Reborn For The Vicious Alpha

This was it. She was going to die. That was Freya's thought as the huge black wolf closed up on her. She had just slumped and fell, feeling weak to her bone after getting chased down the wild forest of Eryndor by this very creature she had detested all her life.

As the daughter of the greatest werewolf hunter that had ever existed in this city, it would be a big shame to get eaten up by the species she had hunted along with her father.

Her breath shook, two pairs of oceanic blue eyes narrowing at the fierce golden ones of the wolf.

Just then, she felt the wolf's hot breath on her neck, and she squeezed her eyes shut, ready to be eaten and torn alive. But to her amazement, nothing happened after a few seconds; she only heard its soft purrs. She slowly opened her eyes, still terribly scared, only to find the wolf golden ones peering into hers.

The wolf only stood there, without moving. It wasn't going to kill her? It was staring at her, low growls releasing from its throat. Freya didn't know where she got the courage from, but her interest was deeply piqued.

Slowly, she darted a hand forward and touched the side of its large face even though her fingers were trembling. The wolf held her gaze, unmoving. It was relaxing into her hand. Freya was intrigued. There was something sacred about the moment. But it didn't last.

Within a flash of an eye, someone sprinted forward and jumped on the wolf, diverting its attention from Freya. Before she could comprehend what just happened, she spotted the wolf lying dead on the floor. She gasped, head veering up at the killer. "Lucian?" She called out.

"Are you hurt?" He asked with deep concern lacing his tone as he helped his betrothed up. Freya released puffs of heavy breaths, still obsessing over the recent event.

"I'm fine," Freya lied, wincing as she put weight on her injured ankle. "Thank you." Freya's gray eyes darted to the dead wolf, lingering on it. "What did you kill it with?" She asked with deep curiosity.

"Wolfsbane, blood wolfsbane. It's lethal." Lucian gestured at the poisonous arrows he had used to kill the wolf; Freya nodded, still breathing hard. "S... something doesn't feel right Lucian, like we shouldn't have killed it"

Lucian's eyes softened as he looked at her, brushing a strand of sweaty brunette hair from her face. "You've always been a soft one, but Freya, it's high time you accept who you are, who we are. We are werewolf hunters." He paused looking at her before he continued. "It would have killed you if I didn't act fast, and in cases like this, you don't act on your emotions."

"It didn't look like it was going to kill me." Freya told him, conscience biting hard at her.

"Let's go Freya, your father should be worried." He dismissed her concern. Without another word, Freya limped along with him, wincing as she walked with her injured ankle. Lucian assisted her to lean into him for support as they made their way back to their hidden home.

Just after they left, the dead wolf changed to a lifeless naked human-the heir of the Twilight pack.

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Finally, Freya got home and Lucian narrated their most recent experience to her father, who was also his own master.

"It's a shame that after all the training I've put you through, you still can't kill a wolf. Shame." Hunter Garrick, Freya's father complained, his voice dripping with disdain as his hard glare narrowed at her.

"I tried my best, father," Freya muttered, her shoulder sinking. Her mind went back to the experience. The wolf wasn't going to kill her, it was only staring at her. If she hadn't overthink it then it was even looking at her in an interesting way. She still felt so bad that Lucian had killed it.

"Then your best is not enough." Garrick said coldly, walking around his daughter in circles. "Their kinds killed your mother, and this is the best you could become? I'm not proud of you" Freya's head jerked up, her heart plummeting at her father's harsh words towards her.

"Maybe luring wolves into traps is all you would ever be good for. Someday, I won't be here and you will have to fight for yourself." Freya has had enough. She was tired of always being viewed as the weakling in the hunters' team. She believed she wasn't weak. Her compassion and empathy was what differentiate her from other hunters, but now, she was ready. She would prove to her father that she's no weakling. Lucian, who had been starting at a corner in the large living room all this while gave her a comforting look, she could only nod.

A few days later, a deadly attack like never before struck Greenville, humans were killed and some were adopted. The werewolf hunters in Greenville could only do their best in taking some of the werewolves down. Which was a thing that surprised hunter Garrick. To his best knowledge, they had taken the best of werewolves pack downs-Alpha Zeus pack. So who were these ones and where did they come from? They were vicious. Nothing like the wolves they had killed before.

"It's not any pack we've heard of before master. The Alpha name is Torin. Alpha Torin." Zach, one of hunter Garrick's best men relayed, breathing in hot puffs, an effect of the running he had been doing. He had been away since the previous day, gathering information about the new Alpha whose pack was terrorizing their space.

"Where does this Alpha and his pack live?" Hunter Garrick asked as he paced through his vast luxurious living room with a cold, but curious expression resting on his face.

"According to what I've gathered, he's not an easy prey. Getting to him would need special tactics from us." Zach said, his expression one of slight worry. A sneer found its way to hunter Garrick's lips as he approached the cabinet in the visible inner room that's etched in his living room. He undid a vodka bottle cover and poured a small amount into a glass cup he was holding.

He believed Zach. Out of all his hunters, Zach was the most fearless and dedicated one and he had always trusted him on missions. If Zach said Alpha Torin is dangerous then he is. That meant they had to be cautious and gather enough information about him before they could attack. Just then, a thought slipped in his mind and he let out a smug smile. Amelia, the vicious female hunter, who was also his daughter's best friend, would be sent as bait to the lion's den.

"Call Amelia over" Garrick instructed, but just as Zach was about to turn around, a voice interfered.

"I will do it" Garrick's head darted up from the drink in his hand and even Zach looked surprised.

"Put this mission on me, Father. I will bring Alpha Torin to you, weakened and helpless." Freya declared, her expression reflecting her determined words. She could see the shock, and doubt in her father's expression so she added "I am willing to prove to you that I'm not a weakling father. No one will execute this mission rightly better than the girl who wants to impress her father, and also take revenge on the filthy creatures that killed her mother."

Garrick accessed her closely, his eyes reducing to thin slits. Finally, he spoke. "Promise me you won't return dead," Freya sighed with great relief, a big smile settling on her face. "You will never have to say that twice, father."

Excited with her new mission, Freya rushed to Lucian's quarters to inform her betrothed of the latest improvement, though she knew he might be wary of the danger that surrounds the mission. She bursted into his room without knocking, only to find him in a compromising position with her best friend, Amelia. They were all over each other that they didn't even notice her presence. Her heart constricted painfully in her chest. This was bad. Or...was it?

"Freya! Freya, Wait please." Freya heard him but she didn't stop. She continued to walk. He met up and grabbed her, but she yanked herself free with a force that made him stumble. "Behave Lucian, you don't matter like you think." Her eyes were devoid of emotions as she said this. Even Lucian was dumbfounded as his blue eyes narrowed at her dazedly.

Without another word, she turned and continued walking back to her father's empire, grateful that he stopped following. She felt relieved more than pained. Just now did she realize what she felt for Lucian was out of mere duty.

He was an hunter too, and her father had betrothed her to him since he was young. And when his parents, who were good friends and also co hunters to her father died, her father, Garrick, had taken him in and trained him along with other hunters.

She never liked him more than a friend, but was forced to. If anything, she felt powerful now. She could now concentrate on the mission ahead while she bail herself out of the one-sided union with Lucian now that she had a reasonable excuse for it.

She waited until the next day to tell her father. "You must be delusional if you think I will call off your wedding because of that."

Her father disappointedly said to her face that afternoon, after telling him she caught her betrothed together with her best friend.

"What? Are you joking now, Dad?" A shaky short chuckle left her lips as she spoke, but Garrick didn't look fazed. "My little daughter, in our world, a woman doesn't decide who she marries, her father does."

"Bullshit," She almost choked on her spit as she said that. She turned her back on him, not wanting to hear more and started to walk out of his vast living room.

"Step out of that door, and your mission will be canceled. You will be stripped off your dignity identity as a hunter, and be sent away, defenseless, and forgotten. Don't try me." Her father's threat terrified her that she was forced to halt.

But a voice in her head pushed her. That voice that always tells her things. She didn't know what it was. Her thoughts shouldn't sound so loud in her head like that. "Leave Freya, we have a mission to fulfil." We? She didn't waste a moment longer, she would rather listen to the voice in her head. She felt hypnotized by the voice.

She could remember sharing with her father about the voice that spoke to her and he had dismissed what bothered her by saying that was how lunatics start.

"You need to start practicing more intense hunting training than you spend time with yourself, before the voice in your head makes a lunatic out of you." He had bluntly said to her.

She had been shocked to her bone, but not like she could be very surprised. Her memories of her with her father had been a bruised one. He had trained her with utter coldness, no tenderness.

"You have to be stronger than the ones who murdered your mother, or you will be a prey in this cold world of ours where werewolves are thirsty to swallow us that are not their kind. They only see us as meats. In this world of ours, it's either you or them." She chose her.

Outside felt cold, lonely, and unpredictable. She checked her phone and it was already past 10pm. "Where do we go now?" She asked, hoping that the voice would speak to her again but she heard nothing. Had she made the wrong choice to move out?

Just as she was about to find a church nearby and settle there for the night, the first sound of gunshots erupted in the air and her entire body jolted. It was rare. Normally, if there were to be a fight between humans and werewolves in Hollow Vale, werewolves never use guns. So these were probably not werewolves.

She had a gun. As humans began to fall out of their homes, a feminine voice shouted "The wolves are killing us! We need the hunters' help."

Freya's became more alerted, tugging her gun from her belt and holding it to her side in her right hand. Her blue eyes scanned the area. The part she was in was still safe for now, it was the other part.

Should she step in? She couldn't be stupid. There was no way she could outmatch wolves with guns. She crossed the street and ducked behind a crumbling stone column at a plaza and peered out. She was now in the chaos scene, but she hid herself and peeped from where she was hiding. Her mouth fell open as she sighted one of the men rough handling a lady who looked scared to death.

"Please, please, don't kill me." Her voice shook with deep fear. The scary looking man who looked not more than his mid twenties bared his sharp teeth and fangs dangerously close to the woman who was now on the floor.

"Strip her!" He ordered, and another who was flanking him crouched down and rough handled her till she was stripped naked. The woman was crying now. Freya knew that werewolves were brutal. She had hunted them along with her father and their team before, but werewolves humiliating a woman and stripping her naked in public while tons of street lights hover over them? That terrified her.

"Your kind killed our Alpha's brother. You are all good as dead, because now, you all would be shown how useless your lives are as you serve under the Alpha like common slaves you humans are all meant to be." He now had his hand wrapped around the woman's throat in a choke hold. Looking around with widened eyes, Freya spotted that they were stripping every woman they were able to catch and tying them together. They were all naked.

That petrified her. She would be stripped if she was caught too? Her ego as the daughter to a top hunter flared. No fucking way.

They were not stripping the men, just beating them and tying them together too. Her eyes flicked to one who was fighting them. The wolf didn't spare him as he digged his fangs into his jugular and tear off his throat. Freya gasped out loudly, and they looked her way. Her eyes widened. She had forgotten that the beastly creatures could hear from afar.

"Catch her! She's a hunter," Damn it, they recognized her. She bolted without hesitation. Eyes scanning everywhere. She heard gunshots nearing her but she didn't stop running. The area was quiet already. People had run to protect their dear lives. Suddenly, she halted to catch her breath and noticed she was beside a beauty shop. Its large double doors were open, and she didn't think twice before slipping inside.

Judging from how the inside of the beauty shop was scattered with makeup kits on the floor and some of the chairs that were in tumbled positions on the floor, she could decipher that the workers here had ran too. Where could she hide? She looked up to see a bold designed text written on the wall. "Let's do your special effect makeover" Whatever that meant.

"Close the door, Freya." It was that voice again. She was more than glad to hear it in her head again. She did as told while making sure no one was in sight to see her. Then she retired inside. Now what do she do? Hide? "What do I do next?" She hadn't realized how terrified she was until she spoke, hoping the voice in her head would answer. But just as usually unpredictable at it was, it didn't lend its voice again.

"Damn it, I'm alone." Freya muttered in frustration. There was no way she was risking being caught. They would strip her naked just like they were stripping the women out there. That would be great humiliation for someone of her kind. And the fact that they recognise her would make her own punishment worse. Heck, they would kill her. She sighed as she turned to put off the light in the saloon, but then, her eyes came in contact with the huge mirror in the saloon and a realization set in as she looked at her beautiful feminine reflection.

She could disguise. If she go out there looking like a man, she wouldn't be stripped naked, and luckily, they might not even find out. She should disguise.

Without dwelling on the thought, she started looking around the make up room, searching and grabbing what could be useful. She grabbed a pair of black contact lens and fixed it on her natural blue lens, then she grabbed a scissors and hesitated for a second as she stared at her long hair in the mirror.

She closed her eyes and started cutting it till it was short and was right around her neck. She grabbed a pair of the male wears hung in the closet there and quickly changed into it, after tying a scarf around her chest to make her quite gifted breasts look less visible. The cloth must have belonged to one of the staffs here. She thought. Thanks to him.

After plastering a moustache she saw as part of the special effect kits, she grabbed a beanie and wore it over her head, she checked her reflection in the mirror again. Even she could not recognise herself. She barely had time to make corrections when the door to the saloon suddenly sounded with a bang. They were here.

"We can smell your presence in here, come out or we pull you out and give you a merciless death."

This was it. Freya closed her eyes to regulate her erratic breathing, then put away her gun. She needed to step out.

"We can smell a presence here. Come out, or we pull you out and give you a merciless death." The wolf continued to threaten.

Despite the turmoil Freya felt inside her, she pulled the door open and the cold night air slapped her freshly disguised face. The street was littered with dead bodies, and the scent of metal was strong in the air. There was blood everywhere.

The werewolves were there standing, eyes glowing mysteriously in different colors, but Freya was more angry than afraid. She clenched her jaw at the sad thought that she couldn't kill them all as much as she wanted to. They would overwhelm her and eventually kill her.

A wolf with a jagged scar on his face crossed the space between them and grabbed her roughly like a man they thought she was. She was a warrior, so she had no hard time posing tough.

"Who the hell are you?" He sniffed her body like an animal he was, as if he was suspicious about her. Freya swallowed and kept her voice flat, slightly lowering it to sound more masculine.

"I'm just a stray. Got cut up in the mess."

"Son of a bitch!" One snapped and swaggered towards her but the wolf with the jagged scar raised a hand to stop him. Freya assumed the scarred wolf is a Gamma, while the others are just pack members.

"He's got his shoulders up, you should allow me tear him up a bit and see if he would still have that frown on his moustached-baby face. The pack member threatened.

The Gamma gave him a glare and he retreated, before returning his attention to Freya.

His eyes ran over her face, then trailed down to her shoulders, concealed chest, and masculine clothing. She stiffened as he grabbed her chin roughly, tilting her face up toward the light.

"Hmm. Pretty boy," he muttered, then let her go with a grunt. "Load him up with the rest of the men."

Freya kept her relief hidden as they shoved her toward the others; the human men, who were beaten and bloodied, packed like cattle into the open-back of a transport truck. Meanwhile, the human women, stripped and humiliated, were being forced into an enclosed blacked-out vehicle. Some sobbed silently, others stared blankly ahead as if their souls had already left them.

Freya's chest tightened with fury. At that point, she made a vow to herself. She would be their worst nightmare. But firstly, she would start with their beastly Alpha. The thought of driving a silver blade slowly into his heart almost made her grin. Looking forward to that alone would make any pain she experiences while on this journey worth it.

She looked around her. She was amidst men. And the feel of their bodies pressed together was very uncomfortable for her, but it was better than being naked in the car with the women tied together.

The truck started to lurch forward. Bodies pressed together in the back, the stench of sweat, blood, and fear thickening as they drove toward the unknown. None of the humans were speaking, only the wolves making sour and disrespectful comments.

After what seemed like an hour, the car finally pulled over in front of a large gothic-looking building, surrounded by large medieval-looking gates.

Freya's eyes trailed dazedly over the massive estate before them. Tall iron gates, lined with spikes, stretched high into the sky, while thick walls, reinforced with stone, created an impenetrable perimeter. Beyond the gates, the packhouse loomed. It was a grand, sprawling mansion, its dark stone architecture elegant yet ominous. The estate stretched far, housing multiple buildings, housing quarters, training grounds, watchtowers and several other spaces.

It was one hell of a kingdom. The Alpha must be stinkingly wealthy.

The werewolves hauled the humans out roughly, forcing them into a line. Freya kept her shoulders squared, avoiding sudden movements. Her disguise had worked so far, but she wasn't foolish enough to believe she was safe.

Just as they got into the vast compound and were making their way through the hallway, a group of higher-ranked wolves waiting, watched with amusement as the naked women's bodies were flaunted before them.

"P...please...let me free" one of the women cried out in terror, and before she could think of getting an answer, a hard hand collided harshly with her soft space, causing her head to snap to the side.

None of the humans dared talk. Freya had to school herself to not appear as disgusted as she felt. The sadistic-looking wolf with jagged teeth, who had just slapped the girl hauled her forward roughly by her arm.

He held her hair and tilted her neck back. She gasped as another set of tears fell from her face. "How about I make her my delicious meal for tonight," he growled, his tight grip bruising her flesh as he licked his lower lip with his tongue lustfully.

The woman whimpered as he shoved her down, his hand already working at his belt.

Freya's stomach twisted in revulsion. He was going to take her right there in front of them? The naked girl struggled beneath him as he started groping her. Freya's breath became disturbed and erratic.

There was no way she would watch this happen. She couldn't stand and watch...

"That's enough." A sultry feminine voice suddenly interrupted, causing all heads to turn towards her as she emerged.

A white-haired lady, dressed in a tight black leather jumpsuit that clung to her body surfaced, sauntering to the scene. She was tall, slim, looking sharp everywhere. Even in the dark, her hazel eyes shone brightly, complimenting her long white hair. She looked like a goddess. Freya already had a guess of who she was.

Her eyes flicked to the big black cat she was holding in her hand, it looked scary.

The cruel wolf hesitated before releasing the woman with a reluctant snarl.

"You're all acting like savages," the Luna said, her tone filled with condescension. "The Alpha just lost his brother, and you think this is the time to indulge in cheap sex?" She cast a disgusted glance at the men before curling her lips. "No one touches the humans unless I say so. Do I make myself clear?"

There was absolute silence, then, slowly, the wolves bowed their heads.

Some looked dissatisfied, but none dared to challenge her.

With an air of detached boredom, she began circling the captives, while her fingers idly stroke the black cat in her arms. She scanned each human with the same expression one might give livestock. Then, as she passed Freya, the cat suddenly tensed. Its fur bristled, then it let out series of eerie mews directly at Freya.

Freya stiffened.

The Luna stopped in her tracks. Whenever her cat was like that, then it meant there was something worth of attention it was meowing at. Her lips curled into an amused smile as she tilted her head. "Well, well. What do we have here?"

She stepped closer, peering at Freya with predatory amusement. Freya swallowed and lowered her gaze instinctively to avoid too much scrutiny. Why was the cat like that?

"A pretty young man," the Luna mused.

The Luna's fingers brushed against Freya's chin, tilting her head slightly before nodding in satisfaction. "I'll take this one," she declared like she just discovered a fancy toy she liked.

Freya's pulse stuttered.

"The rest," the Luna continued, "throw them in the basement until the Alpha decides what to do with them."

The men were dragged away, some crying out in protest. The women were herded off in a different direction. And Freya was alone now, following the Luna deeper into the estate.

As they walked through a quiet, secluded path toward a separate building at the back of the packhouse, the Luna finally spoke again.

"What's your name, pretty boy?"

Freya hesitated, as if thinking of a fake name to give her, then replied smoothly, "Ariel."

The Luna's eyes twinkled with interest. "A befitting name. Though a cuter name like Ken would have fitted better " she giggled eerily, stroking the cat in her hand. Her lips quirked in satisfaction. "My little one seems to fancy you. That's why I chose you."

Freya forced a small nod, suppressing the unease curling in her stomach. She had a feeling that the Luna wasn't kind like she seemed. "Yes, she's not kind" That voice that always spoke to her, appeared in her head again but she shunned it.

"You're lucky," The Luna murmured. "Not many humans get to be introduced to our Alpha by me. I guess he would have some errands use for you."

Freya's stomach twisted. This was what she wanted, to be close to the Alpha so that she could carry out her mission. Why was she feeling scared all of a sudden? Her hands moved to the beanie in her head to draw it closer to her brows, then touched her fake moustache to make sure it was still intact.

It wasn't long until they entered a grand hall, and the first thing her eyes settled upon was a dead body on the floor. Then she slowly lifted her gaze to see a massive figure in black cloak seated on a throne, his head bowed, black hair flanking his face and covering his foresight. His two hands that stretched apart on his throne were covered in blood, but there were two female Omegas washing each hand into each small bucket in their hands.

It was Alpha Torin.

"I brought you a gift, my Alpha." Luna Athena announced, her sultry voice even sultrier. She had ignored the dead body they passed like it was nothing. Did the Alpha kill him? Of course he did. That explained the blood they were washing off his hands.

Freya hadn't seen his face yet, but she was already sure he was one twisted looking ugly bastard.

"I have no interest in whatever you bring with you." His baritone voice filled the space, still not looking up. Even his voice was unfriendly, distant, and scary.

Luna Athena's smile only widened. "I'm sure you would want it when you look up to see. Give it a chance." She pressed. Then slowly, and relunctantly, he started to lift his face up.

Freya's lips almost fell as his face came to surface. A god on earth? That was the only description she could come with for the Vicious Alpha. He had never seen any man in her entire life, that was as good looking as him. If gorgeousness was a sin, Alpha Torin was a sin.

How could someone this good-looking be so evil?

"Bring him closer," Freya's chest tightened. He was referring to her. The Luna gestured for her to follow and she did till they were right in front of him. He was even more striking up close. Freya swallowed hard for an entirely different reason that wasn't even out of fear.

He stood in all six-foot-four, towering over Freya, his golden eyes scrutinizing her. Then he said, "I don't want."