Being the Alpha's Wife

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"Are you going to bite Thomas?" Charlotte asks Oliver, who is leaning against the doorway as we all stand inside the police station. "You're going to bite Thomas?"

Oliver mumbles back, "To get him through the rift," at this point. In order to go closer to the officer's desk, he stops leaning against the doorway and begins strolling toward it. To our good fortune, the station wasn't occupied by anyone other than the pack.

In order to clarify, Oliver says, "It's the only way."

The question is posed by Mateo as he makes his way towards the desk where we are all seated. "Just to clarify, are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?"

I used to have a close relationship with Mateo, much like I did with Alexander. However, as he transformed into a psychopath who committed mass murder, that relationship was severed.

While Oliver is going at the plan that is resting on the table, he comments, "Now that Thomas is back, he will be able to assist us in formulating a strategy."

Eloise adds, "He's good at that," as Mateo goes past, and I nod my head in agreement with her statement. His ability to plan had always been strong.

For the second time, Mateo asks, "So the plan is to get Thomas to come up with a plan?" I roll my eyes in response to his question.

Exasperated, I say, "Please shut up," and he smiles at me as he focuses his attention on me.

"Harriet, when you were younger, I used to be your favorite. What happened?" he asks with a smug expression on his lips. "What happened?"

When I think of what Kate Benjamin had done to the Hattie family, I let out a sigh and say, "Kate Benjamin happened." A number of the people who were closest to me and to whom my family was directly attached were murdered by her.

As he whispered, "You're not totally wrong."

In continuation, he says, "Listen, we are the only ones left in Anaheim Hills. If they take us, Charlotte will be the only one left to haunt the place." Charlotte rolls her eyes in response to his comments, and he motions to her.

"That's why I'm the only person that's going in. James, Harriet, and Adam are staying here with Cole. As long as somebody is left in Anaheim Hills, the wild hunt can't move on." Oliver elaborates on a component of the strategy. Considering that one of the alphas was going to be leaving for the Wild Hunt, I was planning on staying here because it would be in my best interest to do so.

The words "I like your plan, Oliver. I really do, especially the part about turning Thomas." are spoken by Mateo as he walks back and forth. "But it can't work."

Eloise asks her father, "How do you know?" this question.

"Logic. Life experience. James, what are the odds he gets taken? What if Thomas isn't there? What if there's no Anaheim Hills for you to come back to?" Mateo continues to pontificate. A portion of what he is saying is something that I agree with, but not all of it.

My eyebrows are furrowed as I ask Mateo, "There's going to be a Anaheim Hills when he comes back. I'll be here along with James. In addition, do you have a better idea?" I question him while furrowing my face.

After a little pause, he says, "Yeah. It's called run like hell." I just roll my eyes.

As he finishes his sentence, he asks, "So, leave in five?" I scoff and then switch my attention back to the paper that is in front of us.

Eloise walks over to her father and delivers the following statement: "You promised you'd help us. We still need to find the rift."

Eloise is whispered to by Mateo, "I didn't promise to help you commit suicide," as Mateo says to her. Wow, he looked like he was truly going to be a father to his child.

According to Oliver, who is participating in the conversation, "If you can't help, we can find it ourselves."

As Mateo looks past Eloise, he turns his attention to Oliver. With a smug expression on his face, Mateo says to Oliver, "I admit that you have a knack for beating the odds. However, this is something that you don't walk away from." Mateo is strolling back towards the doors.

He says, "You run," and then he turns around and walks out the door. "You run."

My eyes roll when I do so. I cry out his name, "You don't deserve the last name, Hattie!" in the hopes that he will recognize it. I take a look at Eloise and notice that her eyes are filled with anguish as she realizes that her father has broken his commitment to her.

I say to Lia, "Trust me, he's always been a dick," while rubbing my hand on her shoulder. "He's all the same."

• ••

When I finally manage to pull my head away from the metal bar, I let out a groan and say, "I really wish we were home right now."

He makes the statement as he sits on the opposite side of the cell and says, "Me too, princess."

All three of them, Charlotte, Oliver, and Eloise, had already left, and I had no idea when they expected to return. Therefore, for the time being, I am in charge.

"It would be a lot more comfortable than an old cell," I add as I turn to gaze at him and reposition my head against the cell. There is a significant difference between the two. As soon as I hear the main doors of the station opening, I gaze directly into his eyes.

I rise up and say, "Adam and Cole are here," and he says the same thing immediately after me. As I left the holding area, I let out a sigh and glanced around. I see Cole and James sitting on the bench, and Adam is looking out the windows.

After noticing that James was holding the sword, I let out a sigh and proceeded to approach them. She poses a query to James: "So we should stay here. Is that what you're thinking?" However, I make my appearance.

I let out a sigh. In a smug tone, I say, "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm thinking." I've never had any feelings for this girl, for whatever reason. It seemed to me that she was overly spoiled. However, whenever I was in her presence, I kept a nice demeanor.

James adds, "It doesn't matter where we are; we still need to figure out how to fight them," and Adam walks up to sit next to him on the bench. "It's not as important where we are right now."

I turn to Elijah and beg for assistance so that I don't have to give a speech. Adam says, "No one can fight them," and I have no choice but to do it.

He gives a slight nod of his head. He chirps, "Douglas can." I mouth thank you, and he smirks slightly. "Douglas can."

The teenagers raise their eyes to Elijah. A question that Cole asks is, "Does he have to remain inside?"

I heave a sigh and do a head nod. "Oliver thinks it's safer. I wish he didn't have to; my head hurts after laying against the bars." I am grumbling. Cole gives a slight nod and glances over at me.

Adam responds, "He's still Elijah," and I roll my eyes in response to her comment of that nature.

"He did save my life, you know? Kind of had a hole in my stomach," I add, forming a hole with my palm as they all look over. "He did save my life." Having recalled the picture, I utter the words, "Very large and very bloody."

When I hear my favorite arrogant voice, they all frown in consternation. "Elijah also saved Oliver. Remember?" he chirps as he leans on the jail bars. "Remember all of this?"

Cole tells me, "He can still hear you," and I throw him a look that expresses my confusion.

"Supernatural hearing," I add, pointing to my ears as I state my claim. A grin appears on my face as I say to Cole, "We can hear literally everything." He laughs.

Adam cries to Elijah, "Then he can also hear me say he needs to shut up so that we can figure out how to fight the Ghost Riders," while peering behind me, who is resting against the doorway. "Then he can also hear me say that he needs to shut up."

Just as I am about to say something, I glance over at Elijah, and his eyes tell me that he already has it. "You don't need to figure it out." According to him.

As James responds in a quiet voice, "Because Douglas already did," he explains. I stare at him out of the corner of my eye.

"If he knew how to fight them, then he might know everything about them," according to Adam.

I grin to myself as I redirect my attention to Elijah. While he is putting his hands through the bars, he asks, "And guess who knows everything there is to know about Mr. Douglas?"

Each of the teenagers in the group sighs as they look towards Elijah. In the process of walking towards his cell, I lean against it with my back to it. He is standing next to me, staring at the group as they get up from their seats and walk over.

As soon as Elijah sees James walking over with the sword, his jaw tightens, and his entire body tenses up. This is just the beginning of the tension. I reach out and take his hand in order to help him relax a little bit.

Elijah expresses his arrogance by saying, "Let's make a deal." With a sigh, I gaze at James and the two teenagers who are sitting close to him.

"We're not letting you out," James responds, and Elijah is seen shaking his head in agreement.

He adds, "No, no, I don't want that," while looking down and smiling. "I don't want that."

Adam sighs loudly and asks, "What do you want, Elijah?" I turn my head to look at Elijah, and he gives me a smirk as he glances up at me.

It is James and Adam, who he looks up at. While he is saying this, he casts his gaze downwards to the shorts that are still in James's hand. "Break the sword."

In response to the bargain, James laughs, and Cole's eyes widen in surprise. While glancing at Elijah, Cole is heard saying, "We are not going to make that deal."

The response that I received from Elijah was, "I hold all the cards," and I groaned and crossed my arms.

Cole looks across at me and declares, "You are locked in a jail cell. You have no cards." I shrug my shoulders in response to his statement. Since Elijah is not going to return, it wouldn't make much of a difference, regardless of what happens. Just as an additional safety measure, the sword should be broken.

Arrogantly, Elijah continues, "You want me to tell you about Douglas," and then he pauses for a moment before continuing. I turn my attention to James, who is pondering the concept on his own.

The next thing he says is, "Break the sword."

It is then that Cole turns around and faces Adam and James. He does this by smacking his lips. I can't help but smirk when he says, "Does anyone else want to do the negotiating?" I suppose he realized that he wasn't going to go far with his efforts.

While Cole is moving to the side, James is directly looking at Elijah. As he continues to stare back at James, he proclaims once again, "Break the sword."

I feel a tiny increase in tension as Adam moves forward. She tried to break the sword, and I yelled at her. "I'll break the sword; I'll break it right in..." She turned her head to look at me, and James stood up.

He begins to stroll directly in front of the cell while uttering the word "Adam." While I moved to my side and continued to lean on the cell, the three of them all looked at Elijah without turning away.

Elijah says, "You break, I talk," while casting a glance at the blade and then returning his attention to James.

I let out a sigh. "It's not like he's going to go on a mass murder spree. There's no one in Anaheim Hills," I replied as I ran my hand through my hair. "There were no people in Anaheim Hills."

After hearing Adam's response, which was, "He could kill us," I looked at her and laughed.

I remark, "He's in a cell. What is he going to do? Spray liquid acid from his tongue or some shit?" She gives me a frown and looks at me with a hostile expression on her face.

Elijah's chuckle can be heard. He then walked back over to the front of the cell, where we were exactly in front of it, and said, "Come on, guys." "Listen, I don't want to be a part of anyone's pack. I don't want anyone's power. All I want is to stay alive," he says as he attempts to negotiate with the group of adolescents who are standing in front of him.

As Adam asks, "How do we know that if we let you out, you won't run?" I intervene and ask him the same question.

I say, "I'm faster than him," while glancing at him with a grin and gently raising my hand.

The moment James looks over at me and rolls his eyes, I offer him a wide smile that is full of cheekiness. The response that James gives is, "We are also not letting him out."

Another thing that James says is, "He's going to tell us from inside here." That is something that I agree with him on, and I nod my head. Despite the fact that it was terrible, it was safer for everyone.

First, Elijah gives the blade a stare, then he glances at me, and last, he looks back at James. He takes a deep breath and gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he says, "I'm still going to need some incentive."

James gives him a look as he walks up to the tabletop after turning around and facing him. As Elijah has achieved his goal, I notice that he is smiling. Everyone in the room turns around and looks at James, who is removing the sword from its plastic case. He pulls it out to its fullest extent and then turns around to face us again.

He then glances back up at Elijah, who is watching with great attention, and then he arranges it so that it is facing the ground. James places his hand on the object that is located above the handle and turns it. As Elijah watches the blade break apart into its component parts and fall to the ground, his eyes follow the pieces.

With a look of annoyance on his face, James looks up at Elijah. After taking a few big breaths, I turned my attention back to Elijah, who was immediately looking at James.

After hearing Elijah exclaim, "He's a Lowenmensch," I find myself frowning in a state of bewilderment. When was the last time I heard that word? It has been a very long time.

Adam poses the question as she brings her arms together and says, "What the hell is a Lowenmensch?"

I gasp and groan inside. When I add, "He's part wolf and part lion," everyone turns their attention to me. "No wonder he was so damn strong. He has the power of a damn lion and werewolf. He's a nastier kind of a bastard."

As I glance, I notice that Elijah is visibly tense. "He was a part of the Ahnenerbe, Hilter's personal project to go to the Occult to win the war," according to Elijah.

Everyone in the room is paying attention as Elijah continues to describe the events that transpired in the 1940s when Douglas had his initial encounter with the Ghost Riders.

As he speaks, we all pay attention and think about what he is saying. After he has finished telling the narrative, he walks over to the bench in his cell and sits down.

Although he is leaning against the counter behind him, James remarks, "Douglas did not beat a Ghost Rider; rather, he ran." It is Adam who is walking with him as he makes his way towards the jail.

Elijah gives a slight nod and then glances to the side. Adam makes the statement, "We broke the sword for nothing," and I roll my eyes in satisfaction.

I raise my eyebrow in response to Cole's interruption. Cole continues, "Wait, if that was back in 1943, where's he been all this time?" after which, Elijah walks to the side of the jail and wraps his fingers around one of the bars. "I don't know where he's been," Cole asks.

Cole is the subject of his gaze. "Douglas pursued his search until he discovered a scientist who he believed could assist him," Elijah continued, pausing for a moment before he let out a sigh. It is three of them. He tightens his grip on the bar.

I say, "The Disquietude Doctors," and Elijah just shakes his head in agreement.

As Elijah begins to explain, I hold my hand over my stomach and think about what Douglas did. "The ghost rider's whip did not go deep enough to take him, but it did leave a gash on his back. He was thrown into the tank, and the wound infected the water. It mixed with the fluid from the vat and actually made him stronger because it made him stronger."

I groan as a chill runs down my back as Elijah adds, "Soaking it in, absorbing the power for seventy years." I am unable to contain my excitement.

"So, he came out with the power of an Alpha, a Lowenmensch, and a Ghost Rider," James says as he paces around the room, and I scoff at his statement.

When Elijah says, "Aside from effect, no one could expect," I roll my eyes and respond with that statement.

"Well damn, someone should've told me before the dumbass put his fist inside my stomach," I respond with sarcasm.

Elijah replies, "I tried to stop you; you're too stubborn," and I smirk, knowing that he was correct in his assessment of my behavior. When James looked at me, I smiled at him. He looked at me.

"So he can fight them," Adam begins as she moves over to James and leans against the counter. "So he can fight them." Adam continues, "He could stop them." Elijah stares between the three of them while resting on the counter throughout this time.

The question that James keeps asking himself is, "Why is he still obsessed? What does he want an army for?" The Nazis were defeated in the war.

When Cole replies, "He doesn't want it for them. The Nazis were just a means to an end. He wants it for himself," we all gaze at him. "He wants it for himself." We are the focus of his attention. As he continues, he says, "His own personal, supernatural army." I respond by widening my eyes in response to his words.

It is with wide eyes that James adds, "We need to warn Oliver," and I agree with him.

As I make my way over to Elijah, I give him a peck on the cheek. "We'll be right back. Don't be dead when I get back, or I'll kill you myself," I add in a frantic tone, and he smiles. "We'll be right back."

I run out of the room, straight behind James, Cole, and Adam, and he says, "Trust me, I won't be dead."

Cole is heard saying, "Yeah, James, come on. We gotta hurry." I hear him say this as he gets keys from the counter in the front of the station.

As James replies, "We can still find him," I nod my head in agreement.

While I am listening to the sound of the doors opening wide and the wind blowing all around the outside, I gaze up to the entrance of the station. As I saw a Ghost Rider materialize with his whip drawn, my eyes widened with surprise.

The moment I notice that Cole's eyes are beginning to widen and that he is attempting to run towards us, I flick out my claws. Cole was lashed about the neck by the ghost rider, who was moving at an excessively rapid pace.

"No!" I hear James shout, and I immediately begin to rush in the direction of Cole.

He yells out, "James, run!" just as a large cloud of green smoke begins to take shape around him, and then he disappears. While I am stopping my sprinting, I flick my claws out, and my fangs begin to grow. As James continues to do the same thing, my eyes turn a brilliant shade of purple.

While I was in the process of running toward the Ghost Rider, James attacked it by running toward it at full speed and punching it. During the moment that he tosses the ghost rider over and onto a desk, my eyes widen in surprise. Although he continues to strike it, the ghost rider manages to catch one of his blows and seize James by the throat.

With a shout, I charge in the direction of the Ghost Rider. James is thrown through the window of the Sheriff's office by the Ghost Rider, despite the fact that I am able to peel him off of him.

It makes me cringe to see glass shattered all over the place. I hear Adam cry, "James!" in response, and the ghost rider's focus immediately shifts to her. When I make an attempt to grab him, he throws me over a desk instead.

When I looked up, I saw James kick the ghost rider through the doorway, and I let out a groan of physical discomfort. One of the desks is struck by the ghost rider as it flies back into the room. As I stand up, James leaps aboard the ghost rider and rides it.

As I make my way over to the rider, he grabs hold of James once more and forces him to the side of the road. In spite of the fact that I am holding onto the weapon and attempting to wrench it out of his hands, I watch him pull it out of his pocket. Despite the fact that I scratch his back with my claws, it does not appear to be of any use.

When I kick the back of his knees, he immediately cowers in fear. I hold onto him and turn him over so that he is lying on the ground. As he stands up once more, I let out a low growl. We both make a dash in the direction of it once James comes to my side.

The spirit rider manages to catch up to the throats and then throws himself backward. I raise my eyes to Adam as she pulls James and assists him in standing up.

In a mumbled voice, she says, "We have to get to Oliver." After getting up, I make my way towards the back door of the station, with James following closely behind me and Adam following closely behind each other.

As I turned around, I noticed that Adam was holding a whip around her wrist. I do this because I hear the whip grabbing onto someone. James makes a beeline for her and makes an effort to cling to her in fear that she may be snatched away. My eyes roll, and I dash back to provide assistance.

During the time that James and I were attempting to pull Adam back, I reached for her, but the ghost rider's hold was too firm. My boots are beginning to slip against the cement floor, and I let out a grunt as I watch them.

Both James and I are exerting every ounce of our strength. In the process of looking over, we all notice that lightning has hit through the other window, and another ghost rider has appeared. I turn my head and see him crack his whip in our direction, but Adam manages to grasp it.

After that, James takes hold of the other whip as well. I moan and can't help but hope that they will just leave us alone. While I am attempting to assist James, I am also holding onto the other whip. As Adam whimpers in the background, we all grunt in unison.

I yelled at him, "Come on, James!" so that he would become enraged and enable us to take advantage of his anger. After letting go of one of the whips, he uses both hands to grip the other one. To the other whip, I perform the same action.

He lets out a grunt of exasperation, and I do the same thing. Both of us are taking many deep breaths. The sound of Adam's voice causes me to shift my head ever-so-slightly around. They are not moving anywhere.

She sobs and whimpers, "James." "You must locate Oliver," she says, and James gives a brief change of direction to his head.

While he is attempting to tighten his grip on you, he cries, "I'm not leaving you." However, his efforts are unsuccessful. As I could feel my feet slipping even more, I let out a groan.

While he moans, he makes another attempt. Adam replies, "You have to," in an effort to convince her partner to stop what he is doing.

She says it once again, and I can't help but agree with her. "You can save me on the other side." This was an excessive amount, and we were squandering our time.