The Alpha's Weakness

[Dove]"Nooo!" A long piercing scream. One of a broken heart and shattered dreams. It could have been mine, but it wasn't. I watched on quietly as an angry finger shot at me like a silver bullet. "Not her! Anyone but her!" A sweet voice that matches the beautiful face continued in its deafening shriek. That face turned to me, its pretty features crushed in pure anger and disgust. "Cole is mine! You--." She was pulled away instantly. Twisting and kicking, she screamed curses that echoed into the background. The names I was called behind my back were not being screamed in the open. 'Burden', 'b*tch', 'slut'. Everyone heard but no one cared. They acted like I deserved them. I knew about them all along. Beautiful face and her chummies didn't bother to hide their mocking expressions, sneaking half-covered smiles whenever I was near. Their private discussions were all about me - my background and my body parts. Silence again. Except for the whispering amongst the pack. Someone

[Dove]"Why are we here?" Even in the dark, I could make out the words on the signboard. CONNIE'S BED & BREAKFAST. The only answer I received was silence. I rolled my eyes and followed his back, trying hard not to look at the hard muscles flexing beneath the wet translucent shirt. If someone told me he was related to an ox, I'd believe it in a second. "Cole!" An exhausted female voice, then an old lady appeared with short permed hair and a floor-caressing black dress. She rushed forward to the towering man before me.Surprisingly, he bent his knees to receive a hug and remained in a bowing stance as the old lady asked about his presence. "I need a room, Connie. Just tonight." His voice was gentler than I could have imagined possible. I swung around, just in time to see a smile - one from a grandson to a grandmother. It was like a burst of sunshine. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly looked away and scanned the space. It was nice, clean and homely. Wood was everywhere; like m

[Dove]I remembered it was this way.The further I moved from the mansion, the blinder I became. If it wasn't for the moonlight, I'd be lost; I'd rather be dead than be found wandering like a lost sheep. Something cracked under my foot and my heart froze. A part of me knew I should turn back - the last thing I wanted was for Cole to find out that I had been snooping around.The other part of me insisted that it was 'necessary'. I mentally slapped myself. Stop repeating his words, Dove! What the hell is wrong with you? That ox-brain of a werewolf was still missing in action. If he wanted to be non-existent, so be it. That arrogant a**hole. My hand shot up to cover my lips. Dove! When did you learn to cuss like that? I scolded silently. Shocked and ashamed, I quickly closed my palms in front of my face as my mind apologized to the Moon Goddess.The path finally came to the familiar opening. This was the place we stopped and turned around. Owin had panicked, half-pushing and hal

[Cole]Cole jumped into the icy waters and emerged feeling even worse. He couldn't shake off the feel of her lips on his, her soft skin, the taste of her mouth and that d*mned alluring scent. She is quickly becoming his most formidable opponent, worse than Jude. The sight of Jude laughing with Dove made his blood boil. That d*mn woman is an incorrigible flirt. First Owin, then Jude. Okay, Jude would have played a part too. Cole rubbed his wet face and groaned with exasperation as he thought about reassigning Jude back to his old post. The elders had reported that Owin was not doing well either, training the young cubs. At the cue, Owin appeared at the riverbank, standing with both feet apart, wearing his usual youthful cheer. Observing Owin, Cole wondered how a mere woman like Dove had the ability to turn this skilled fighter into a thoughtless and forgetful fool? A week ago, Owin had let Dove out of the house without Cole's permission and then brought her to the forbidden sp

[Dove]I knew that it was too good to be true. Standing in the middle of a large concrete platform, the size of a basketball court, I was seething with annoyance and anxiety. I was annoyed at the grinning ox-brained Alpha and anxious about what I was just told. It all started with me leaving the mansion, thrilled with anticipation for more surprises since I had just received two - a couple's breakfast and an invitation for a couple's stroll. It was probably euphoria, or his bloody scent, that made me miss all the signs. So we met the first person, an elder who was in charge of the farmers, Patrick - a short, fast-talking man with bowl-cut hair and an overly kneaded forehead. Cole listened patiently as he rattled off about the recent weather and the reduced harvest, his son who was not training hard enough, to the latest technology - something called a 'mobility' phone - the cubs had read from the newspapers and were fantasizing about.I listened in awe at his sentences that alwa