Alpha Ron

Chapter 6

(Little fastfoward)Two days after set up

Location:Red blood pack

Alpha Ron's POV

Tightening the boot lace,I hastily spring up my feets.

Good looks and mirror checks are my least worries.

My pack deserve my protection and before them comes nothing else.

Hastily exiting my king sized ash coloured decorated room,I bump directly into my personal guard who also is the chief guard and warrior leader.

His eyes appear red and swollen. His face gloomy and his vibe pretty dull and unhappy.

 His expression generally foretells negativity and unhappy news.

"Alpha Ron" he bows respectfully.

His bow showcase's and proves respect to I and the royal house hold.

Despite dark and unfavourable days, the bow remains to serve final respect.

"How bad is it?" I observe his darkened expression.

His more darkened expression explains it all. Pretty and extremely terrible.

"Bad my alpha. They're closing on us faster than expected" his sighs.

Those bitchy rouge's!. Never are lessons ever learnt. They attack non stop and remain stubborn as goats.

Their attacks the past few weeks heightens and honestly it enrages and gets on my nerves.

They aim White moon's destruction.

"Those bastard's!" I growl.

"Seems they came perfectly prepared for our downfall?" I chuckle,he nods

Their attack today began extremely powerful and unexpected.

They murdered my first boundary defence troop and advance steadily and unborthered into my pack.

Anyways,history with rouge's continually repeats. They always result defeated and few survivals serve slaves.

Regardless numerous defeats and enslavement, they attack non stop which continually threatens my reign and force me wonder if they attack whole heartedly or are paid and ordered to do so.

"Send the second troops. They battle to their final breath and restrain the rouge's at all cost" I order.

After his departure,I heave heavily.

How long can this attacks continue?.

How long can we withstand their dreadful attacks?.

We may stand the most powerful pack within this century but something must kill a man and every all powerful entity and being posses a secret weak spot.

Today I lost a troop of over two hundred soldiers. That's obviously reduction in my defense strength and packs capability.

Arriving the sitting room,I run towards mum.

Immediately she pulls me into a tight and compassionate hug.

He eyes appears reddish and swollen.

Obvious she's been weeping since the rouge attacks.

"Oh Ron,what really is going on?" she whimpers on my shoulder.

Same as her I've got no ideas.

Yeah,packs are open to rouge attacks but recently ours are extreme and excessive and it scares us all.

"Honestly mom I've got no idea" I break the hug and assist her down a sofa.

"Same as you the consistent attack troubles me and am freaking confused" I release the cat from the bag.

Dad during his reign never experienced such numerous attacks. Certainly these attacks are from some where or someone.

Moon goddess be with us.

"You're joining the battle aren't you?" Her eyes withheld disapproval.

Her disapproval changes nothing. Am packs alpha and my pack need an alpha strength to overcome this inevitable challenge.

I won't watch my pack perish at her happiness.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and family but the pack forever comes first. 

"Yeah mom,the pack needs an alpha strength for victory and that I'll deliver".

Head bent,I anticipate her scoldings and discouragement from engaging the battle rather two warm arms pull me into another warmly hug.

"Stay safe son and destroy those stubborn pests" she pecks my forehead.

Never anticipated such response but yeah I'll go with it.

"Sure mom, I certainly will. Keep Hermione safe till my return!" I hastily exit the royal cottage towards the packs boundaries.

Am Alpha Ron. Alpha over red blood pack, the strongest and most powerful pack of the century.

We're extremely powerful to have conquered numerous neighbouring packs and surpass an estate level.

My pack currently is a town, the second largest pack of the century after the W city.

No show off but am black curly haired. Am a two legged Alpha lycanthrope. My wolf is grey colored and extremely scary.

I likely run the most powerful pack of the century but never am I the most powerful Alpha.

The Most powerful alpha is a close friend of mine and he runs the W city (The wolf city).

He's called The King. He's alpha over other alpha's and known to have absorbed powers of every Alpha he conquers. He currently rules the largest pack of the century, a pack broad and huge as a city.

Combined heavy foot stomps of approaching rouge's and my rebellious guards returns my senses.

Leaping to the war front I emit a defeaning roar.

A powerful roar numbling their irritative attacks and rebellions.

"Why are you here?" I turn to the rouge's.

They chuckle disrespectfully at my questions and slightly it enrages me.

I attempt reasoning and arriving terms with them, not brew a booth bath so I'll permit such disrespectful response slide.

"We're present for red bloods destruction and devastation dummy!" a physcopath amongst them mocks.

My claws gradually sprouts. How dare him?!. How dare him mock me openly.

"Relax alpha, relax!. We're here for truce remember" Logan (my personal guard) observes my rage and whisper knowledge into me .

He's right. No blood shed, only conversation. But anyways I doubt I can put up with their disrespectful act if it continues.

"We battling or this is a boring conversation?" They mock again.

Now's that's it,I can't put up with such insolence and disrespectful attitude.

"Speak not to an alpha in sure manner!" I growl loudly to their quiver.

Their quiver slightly lightens my rage. It teaches them never to mess with an alpha.

His roar alone is capable of destroying them all.

Angrily,their spokesman spits at my booth.

Such insolence, he's definitely dead for such act.

"We answer and respect no one except our leader!" He responds boldly and fearlessly.

Seems he's uneducated over an alpha capabilities.

A claw swipe and his rejected rouge head rolls over the place but guess my theory was correct,the continous attacks were assigned by someone unknown.

"Where then is your leader" I enquire.

I anticipate seeing the bastard. The bastard frequently and non stop disrupting my packs peace and quietness.

The bitch who desires my packs destruction,I'll love speaking with him before ripping his limbs apart.

"You moron, he never unviels himself. He works within the dark,loothing, planning and monitoring. Never will you uncover his identity"

Did this outcast refer me a bastard?. Such audacity,am definitely murdering him but after we've agreed a term.

Ignoring his abuse, I continue.

"Okay outcast,what do you say we make a deal and a peace truce?".

I observe his cringing and somewhat reluctant expression.

He seems eager for the benefits but reluctant over some thing unknown. Finally he gives in.

"What gigs have you?" He gives in.

"End the war, maintain peace and work for me against your master" I propose, he chuckles.

He chuckles embarasses and enrages me.

"That's all?. What's in for us?" He questions.

How dumb is he. He's rescued from my undying wrath, that's their gain.

"You're rescued from my undying wrath,that's your gain. Your lives are rescued and you remain protected from your master in any attack situation" I explain,he mocks.

He dare mock my offer. Am certain to kill their spokesman after the offer acceptance.

"How dumb are we?. Working without payments?,that's very foolish alpha" he mocks.

Oh boy, he's knocked the crazy button. He dared call me foolish,his end certainly is now.

"So you reject the truce?" I battle my rage.

"Obviously we do" he scoff.

He's made the greatest mistake of his short life. If only he knows he's ruined by his decision and If only the warriors know the decision of a single moron doomed their fate all.

I pull logan.

"Ignore the truce, rip them apart but preserve few, they'll be useful for future interrogation and investigation on their unknown master" I whisper to him.

He nods at my order. Seems he crave blood spillage and enjoy blood filled torture.

"Kill them all" I mind link all warriors.

Unexpectedly,we charge at them. Ripping every one and every thing apart.

Welcoming my beast,I charge directly for the spokesman.

***

Caroline's POV

Arriving the market out side our pack boundaries,I heave weakly and tired.

Pleadings with mom against attending the market were useless and futile.

She claims it's amongst my punishment as she have knowledge of my hatred towards the busy los vegas market.

It's busyness cringes my body and being isolated and despised at a tender age am frequently irritated by it all.

The town nearby the market, actually a pack known to us werewolves also ruins my emotions.

It's the most powerful pack of the century and powerful aura's emitting from it's boundaries are extremely suppressive. That I hate and despise.

Done purchasing the necessities for mom, I turn to exit but a power blood stinch behind the market and close to the town's boundaries collides my nostrils.

Ignoring the blood stinch I again commence my exit. That's a powerful and suppressive pack, I wouldn't risk striding close to their boundaries or so I thought.

Numerous thought ruins and control my actions.

Someone unknown is bleeding non stop. He or she maybe alive, you can save him or her" my thoughts ruins me.

Giving in,I dash behind the market towards the packs boundaries.

A horrific sight awaits me.

Blood stinch fills every where and no doubt it smells irritating.

How in the world did this occur and haven't any one smelt the blood nor discover the horrific scene?. I question myself.

Amidst the horrific stinch and blood came a supressing stinch and powerful force.

A hypnotic strawberry, vanilla and chocolate stinch.

A beautiful stinch I crave it's source.

Giving into the all powerful force,I feel drawn and pulled towards a bleeding body.

A masculine body.

Hovering above him the stinch heightens. Despite unconciousness,comfortability and warms wraps around us both and retreating seems impossible.

I feel complete hovering above the body.

I feel his pain and the voidness within his unconciousness.

Finger tipping his cold body, huge sparks surge through my skin and the vanilla fragrance dwells steadily within me.

He's obviously me and I him.

Certainly he's

"My mate!" I gasp.

***

Flash back......

Caroline's POV