Bad For A Weekend Alpha

Emerson POV,

Have you ever felt like an option in your life? I don't mean to say when you love someone and he treats you any less. What I'm saying is when the whole world is against you, you feel cornered right? I feel worse, there is no space in mind to retreat to.

As a wolf it means alot to me, I feel at the corner with all but myself. I raised my head from the palm of my hand where it had been buried like concrete for hours.

My leg hurts from running errands for Nicholas, as my eyes meet his sweat beaded my whole face and my heart bumped like it had hit a gallop into a loud thud.

"Pack weirdo! Get me a glass of water!" He yelled at me, he scrounged his brow with a mean glare.

And I hurried on my aching heels to serve him, our Alpha. I stepped closer with fear he might break my bones.

"What has gotten into you? Stop being sluggish and step closer." He tugged hard at my wrist as his words burned down my throat. "Who is going to save you now that I'm the Alpha?" He jerked the glass, the water in the glass spluttered and I stumbled falling on my back.

Laughter roared through the big enormous lounge, I looked to the side to escape another episode of mocking from my pack member but it never helped.

"She could barely see!" Nicholas mocked me with no emotion in his tone. "Stop glaring at me, your father made all of these for you right." He said dryly, reminding me of my dead parents.

"He is your father too." I try to remind him to watch his mouth, perhaps to annoy him the most.

It was true and it hurts me that I'm different too. When I was seven, I would play with other kids but they wouldn't buy me time when one of them stepped up and hit their palm to my chest cursing me or when I saw fangs at the corner ready to devour me. I think it was an illusion but even the adults at the training center hated my eyes. I never knew what it means to be different until my father passed away. I never knew what it means to have reptilian eyes among wolves. Parents are shields to every arrow- tears gushed out of my eyes.

I grazed my hand on the floor with the tears rolling down my eyes uncontrolled. Sometimes I miss my father and the other I have an anger inside of me as to why he brought this self-conceited BASTARD into the world.

"Back off!" I shout at his friend, a beta of our pack that offers me a helping hand.

When I got up. I felt a pull, it was not like anything I have ever felt. It burned like bruises and had my head standing against my follicles. As I bend backwards, I strived to move forward and break free but it will only give Nicholas the pleasure of seeing me in pain as he tightened his grip on my long butterscotch hair.

"At least this will scratch some sense into you. I hate to be reminded I have a sister, but I was patient enough. Imagine your little world has crumbled."

"Let go of my hair! Nicholas!" I blinked my eyes out, it was effortless, everyone in the lounge looked distracted by the drama that my feeling was nothing but an ant to them. Except for the show.

"Alpha! Not until you call me your Alpha."

I spit on the ground. "Never!" He yanked harder into my hair, I roared out, and the pain ran through me like I was shifting on a full moon.

"Help me... please." I mind-linked, it was useless, it reminded me of my father but he's no more, I have to stop this, no one is coming to my rescue.

"Bitch!" He drags me pulling out my hair.

"Let her go," a cold voice breaks into my shout.

Could someone have heard me?

"Don't you hear the lady, you're hurting her scalp." I eased at the hard tone.

Even if it's the strongest Alpha of the Orlean pack Nicholas will not let his grip off my scalp unless he sees the roots coming out and blood staining my hair.

Nicholas snickered at the word. "Who dares? Fuck! You do not tell me what to do with her?"

Fear built in me like a wave, the feeling was not as decent, it was fetish. I could feel it. If Nicholas lets me go he will be hurting his self-esteem and that will be a huge thing, an Alpha as built as him torturing me will be the most dismay of my life and the man that dares challenge him- a nobody.

I was dying to see his face, his seductive voice will be a landmark to how appealing of a sight he is. He wrapped his hand around Nicholas' wrist. "I don't mean to repeat myself. Let her go."

They glared I think, and a challenge from someone I don't know? Have they lost their mind over a cat eye? His scent was very musky and dark to be from our pack. A rogue?

A rogue can't afford the most luxurious lounge in Lafayette. Curiously I stumbled to one side wincing.

He gazed into my eyes, I got scared by people looking me straight in my eyes. The fact that they will end up spluttering atrocious words like Hey! Reptilian eyes, cursed bitch or cat-eyed bitch hurt my stomach but I see none of those intended in his- cold gazes, no pity either, It was engraved in a completely raw musky stare.

"You are too hard on her Nicholas, she's your sister is she not?" He tilts his head straight.

Nicholas scoffed at the audacity of this man.

"Nicholas?" He was steaming hot, his temper I think was the only thing that makes me not doubt his heritage. "Take him out, we're larger in number, a rogue should know the power of a pack, I would give you the grace to leave without creating chaos."

"I can not do that." My pupil dilated and I was made to look again this time without fighting the urge. I saw how dark and curly his hair was, the creamy ebony accentuated his sharp jawline, his face was slim and his eyes- I could see myself through them. . .

They gave a mixture of gold and green filling in the middle. I was scared and lost in them. They are the most appealing eyes hue I have ever seen making them attractive and healthy. He is not a rogue, at least that made me gulp down my throat without a hiccup.

The stranger turned to me, facing me with his cold gaze. "Give her to me. Looks like her pack doesn't want her, she can help me in my pack. I'm taking her whether you agree or not." He steps closer and throws his coat at me. It was until I felt the warmth of it I realized the chills that were diffusing from the floor onto my chest. My floral shirt had no soul in it, I wanted to whisper but his hazel eyes scared me away- it was sharp and piercing. At least it was attractive and he looks too good not to be appreciated in his pack.

"Who are you to think you can claim Emerson? This is Lafayette. And I own this city, you can't get out alive even if you want to." Nicholas threatens with meandering steps.

"If that's how things work here." He craned his head around and then back to Nicholas, without talking. Throwing him a polo helmet. "Then beat me to duel, that's fair enough, I win I get to own her." His eyes are on me as he speaks. "With my loss, believe me, I will be more than just on my knees for meddling."

Nicholas chuckles, dropping the glass of wine in his left hand and striking closer. He whispers something into the stranger's ear, then pats his shoulder. But his cold eyes made it hard for me to discern. I'm scared and curled into the corner. Whoever this stranger is, his stares are so cold and burning, I'm scared of what his motives are. As to his extent.

Emerson POV,

'A vicious Alpha taking out on Nicholas within his pack over a cursed bitch!'

I looked to find some of the pack members glaring at me, one stuck out his fang and hurdles his way from across the room towards me, I looked down, feeling threatened.

If he gets at me at this speed I will be devoured before the duel even starts. My heart was in heat. My hand clasped to the side of my face covering my ears.

"Hey, beast step aside, and get the bunnies ready. Nicholas can't afford to lose her, hurting his ego will be complicating the situation more."

I slid my eyes shut with a thudding heart, pinching my fingers together. I stare up to figure the mysterious man standing ahead not up to ten feet away from me.

His muscular and gleaning muscles are unmistakable, his appearance is that of a model. Probably that is yet to air on television, only that his coldness gave me a strange feeling but his eyes were so appealing I could use it as dessert.

I want to know this man, and his ordeal for helping me. Stepping closer I find myself stuck to my feet hard on the earth. I feel scared and safe at the same time, he heard my plea, there is no way he will be dangerous.

"Hey take your mallet, you might need a knee pad stuck all over your face, it's four mounted riders against one."

He glared clenching his chilled jaws, I'm not in heat and I shook my head to stop the idea of me under his muscular body his scent mixed with mine. Well, no one had ever loved me. I slapped my cheeks out of the daydream. And quickly looked away with my cheeks red, reminding myself of the strayed wolf and how dangerous they are.

I have heard back members talk about this, where a man will claim the girl out of the blue and then vanish, and the patent of the girls will weep and howl out in the night searching for their daughter. After several months they found an abandoned cabin.

I step in between them as they fix their helmet. Nicholas tosses me to the corner with his helmet.

"I have something to say." I glanced down at the two men with their faceguards. I release my grip on my ruffle skirt now sweeping my floor.

"Step aside sister!" He enunciated the last word mockingly.

"I didn't want to create a problem. I appreciate your kind gesture but I never asked for your help, meddling will not help me."

With his Alpha pride, he mounted the saddle. "I'm not doing it for you."

Then who are you doing it for? I'm scared. I'm really scared I don't know what to say as I grind my teeth together. My feet wobble and Nicholas chuckles hard enough to make me squirm.

"So you're trying your skills with me? Be ready to lose." I ran from the field to the side. Instead of having my face hanging high and mocked like a pitiful petal that lost its blossom, I rather watch by the side.

They hopped on, with every conviction that Nicholas would win with his mounted other riders, I was still fearful of the confidence on this man's face.

His name? He is unusual and different.

He gripped the mallet like a professional. His eyes furrowed inside the helmet and I figured he was looking for a weak spot to hit Nicholas.

Nicholas on the other hand had been renowned for his incapacity. He hated me for that. In the real estate world and the polo world. Father had beaten him to a pulp on several occasions calling him a bastard for his inability. He is never good enough and he played polo to prove his father wrong. When he almost went bankrupt. His veto over the polo house was lost.

But he reopened it after his demise, there is no way a pimp like Nicholas could ever be my fathers' son, his owl-like eyes dilated behind the helmet and he lurched forward.

The mysterious man raised his mallet scooping the ball and the men along with their phonies were out on the dive.

My heart succumbed into a scream thinking what fate lies ahead of me. For the first time, I'm here wishing for Nicholas to win.

"That man is too good to be true." I heard some of the lounge servers swooning over him already. "Wait, did you charm him to go through all this for you?" The ladies poked me from behind and I was silent. If it's at the expense of my money, which I don't have, it will solace me that the mysterious man is leading.

"Fuck off!" I yelled at them and moved my pace.

The game lasted one to three hours more than the usual two hours when the chukkers hit. I noticed some unusual movement from afar. My eyes couldn't see clearly because of the fog.

"Shit! I didn't lose to that bastard!" I notice from the voice it was Nicholas, his insecurity sipping in like a drug. "Don't fucking tell me I did!"

A whole mount against one yet he couldn't win. An arsehole! Pleasure filled my heart at the reminder of how his incompetence still reigns within him.

"The girl is mine." I turn to my left to find my mysterious owner swearing hard. Yes, a meal. Wolves go into the woods for hours looking for what to divulge. If he goes through this duel to own me, I wouldn't be surprised.

"Who are you? Tell me! Who do you think you are?" Nicholas screamed at him, range in his eyes.

For what it's worth, I hid behind the stranger's back, at least he was soft with the woman, with his meal presumably more than Nicholas.

"Rydar, I'm your new owner starting from today, cat eye." His chest rose and fell behind his sweat-stained shirt, from his swell to the muscles and down to every build. He's strong, if not the strongest.

"Are you a warrior?"

"You will find out soon, cat eye."

He is no different, he just called me cat eye. That means me following him as his slave or his meal, my heart breaks, the thought of leaving my mum and my father, leaving Lafayette hurts me, Nicholas I thought will do something and doesn't bother to interfere, instead he walked back to the lounge with his beta wolves. Ryder is like the lord of war, outstanding at winning the game of kings. I stared into his hazel eyes but they were too cold to be true, I've lost myself to an owner I have no idea about-

"Loworth Ryder of New Orleans claims Emerson." I heard the referee announce upon Nicholas's approval. Bastard, he's now done with me. I don't know much of Loworth but I fear this won't be the last time I would be a pawn.

Emerson POV,

He nodded and stepped inside the big mansion in front of us, it was as if I was glued to my feet when I noticed eyes at every corner debugging me. I felt a profiling head on my face, I gulped down at the eerieness of the pack, and I peeped with a ripping heart.

It wasn't an eye but sculptures of statues hanging on the two sides of the wall.

Killing the fright out of me I rushed behind Alpha Ryder mimicking every step he takes like a child learning how to walk. I bumped into his back, my 5in 3ft height was like a mouse hitting a giant wall, I could barely feel my height.

"This is where you will be staying. Monaco will take you to your lodge, feel free in every corner of the mansion. don't go to the annexe." It sounded like a command even with his sluggish and calm tone.

"Why did you help me?" I managed to ask with every ought I might have harnessed, he quirked his brow. "You heard me right? You're not from my pack for did the mind link to work?"

"I didn't hear you." He said dryly. "And I'm not interested in your questions."

"I know you did, there is no way a stranger. . ."

He didn't reply and focused on the catalogues that were handed over to him by the beta voice that came from the side.

He is very strong and likable but somehow I feel I could relate to the coldness that covers his eyes.

When our eyes met I shivered, this doesn't feel normal and at the corner, I feel some of the nausea gathering. Their glare was suspicious and not anything close to friendliness at all.

"You will be serving Alpha Ryder as his omega." A lady voiced. "Mia, that's my name."

"Omega!" I exclaimed.

I was insulted, mocked and not treated anything human but I still preserve my Alpha features. This is like cutting off my limb.

I can't imagine losing my worth and my freedom in a day. "It doesn't matter what you are from your pack, here you will have to earn your place, to start with omega is the best since you will be serving within the pack house."

I feel anger, hatred and the need to suffocate all at once stepping into my soul. Like a woodpecker that has lost his beak, I bit my tongue to the present and forced a pale smile on the head maid. "I figured out as much as I snickered."

I saw the unpleasant glare on her face. It occurred to me that there is no difference from my back and the Alpha bought me out of his wish. I let out a heavy sigh and rubbed my hand along the rim while walking behind Monaco.

His shoulder was broad and he's very tall, all the packs in. . . "New Orleans, you can have a life you want without discrimination, Alpha Ryder will make sure of it." He put his hand softly on my shoulder leaving me at the entrance of where it's supposed to be my chamber.

I yanked the door open hearing the creak, I shut it behind me. The white bead in the chamber beside my bed made a ticking sound, the one you will listen to when you're alone in the woods. To the right was a wall-length mirror not far from it was also a very large closet. I couldn't help myself staring at the room as wide as that of my dad and the bed was too comfy from the view of the luxurious blanket to the wooden frame.

"Who is there?" I asked, preening my head through the window into the garage.

As much as I was exhausted and weeping like a baby at the pain I felt from leaving Lafayette for New Orleans and with the most notorious Alpha ever, I felt flashes of how he would rip me apart as a sacrificial lamb.

I was determined to save myself. I was determined to figure out what he is up to.

I slip into my shoe and slowly open the door and close it more quietly to avoid being noticed. I walked around to the desk rubbing my hand along the interior. I pick up a letter, if I have my phone it would have helped me pinpoint when I arrived and what time it was by the evening.

I'm hungry. It's an awkward feeling being hungry in a house that isn't yours. Asshole, I thought, well. . . he owed me nothing, after all, I'm his omega and I only get to hear commands from him or now my head when I break a plate or run the water carelessly.

"Who do we have here?" I didn't hear anything until I felt a chill through my bone as a hand patted me slowly on my shoulder.

I flipped. "You scared me, what are you doing here?"

"I'm in a more fitted position to ask you that." He cringes his nose, shifting something, obviously my scent.

I should do something, this guy doesn't look friendly. "Well, I. . . I'm new here and I was taking a look around, will your boss have your head because of me Monaco."

Who would be hungry at this hour of the night and he wouldn't believe me if I said I was out looking for what to eat?

"You're the cat girl, Alpha Nicholas brought along, acting like a real cat." He huffed.

I clear my throat. "Words travel fast before I could even step out, wolves and cats don't get along I heard." I take a chuckle expecting a twitch or anything from him. "I'm sorry if I'm being too expressive."

"I'm going to the neighbouring house," he says. "You want to tag along?"

I don't know if this is right but with the pull weight in my heart, I couldn't have turned him down, "Yes, if it sounds cool stepping out. I mean thank you." Monaco held the door for me.

Monaco walks backwards. "Don't stare too much, it will show you're a stranger."

"Alright." I hate parties.

My shoulder elevated at the feeling of belonging, and I trailed behind him.

When he takes a step forward,

"Alpha Loworth Ryder never loses his charm with the ladies," Monaco muttered as he stepped forward. My gaze travelled around with curiosity. Oh, my God. I cover my mouth with unsteady fingers. No, no, no!

He removed his hand from the lady's thigh and they locked their lips kissing, I swallowed hard as his strong hand ripped off muscles that were moving back and forth in between her legs.

Ryder with his other hand holding the glass of bourbon pulled away and I had my eyes on his perfect abs, another lady snuggled up to him with passionate eyes begging him for a kiss while her eyes scanned his waistline, I snapped my eyes from him. And looked at the poolside at the guys swimming to distract me.

I gasped and spun around coming face to face with Ryder. "What are you doing here?"

"I missed my road." I trembled.

"Doesn't seem like one." He snickered.

"We, I uhm..." I've never been a conversationalist since I was the outcast of our pack but feeling his eyes all over me makes me uncomfortable. "I followed Monaco down here, I couldn't sleep."

"You want to learn?" He had his eyes fixed on the blond that swayed her thick ass in the air and a man walked up grabbed her by the waist and rubbed it against himself. I gulped looking away.

"Learn what?" He nods towards them.

"You must be tired." I changed the topic and he chuckled. Dropping the glass of bourbon beside him. "Do you work better at night?"

"Yeah. I stay up pretty late and then sleep in most

mornings. I hope that's not an issue." He leans against the counter as he stares at me.

"No not at all, I'm actually a night owl too." I spilt. Since my father's death, sleep has been the last thing that came to my eyes.

I can't even make eye contact with him. All I think of when I look at him is the part when his hand was in between the lady's leg and he sucked out her lips. God, I should have seen that now I will be blushing anything I loom in his direction. He has a nice hand now that he's standing close to me and that doesn't help the situation.

I need to change the direction of my thoughts!

"Go back to where you come from." He pointed the bourbon towards the exit as a blond walked up to him.

"Alpha Ryder." She bit her tongue.

"I'm not leaving here until I want to," I said annoyingly.

"I won't repeat it."

"You're in no position to order me." I bit back.

"I'm not? I own you, and you can't do anything about that." He rubbed his hand cupping my chin and tilting my head up.

"What if uh, they find out I'm your mate?" I'm not supposed to know any of these. He grinds his jaw and stares into my eyes hitting his hand hard on the car bonnet. He stood above me staring into my eyes. He snickered.

"Don't you dare?"

"The perfect Alpha right, are you going to send me home to figure out why you went over a wage?" He looked back and then at me again, this time his eyes were not on me they were on something else. He started like a lost soul, I don't gave a herb or dinner on me.