profanities, lots and lots, he told us that he is not a rogue".

"I don't believe that", Lyles states firmly.

"Well, your opinion does not matter, only hers does". the rogue speaks and we are all looking at him.

Lyles, Leo and Lukas angrily. I am the only one amazed, well dumbfounded. His voice is lighter than last time and I think it is because of the subsequent blood loss. He is pulling his hair out from his white eyes, with the hand that is not um touching, I mean cleaning himself. If he keeps on using those bloodied boxers, he could get infected.

Fuck, I don't even know why I care.

"Alpha," he says my title lazily, holding my gaze. He is smiling, but it is more of mischief than pain. Fuck me I am scared.

"What do you think of me alpha? Do I look or smell like a rogue to you?".

Absolutely not. Lyles nudges my arm, which makes me realize that I haven't given an answer verbally.

"No", I croaked out, patting my chest. My body is hot and it isn't that I want your touch hot. My wolf is ready to make an appearance even when I didn't want it to.

That could only mean one thing. She didn't trust my decisions with this dangerous male or my mate is near. I really hope it is the latter. At least he could fix this heat and make me feel alive.

"Crinka, are you alright?"

Lyles voice is soft which surprises me. He has always been a hard male.

"Crinka".

My name on his lips has me facing him again.

"Crinka", he says, still smiling. "Cranki would have fit you better. You know, since you are all cranky and mean".

Fed up with his jokes, I throw a firm stare at Leo.

"Take away the boxers, then hit him again".

#

"The council called." Lyles tells me as I exit my room in clean clothes and smelling nice with his scent still on me, still in me.

"What did the fuckers want?".

"They threatened to give Bluemoon a leader, if you haven't found our mate by the end of this month".

"Davidson was a mate less alpha for six years and they never threatened him".

"They knew you would mention that, that is why they took it upon themselves to tell me that the rules are different for a female".

I snort. "As if there has ever been a female in power before".

"How about you?" Lyles asked, raising a brow.

Mates are a touchy subject for me. At times, I thought my mate would reject me for reasons I didn't know existed. Honestly, I didn't know what to expect.

I smile sadly at Lyles.

"If the moon goddess can give me a male who hates children as much as I do, then I am fine with it".