Jude And Alpha

Alpha Cain.

The distant church bell dongs is the first thing that brings me out of my hearty sleep. Next is the Christmas music playing from somewhere not too far and it just stops my attempt to return back to sleep.

"We wanna wish you...' The lyrics sound as though they're mocking my lazy ass and only makes noise in my ears, rather than creating excitement in me. But then the church bell that seemed to have stopped ringing a while ago starts to ring again, this time sounding even more terrifying. And it even gets company... Those loud trumpet sounds. Really, Jesus only talked of blowing trumpets whenever the world ends and not on the day he was given birth to! Stupid Christmas morning rituals. Jesus had lived his days the way he deemed it fit and now these people wouldn't even let me enjoy just one good sleep...I'm certain I should've gone down underneath the soil if they celebrated everyone's birthday this way. And it only becomes more annoying when a female voice starts to sing along the lines.

"Turn off the damned radio already!" I order, opening my eyes, unable to tolerate its noise again. The first thing that bathes my eyelids and reminds me it's another brand new day is the rays of the sun coming in directly through the opened windows. This forces me to turn sideways, away from the burning sun and I find Melanie handling the radio. She finally turns it off and restores peace to the room.

"Merry Christmas, alpha. "She greets, one of her huge smiles coming up on her lips. Christmas? Werewolves don't celebrate Christmas. Although we often get holidays, it isn't much as exaggerated as it is by humans. Melanie is human too but a hot one and alpha Dani certainly had a good taste. How much I enjoyed riding her all night.

"Good morning. "I say to her, sitting up on the edge of the bed and watching her. She wears only a bra and panties that barely covers only her nipples and pussy. She's hot and good at pleasing dicks so I don't wonder why Dani still keeps her.

"You've been sleeping all morning. It's almost noon." She tells me as though it's a grudge. Well, I've been up all morning fucking your loose ass. I want to tell her that but I just nod and ask her to come. She obeys, swinging her hips as she approaches me.

"Lower, " I instruct, she giggles and lowers her body just to the degree I like. Grabbing her from behind, I pull her to myself and kiss the skin on her neck. I fondle her backside up and down but that's when I feel that hard metal and alerted, she pulls away from me and springs back.

"What's that?" I ask but she doesn't reply, not until she turns around and I recognize that black metal tucked in her panties...a fucking gun!

"The fucking... Melanie!" I growl, standing on my feet but she's alert and turns before I can get to her. Unrestricted, she pulls the trigger and shoots my leg. Oh, fuck... it's silver bullet! She's just too good.

"You might as well die if you move an inch closer." She warns and I pretend to roll my eyes but fuck... the pain! I'm losing so much blood already.

"He sent you?" I ask, referring to Dani.

"Yes," She nods and grabs her jacket that hangs over the sofa, "And just so you know, he satisfies me better than you do. " Now that hurts.

"You really had to do this?" I question her, the pain increasing as the seconds ticked away. But she doesn't reply to me. She winks, adjusts her dress before leaving the room. Dani comes right in after her, two omegas accompanying him.

"Fucker!" I curse at him, anger surging in me as I try to move but my attempt doesn't only fail but makes me realize just how weak I had gotten by the seconds. I groan as my butts land on the floor with a hard force...Really, it sucks to be me_ enjoy a good ride hours ago only to be threatened to take the last breath.

"Hi, Alpha Cain. The last time I saw you, I remember you slapping my arm and asking me to dare if I could fuck you up. Remember? That was several weeks ago and I wouldn't think the next time would be in a situation as this." He sniggers, obviously making the biggest jest of me and I croak under my breath. How much I loathe traitors...Melanie was such a good night toy but she has to bring this on.

Coming closer, he folds his arms and his lips hold that evil smirk as he says his next mocking statement, "You're sure you don't want to get up and slap my face this time around?" He stops right in front of me and crouches down so that his face is just inches away and his palms rest on either knees. Stinking is his breath that fans my face and annoying is the proximity of our faces. When he attempts to bring his face even closer, I duck mine back, irritated already.

"You stink, Dani. Feces do have a nicer scent than you." I spit at his face. At my insult, the omegas react and move forward to punish me but luckily for me, he stops them with a sign. I'd probably never get my tongue back if the weaklings had pounced their furs on me. But Dani, my opponent looks the least affected and rather holds a dirty smile, bruising my ego.

Dani reaches out for my face and holds...No, fuck... the dastard fucking nips me with all five claws, generating deep pain and making anger soar the more in me.

"I hear the alpha is bisexual...maybe he would like to get fucked by my honourable dick. Do you mind?" Oh, silly! What made the sick thing honorable? I will rather have it chopped, cooked and eaten by me than get fucked by the loser's thing.

"If you call that thing honorable then you really need to see the doctor. " And I'm beginning to wonder if he isn't tired with all the sick games already. Although I try to play along, I'm already getting weak from losing so much blood. One more hour in this insane section then I might just conk.

"Well," He stands properly and folds his arms again, "I'm not here to exchange words with you, Cain. I'm here to make you decide." Decide? Now, it's as if he's just getting to the interesting part of the game which says 'exchange more confusing words with the victim'. I mean if he really doesn't want to exchange words then he should just use the door already. I will appreciate it if he takes his two puppets along with him. And what does he really mean by decide? Except being occasionally rude to him, I don't remember having a big feud or rivalry issue with him. Now he's all speaking in psalms, not proverbs. But Jesus said parables.

"It's Christmas, Dani but you're making it 'Dani'sinsanitymas' for me." I state, not minding the fact that I just created a new word. These must probably be the rituals for ' Dani's insanity-mas'.

But Dani doesn't reply me directly, his eyes rather send messages to me and I follow his gaze to the diamond ring on my right thumb. What? He doesn't want that, does he?

"This?" I ask, waving it in his face and he nods making me conclude he's nothing but childish.

"You want this?" I ask again, refusing to believe it. The diamond ring has been with me ever since dad died five years ago. The clingy thing was given to me by dad but I didn't feel too good about keeping a gift from him, yet no matter how I try to get rid of its presence, it keeps coming back like a string tied to my life.

"Yes!" The sharpness in his voice takes me aback, "I want it and you decide to keep it or keep your life." Oh, now it doesn't sound like a game anymore. He's literally sending a menace.

"They do sell dia-monds, Da-ni." My words drop a syllable per second indicating my own fear. I might be a badass, loose mess but I ain't ready to lose my life for a joke.

"Well, I want that, Cain and you give me that or you give me your life. " If only he stops the joke already and tells me he's just kidding... But his fucking toy sent a silver bullet in my shin and that's the only reason why I'm unable to punch his nose in the moment.

"And what if he doesn't have to decide?" Those words and heroic appearance seems to be nothing but hallucination to me...Black hoods, black pants, black boots, black bag, black gloves, black mask and shades. The only thing visible is... nothing! What is he? Black fairy man appearing from a portal like door that should leak their world to earth? This definitely should be a game. Christmas really got interesting!

"Says who?" Dani turns to him.

"Says me. "And there, I see the real special feature of the game; black fairy man sends two knives from his empty hands that penetrate right into Dani's both palms but I smell and see real blood. While Dani groans in pain, his two omegas spring into action but black fairy man seems to be too perfect and smarter as he succeeds in distracting the both with two clones of his. In a swift, he comes to my side, carries me like some fucking puppy and runs out of the door. Well, this should perhaps be the longest dream I've ever had but biting my bottom lip and getting no environment change, I conclude Father Christmas decided to visit me with a crazy tale to tell.

"What're you?" I ask, giving way to my curiosity rather than bother him to drop me already.

"A magician." Magician? Those sets existed in the '80s.

"A wizard?" I inquire further and he nods. But that just doesn't end my curiosity.

"Why did you save me?" Because the last time I checked no one was ready to help a weak, loose alpha of a broken, savage pack.

"You're injured and losing so much blood already. How come you're only saving up the energy in you to talk?" He smartly skirts my question and indirectly calls me a talkative. I pretend to roll my eyes as we finally reach a building and he unlocks the front door, enabling us to get in.

"Where is this?" I ask, glancing around the room. It's empty and contains only a fireplace and a staircase. He drops me on the floorboards and excuses himself to go get the first-aid. I watch him disappear upstairs and glance around, using the idle moment to understand the exterior. Apart from the fireplace, there's a large wide furniture curved in a semi-circle, clearly for sitting and right in the middle lays a glass table. These being the furniture, there's no other item in the room apart from the chandelier that hangs in the middle of the room. It simply defines a boring, lowlife, lonely man. A waste for such wide space!

Black fairy man soon returns holding a box in his hand. Unlike every other first aid box I've seen, his is red and the first aid sign is rather white. He surely does have a noticeable unique taste. This time he's taken off his hood and shades so I'm able to recognize a bit of his features. He's human, really and not an alien. He's quite an adorable human with silverlike eyes and weaved long hair that I start to get bothered with being unable to see his full face. I would rather have myself fucked by this handsome wizard than by Dani. His first aid tools are also an exception with a special signature on all. Black fairy man helps me with removing the motherfucking bullet and tends to my wounds.

"You've lost too much blood already. When you get back, make sure you have some rest and take medicines. I'm leaving now but be careful, Dani and those two are still very much alive and unharmed. "Even if he gives me a smile, I won't be able to see it with his mask still on.

Unwilling to let go of my savior too soon, I put up an act and pretend to not have heard him due to the mask he's putting on. "What did you say? Are you abusing me? I did not hear you well. You'll have to take off the mask so I can hear. " I tell him but he merely falls for my trick and rather wears his shade and pulls up his hood.

"Wait," I say when he stands up to go, "Do you at least have a name?" He gives me hope by stopping but only feeds me a nod and disappears through no portal but into the thin air. I sigh, depressed and defeated. Why would he really sav

Cain.

"Alpha, " aunty Pam rushes to welcome me with news the moment I get in but she halts on sighting my bandaged leg and that worried look takes up the formerly anticipating look. "What happened?" She questions, bothered.

"Nothing much. Just Dani's shit." I shrug it off and attempt to limp to my desk but she wouldn't let me have it and rather assists me to the desk. The simple gesture from her rather reminds me of my childhood and most of my moments with dad.

"Are you okay?" She asks, still putting on that long face but her voice tells me she's already beginning to panic.

"I'm fine. What were you saying?" She nods and points to a package that's on my desk.

"Someone asked me to give you this minutes ago. Wouldn't leave a name or an address." Anonymous?

"Did you check what's in it?" I ask, stretching forward and grabbing the decorated box. It's a beautiful package but I've often listened to tales of the beautiful package and shitty gift. It's like beautiful outside, stinky inside.

"No."And that leaves me with no other option than to check its content. I lose the ribbons tied around it and unlock it. Opening the box, I find a smaller one in it. Another Christmas game? Open the smaller one and find nothing in it? Or I'm betting it should be a tour for opening boxes. I take it out in an attempt to open it but underneath, I find a folded sheet of paper. My eagerness to find a clue makes me abandon the small box and pick up the paper. I unfold it and see to reading the writing. It's a signature in a name that reads 'Jude'.

"Jude?" I linger on the name as I try to recall any familiarity but none comes.

"Who the hell is Jude?" I direct my question to aunty Pam.

Aunty Pam furrows her brows and takes the letter from my hand, almost yanking it away. She stares at it for too long that her face begins to turn pale before returning it to, "The orphan boy your dad brought to the pack years ago. He alone uses the signature."

"Yes," I say, remembering it all now. The boy who made a nightmare of my childhood days and got all the good compliments from dad. "Everyone called him Jude. " Since no one knew what his name was or who his family was, they simply called him Jude and Jude he simply bore. Dad was the only one ready to accept him and that forced everyone to do likewise. And what now? I thought he died in the attack too. How come I'm receiving a package from him? No, Father Christmas wouldn't go extreme on his pranks!

"Did he wake up from the grave?" I ask but she doesn't give me a reply and her face still holds this pale look.

"Why don't you check what's in it?" Aunty Pam nudges and I take the hint. Unlike the bigger box, the small one is just plain and doesn't have all the decorations like the big one. I open it and there, laying in massive elegance is the hologram watch that I admired for five years, pestered for a year and cried for three months to get only for Jude to make dad get it for him with just one emotionless statement. Filled with annoyance and pride, I close the box and return it back to its package.

"It's the hologram watch you've always wanted. " Yes, it is. It's the rarest watch ever and with no other one like it. Jude only wore it during ceremonies and never really displayed the hologram but I would've guessed it is his since he's the owner but why did he decide to give me the late alpha's extravagant gift?

"Well, I don't like it anymore. " I retort despite the burning desire in me to wear it.

"Is there something else?" I change the topic and she shakes her head indicating a 'no'.

"Nothing. Just the usual Christmas night feast but it doesn't look like you'll be able to come." She's right. I won't like to appear before those backstabbing elders of the pack only for them to call me my father's bastard. It's enough that they call me weak and stupid unlike my father but I won't give them another reason to insult me.

"I'll have my feast elsewhere. " I tell her and she slightly bows before leaving. The minute she's out, my eyes wander back to the package and I feel my wolf nudging me to take it and keep the watch. It was made as a model after my favorite superhero cartoon and ever since then, I've been adoring it that I promised myself to get it no matter what but my dreams shattered the day dad gifted it to Jude and called it his. The scriptwriter was a magician and apart from directing the movie, inventing the hologram watch was his life achievement and it was placed on the market after his death.

The next few minutes, I find myself dissembling the package and checking out the watch but I restrict myself from touching it or turning it on. I find a photograph beneath it, signed with the same signature and turning it around, I find the first photograph dad made us have together. It was the first day I met him. At the first meeting, I was excited with the thought of having a brother to play with but Jude didn't act like one who needed a playmate. He was just as strict and tough as dad and that made me start disliking him at first, but not as when I realized dad preferred him much to me.

And that is that. Christmas doesn't feel like a right holiday this time around. I bet it has never been. Right from the time dad got killed and I was made alpha, it has been from one trouble to another and on and on until earlier this year. Was going to expect a better Christmas but Dani has to bring up his shits and I've not only an injured leg but also a messed up thoughts. Jude shouldn't be alive... but it seems he is!

"Vodka," I say to the barman, assisting myself to feel comfortable on the stool. The short barman nods and goes to bring my order while I glance around the large hall. FaultyEightHrs is a popular club that's known for its entertainment to superhuman beings and sex vipers. It's usually booming and noisy at a night like this since most are taking holidays from the complicated world of theirs.

"Here, man." The barman delivers my order and I acknowledge that with a nod. I pick the glass of chilled vodka and lift it to my lips. It's just the way I love it... But my eyes catch sight of something that makes me drop the shot. No, someone. Holy fucking Melanie wiggling those fucking dirty keister on another guy's dick that is clearly not Dani. I mean the buddy didn't tell me he's got a lot of people to play games with. A smirk playing on my lips, I take out my phone and do a recording long enough to explain what's going on. I send it to my chat with Dani, a rude text following it. When I'm done, I keep my phone back and continue watching her service the strange muffin I'd never see before while I decide whether to go to them or not. Never mind, I'll love to start a sweet revenge.

"Hey, man. Melanie." I call out as I reach them and the two fuckheads turn their attention to me. Ignoring the priceless look on Melanie, I wave at them and slip to the seat just right beside them without asking for permission. Turns out the fucking thing she's chosen over Dani isn't even beta, omega or alpha or some pretty vampire but a fucking weak human. Really.

"I wouldn't think you're cheap, Mela-fucking-devil. " I say sarcastically as I pour myself some fresh shot of hennessy. I won't mind a shot of good wine from the person who's supposed to have aid my death. And she looks like she's just been presented with the biggest Christmas present Santa can ever prepare. Oh, remind me, I should be dead. Right! But it's been magic and Christmas dramas all the way.

"What do you mean?" Melanie's man whore demands, bringing his head closer as if he'd give me a blow in the face right now and I dodge it, not wanting yet another bruise.

"Whoa, human! Keep it low." I say, intentionally having my face turned so he could get a better view. He does a good deal of rethink and reverses his action, placing his hand down and leaning back.

"Good boy." I nod at him, tapping his shoulder, "I'm here for the bitch. Mind excusing yourself?" Even more exaggerated than what I would've expected, he barely states a word and obeys without an argument, by expression or by words.

"Richard!" Melanie calls after him, looking a bit pissed. She stands up to go after him but I stop her by holding her wrist and dragging her back. She falls right on my thighs and I grab her waist, caging her to myself.

"What are you going to do with me?" She asks, her voice failing her already.

"I'm in a bad mood today, thanks to you. I'll just fuck your pretty arse and then..."I stop as I squeeze her butts in my palm and she moans lightly... fucking bitch!

"And then," I falter again as I bring my face closer to her. I bite her earlobe with my fangs and taste her blood as she whimpers. It's bitter_ her blood and her tricks! "And then I'll decide what goes on with you. "

Sex with her is sickening and barely helps my mood. Instead it makes it worse and the fact that she could've been the heroine behind my death earlier just makes me want to thrust my claws into her brains and break those skulls and that makes me go rough with her not for the fun of enjoying myself but for the fun of seeing her hurt. I don't bother reaching orgasm before pulling out, already sick of being in her. Tired already, she barely speaks a word and only watches me as I take several pictures of her nude self and save.

"Sex with you feels like noodles and fondant icing sugar together: makes me sick!" I spit at her before turning to go. It's still midnight so I rather return to the club and find a more interesting partner to take to bed.

As I take my former seat at the bar, I get that familiar feeling of being watched by someone but knowing what might be up, I don't look around for who it is but rather mind my business and have the bartender get me my order, promising to pay for the former and this tonight.

"Thanks," I tell him, my eyes scanning the room for a good partner worthy of the night but I barely find someone single or good enough. All pretty girls and hot guys seem to have been stolen away by another. Even Melanie's human boyfriend already has a new girlfriend by his side. And I end up single on a holiday night...too good to be the only one having a special Xmas experience. Santa should place me a golden crown on new year eve for surviving this shitty game of a present.

"Care for a toast?" The voice behind me draws me out of my thoughts but I barely turn to see who it is.

"If you're ugly, I'm not sure." I jaw a reply, bored from sitting by myself for too long.

"It depends on what you call ugly. "Challenged, I turn to see what there is to see. The smoke puffing out from his mouth is the first thing that presents the idea of an impression. A bad ass? But I whoop, affected by inhaling the smoke.

"Sorry, " He apologizes, dumping the roll and stepping on it. The moment he does that, I get relieved and I'm able to take in his features.

"Hot!" I state, "I don't mind spending the night with you, stud muffin." I send him a wink but the next, something hits me and there, as plain as can be, I recognize the similarities. The same silver eyes from the guy in the picture, from hours ago and from fifteen years ago. And the dark long hair... quite a familiarity!

"Jude?" Just when I thought Christmas dramas are over, I have to flirt with someone that is supposedly dead.

Chapter 3

Missing Ring

Cain.

The sun rays greets me 'morning' after waking up from what seems like a long slumber and I groan. It seems I've been waking up to nothing but the sun these days. I roll to the other end of the bed, reluctant about leaving the comfort of the bed yet.

"You're awake?" That voice leaves me astounded for a minute and makes me confirm that what I would've loved to conclude as part of the dream is nothing but reality. Last night...I can barely remember a thing asides from ending up in bed with him, getting a good ride and being cuddled up. I can't even say the rest of our conversation and to start with, he's the same person I've always despised for five years until he disappeared, concluded to be dead and gone for good! Well, at least he was as good as dead but until the last twenty four hours.

"Good morning, Cain. "He greets as I sit up, the duvet draping down to below my chest. He's naked and I'm no better except for the material covering my abdomen and below. And damn...I must say he has a really good physical and facial features. Damn good, it's great and especially that lil man down there.

'Oh, fuck. Get your senses back, Cain.' My subconscious scolds and I take my eyes away.

"It's no good morning, " I retort, picking up an argument already as I brush my strands away from my face. "It's the worst morning ever. I wouldn't believe you didn't enchant me to end up being fucked by you." He barely chuckles at this and gulps down the water in the cup he holds. It's not funny.

"Everyone thinks you're dead." I tell him, curiosity starting to burn in me again... curiosity that I'll love to get rid of if I can.

"Surprised? Don't tell me you are." Really?

"Well, I am!" I snap my eyes back to him only to be reminded that he is still naked and this causes me to fume. Seeing him so good and better than dead or poor brings back the memories of childhood when dad always regarded him better than me and it hurts that even now, I'm seeing him to be better than me. Fuck, he's more attractive and fucks better.

My sharp reaction seems to surprise him as he stands there, speechless and with no motion. I might have sounded too emotional and rude and all but I can barely give a fuck. I hate this man standing before me and seeing what he has become even makes me want to hate him the more. Want to? No, I fucking despise his good looks and manhood right now and it makes me imagine what I would've become if the attack hadn't come up and he and dad didn't disappear. I would probably still be oppressed by his relationship with dad and not even be able to face myself. Each day would be just another long session of being depressed and frustrated.

"Tell me, who else was supposed to be dead during that fight but isn't?" I ask, sarcastic about him being a survivor.

"Just me." Of course, everything I hated has always been just him.

"Good, then feel free to take the sex as a present for being the only survivor of such a disastrous attack. "I say to him but it's not a nice remark.

"About last night..." He begins and I roll my eyes.

"Last night is nothing but a mistake. "I complete for him, wrapping the duvet around my waist as I get off the bed to leave, sick of staying in the same room with him.

"You still have a grudge against me?" Well, according to him, I have no right to hate him because I don't know who he is. No cause or reason to despise him because he has never done any harm to me. Although it isn't physical, he has inflicted so many pain on me that led me to start hating. First was when he rejected me and called me childish. But it got worse when father started treating him better than me and when he started fulfilling my wishes for himself.

"The only one who doesn't hate you is dad. But if you can just shut up and excuse me."I stop him from talking but as I leave, I listen to the words he say, "Last night was great." Funny though, as much as I hate to admit it, I find myself saying that too and with a foolish grin.

I stay longer in the shower than would've thought as I try to tame my emotions and tell myself to forget all about last night. It didn't happen and I wouldn't have sex with my rival even if I did. I tell myself to conclude it's all a delusion and it isn't real. When done, I pick a random towel from the rails and wrap it around my waist while I dampen my hair with another. When I return to the room, there is no sight of Jude and I find that amazing. Really, I wish he doesn't appear again. Not even in the next five years anymore. I pick my former clothes that lay on the sofa and wear them. I should thank him that he hasn't make a mess of it all. I have no idea where this place is but there's a large window that has no burglary and is twice the size of every average window, hence making it possible for someone to escape right through it. It's just good and I'll rather skip embarrassment caused by fucking Jude than to apologise for it all.

"How did your night go, alpha?"Aunty Pam wouldn't stop smiling at me during breakfast and I'm starting to become sick of it already.

"Not bad," I tell her, managing to give her a lip tight smile but she still doesn't stop smiling and that only tells me she isn't planning to quit the interrogation the way I would love it.

"Do you mind to share?" Now, can someone tell me what has gone wrong in her brains?

"No. And don't ask about it anymore. "I warn, almost too stern but I can hardly give a big fuck about breaking her mind right now. It's clear (that) if I don't stop her, she won't stop herself.

"Alpha," An omega walks in to us and bows, seeking permission to deliver his message.

"Talk on," I order and he looks up.

"The elders are in a meeting and they ask that you come already. " He informs and takes my permission to leave.

Those bloody bastards..! They only see themselves and never care about how the other person would feel. All they want guaranteed is that they would be fine with the belief that they're the pillar of the pack. I turn to aunty Pam, holding a questioning look and she shakes her head, knowing what I'd mean.

"I swear Cain, I know nothing about the meeting. No one informed me about it earlier. "I don't doubt her words and it's not like I do have a choice.

"Be careful and good." Aunty Pam cautions after me as I exit the room.

I enter the courtyard and find them really going on with the meeting with my arrival unnoticed, not until I take the first step.

"You're already here, alpha. Please, take a sit." Elder Malik says and a few turn to look at me but I just pretend to not their burning gaze and walk to take the first lead. The aura soon returns back to the way it was and elder Malik sees to readdressing the rest.

"Since alpha Cain is here already, then we would just get on with our former discussion." He says. Former discussion.

"There's a letter for the elders and it is from Jude, your brother. It's a good thing he is back and since he was mostly with the late alpha before he died, he can be of help and assist you to manage the pack affiars properly. " They sound just like dad; giving him all the praise and indirectly saying he's better than me. Fuck, Jude, what's so special about him? And brother... who ends up having screwed by his brother?

"Jude isn't my brother. He's just a stranger dad brought in and have no origination. " I protest, though I can't tell where exactly this is leading to.

"Late alpha has always treated him as your brother and so he remains. He has written to us that he has no where to go and we've decided to give him the chance and let him stay with us as part of us. " If he can just stop referring him as my brother. And he's going to start living with the pack? What a smarty pant! I'm sure he still has a lot of games to play.

"I'm not letting him stay, "

"We've already decided that he stays in the late alpha's chamber since its the only available room." Oh, wow. What am I alpha for? Since they've decided, why then invite me over to discuss the matter?

"Well then, is that it? I've got something more important to attend to." I tell them, disgusted by the stupid gathering already.

"You'll mind where you are, Cain. "Elder Abel cautions but my anger has gone past that already.

"And you'll mind who you refer to as Cain. " I growl at him, my wolf hankering to lift him up and snap his neck already. It really sucks to be them!

"If I may ask, who are you?" He dares to challenge me and that makes me loose control over to my wolf.

"I'm your alpha, Abel!" I growl as I grab him and without thinking, I lift him up and toss him away carelessly. This surprises them but I only enjoy watching him thresh about on the floor, painfully and cursing. I turn to elder Malik who looks too stupefied to talk, "Next time you call me to a meeting, make sure it's something meaningful. I didn't complain to you about the letters except for the fact that your writing sucks. " I say and turn to leave, ignoring his call after me.

"Alpha," Aunty Pam furrows her brows at me, her hands wrapped around her chest as she waits for me beside my desk, "Did something go wrong in there?" Did something go wrong? How come I don't remember something wrong happening in there? I'll bet the only thing that went wrong was them deciding what happens in the pack without my permission but asides that, all that I think happened was me putting the dog back in its cage.

"No." I take my seat and lean back on the backrest, "Jude is coming to stay over. Prepare dad's chamber for him." For all I care, he isn't dead and that makes me worried. Definitely, there's got to be a pen behind these plots. Plus buddy's a witch, absolutely not something to be trusted.

"Is he living in?" I nod to her irrelevant question and ask her out. Finally tasting the feeling of being alone, I close my eyes and relax into the comfort of the seat as I try to reminisce over everything. I'm alpha Cain of the Backwoods Pack at just twenty four years old. That I succeeded to be alpha is a bigger miracle than it looks. I would've thought dad would pass his crown unto his favourite Jude but something unfortunate had happened that had led to my coronation but even now, the elders don't think I'm worthy enough to be their alpha and they would rather have decisions made among them. About a day ago, someone who I didn't really take to be my enemy tried to kill me and a few hours ago, I had ended up in bed with my childhood rival. That's it and I'm trying to think it's all but a big deal.

And that's when I feel it, the emptiness around my right hand. I snap my eyes open and find my right hand bare. My ring...

"Where the fuck did it go?!"