All Chapters of The Alpha's Freakshow: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“You know Alpha Angus?” I ask in shock. “I know of him. He was one of the few growing packs until he got sick. I assumed he died from whatever disease he had.” “Werewolves don’t get diseases,” Jacob scoffs. “We don’t get sick.” “And what would you know? You’ve been a wolf for all of five minutes,” Abraham says, brushing him off. “I was an omega. Born with human qualities in a werewolf world, nothing special but the genes I carry, but Axel fixed that. He made me what I was destined to be.” Jacob says, getting riled up. I reach out and touch his arm. He slides me a glance and bares his teeth before scowling at Abraham and backing off. “I didn’t know omegas could be transformed,” Madelyn says, joining the conversation. “Is there a rule book that states otherwise?” I snark at her.  “Do you think the committee knows?” She whispers to Abraham. He tosses her a stern glare, and she rolls her eyes. “If they d

By the time we all make it out of the small tunnel, the howls sound alerting the entire pack of our escape. Freddie sprints ahead stripping down and taking flight high in the sky. I hurriedly collect the clothing he left behind and break into a sprint, following beneath Freddie as he flies above us, trying to help guide us away.  I can feel the ground rumble behind me as Billy and Emal pick up the pace. Andrew catches up and runs beside me. He gives me a side glance and a smile before kicking into high gear, running up ahead of me. Freddie screeches from above us in a warning and I catch myself slowing my pace slightly to look up. A twig snaps to my left and I stop just in time for a blur to crash into my side.  I grunt in surprise as I’m sent flying and into the trunk of a tree with a hard hollow thud. I gasp out in pain, trying to pull air into my battered lungs in a panic. A wolf growls at me angrily as I blink through the tears st

*Maggie* Billy grumbles next to me as he stokes the fire, trying to avoid the gaze of Beatrice. He is less than thrilled to have found himself mated not only to a wolf but one who is younger by several years and seemingly a little more clingy. Beatrice had stitched him up and cared for him for the past week, but he hilariously seems to be afraid of her.   Billy forces her to maintain a certain distance from him at all times as he tries to decide what he wants to do about being mated when he was resolved to never mate at all. I can understand his reservations, though. When Axel explained the mate bond to me, it was frightening. From an outside view, it sounds like love if forced.  I would say that is akin to an arranged marriage. You are destined to be with this person you do not know and know nothing about and you have no say in the matter. The only difference is that love almost always soon follows if it does not precede

*Axel* The smell of the mushed meat makes my stomach churn. No longer does food look or sound good. My feedings that once were sporadic have become more frequent and better quality. Not that prison food ever tastes or smells good, but it’s better than the literal wet dog food they have been trying to force-feed me for days. They removed Adrianna from my cell over a week ago now, so long gone are the days of her sparing me the occasional roll.  The torture stopped the day they started bringing me food. It should be enough to make me wonder what their plan is, but I’m no idiot. The blue moon is coming. I can feel it buzzing in the back of my mind. My strength wants to afford me comfort, but my lack of nourishing food keeps it tucked away. The ultima will need it to surface when it’s time for him to take over.  The days and the nights blend as I spend most of my time asleep. My body needs to heal. With all the silver and wolfsbane in this room, it seem

I have seen packs before, the mini-cities they create surrounding themselves to keep a secure border or barrier between them and the human world. Always far enough away from the accidental human who might trapeze across their lands unknowingly but close enough to be able to import and export products as needed.It all makes sense, the distance, and the secrecy. I had grown up not knowing a single thing about the packs that clearly surrounded me. Humans and werewolves were never intended to live together. It seems unnatural and unlikely that such powerful beings have a desire to not lord over the weak and meek humans. By keeping them separate, they are protecting the humans and their young children. Yet this pack, this pack, is different. The city is run down. Humans mingle with wolves and vice versa. On closer inspection, everyone looks different. Some look sickly and thin, while others look soulless and angry. This pack is beyond broken an