Claimed by the Alphas: Part Five (5 page)

Caim almost always dreamed of killing, usually in the form of hunting and seizing prey.
At times the killing would take place on the battlefield, as he recounted long past wars with rival packs. On rare occasions, he would dream of his former pack, or his brief time living amongst humans.

Today, he
had dreamed of his father’s mate. Sarah.

Caim had been very small the first time he had met her. She had been small too, hardly half the size of his father and already carrying his second sister in her womb. During the long days their pack had spent sequestered in the small mountain den, she had held Caim close, stroking his hair as he presse
d his ear against her belly. Sarah’s scent had always reminded him of an elusive memory, one that had always been just beyond his reach.

He had awoken to a visceral sense of loss
, only to have his disquiet immediately allayed by the unmistakable change in his mate’s scent. Caim had wanted to wake her right then, and had to stop himself several times from doing so. Instead, he had woken the pack, informing them with an incomparable amount of pride that he was to be a father.

It could be Asch’s son, but Caim did not think so. Even if it were, it would be the first of many
pups she would give them, so the thought did not concern him overmuch.

After a brief time with his pack, he had woken his mate
, no longer able to wait for her to rise on her own. Just as he was finding himself disappointed by her reaction, she had abruptly told him that she was in love with him. This had pleased him, though he had decided not to tell her. Much like her name, it was another thing that he could leverage over her.

To end his exceptional day, Caim intended on having a quick hunt, having a large feast, and then having his mate, at least twice. His plans, however, were soon soured by the scent of blood on the wind. Sable’s
blood, and no small amount of it.

“She’s been gone for hours,” Lotus said in a quiet voice.

Caim felt a heavy weight in his chest. If there was any wolf that he trusted to hold her own, it was Sable. But she could also be careless, especially when she was angry. He had wanted a fight earlier, but a great deal had changed since then, and now he found himself inwardly cursing his friend.

“You will
take my mater underground until I return,” he told Lotus. Raising his voice so that it carried over the crowd, he said, “Let’s go.”

Lotus caught his arm as he made to move
past her. Her lip curling, she told him, “I will not say here and keep your mate entertained while the rest of the pack is—”

“You will do as I say,” Caim said, baring his teeth.

He left her standing on the dais, too angered by her insolence to bother explaining himself. He would find and kill whatever beast had dared to harm Sable, but the safety of his mate was his chief concern.

~~~

Rosie paced nervously as the wolves, headed by Caim, quickly filed out of the den. She looked between the exit and Mila, worrying her bottom lip.

“Should we go with them?” Mila asked her.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Lotus said, stalking down from the dais. Mila took in her reddened face and clenched fists, and decided not to argue with her.

“Where are they going? Is it the cats?”

Lotus’s eye twitched and she folded her arms beneath her high breasts. “I would not know, seeing as how I have been tasked with looking after you.” Her blue eyes flicked over to Rosie. “Why are you still standing here? Do you think that being useless somehow exempts you from defending your pack?”

It was clear to Mila that Lotus was in rare form. Pursing her lips, she put a hand on Rosie’s shoulder.
A small tremor ran through the young woman’s body. Rosie was more apt to run than fight, and when she did fight, well, it was obvious why she tended to avoid physical conflicts. She was just not a fighter.

“Rosie’s staying with me,” she told Lotus.

They stared at each other for a tense moment, before Lotus relented. “So be it. Let’s go.”

Lotus started towards one of the passageways, Rosie falling into step behind her. Mila didn’t immediately follow, instead looking back towards the den exit, where the last of the wolves were making their way out. She knew that there was nothing she could possibly do to help them, and yet hanging back just felt so wrong.
After a brief hesitation, she followed after Lotus and Rosie.

“Where are we going?” she asked as they entered the passageway. It was a small tunnel that led downward, rather than scaling up like most of the others. She hadn’t been down that way before, and could hear running water echoing in the distance.

“Somewhere safe,” Lotus replied in a clipped tone.

Cold air bit at her skin,
numbing her extremities. Nothing but darkness laid ahead, and Mila rushed to catch up to Rosie, hooking their arms together so that she didn’t trip. Rosie moved to grasp Mila’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Do not worry,” Rosie told her. “The cats are prone to these sorts of cowardly tactics, but they would never openly confront the pack.”

From somewhere in the darkness, Lotus said, “They would if we killed one of their own.”

“What?” Mila and Rosie replied in unison.

“Caim killed one of their males,” she informed them. “Likely the one that you encountered at the river, but we will never know, considering he gutted the cat before it had a chance to speak.”

The few bites of venison she’d had hardened in her stomach. Mila placed a hand over her abdomen and took a deep breath through her nose, willing herself not to be sick again.

Although she would be ashamed to admit it, the fact that he had killed the cat didn’t bother her nearly as much as it probably should have. What concerned her far more was the thought of Caim being in harm’s way. She had spent the past two weeks harboring a small, but persistent fear that something would happen to Asch. With Caim dashing off into a dangerous situation as well, she was almost overwhelmed fear.

She kept walking, trying her best not to let Lotus know how
much she’d upset her. The sound of running water became louder, and then she heard splashing.

Rosie came to a stop. “We are going to step down into water now. Be careful,” she advised, helping Mila to step down. Her bare foot came in contact with freezing water, far colder than the river had ever been. She made a noise of discomfort as she fully submerged her foot, the wat
er coming halfway to her knees.

“
Why are we walking in the water?” Mila asked, gritting her teeth to stop them from chattering.

Rosie replied, “In case the cats breach the den. They may follow our scent down here, but they’ll have a hard time tracking us if we move through the water.”

Mila accepted the answer, trudging upstream alongside Rosie. Jagged rocks bit into her feet, but she barely noticed them over the blistering pain of the cold water. Things only got worse from there, and Mila let out a choked cry as Rosie led her under a cascade of water that soaked through her clothes, chilling her to the bone. After that, she just focused on putting one foot in front of the other, rather than screaming.

They had found Sable strung from the oak tree in her human form, crude twine wrapped tightly around her torso, rendering her unable to shift.
Blood oozed from deep lacerations on her back, staining the fresh snow beneath her. The cats had left her alive—barely—most likely to use her as bait to lure the pack.

From their position on the bluff,
Caim had ordered the wolves to disperse in groups of three, hoping to ferret out the enemies, rather than walk into an obvious trap. As he always did, Caim had gone alone. He was stronger by himself, without having to be concerned about the welfare of others. And yet today, he did not feel strong.

Not only had the cats
dealt him a great insult by mutilating Sable, but he could think of little else besides the fact that his mate was still in the den, virtually unprotected. He trusted Lotus to protect her, but knew that if a cat made its way into the den, both of their lives could be in jeopardy. Rather than wishing he could be in two places at once, Caim found that he merely wished he had exercised more restraint with the male he had killed.

Regret was undoubtedly his least favorite emotion.

Dusk was settling in as Caim made his way towards the oak. He could hear the distinct sounds of muffled struggles as his wolves made quick work of the cats, holding fast to their throats until the life drained from their bodies.

Efficient as they were, the element of surprise did not last long, and the remaining cats hastily regrouped and retaliated. Trusting his wolves to han
dle their own, Caim ignored the sounds of battle, sinking down low to covertly reach his destination.

A large male was waiting in the tree, standing perfectly still and poised to attack. When he caught sight of Caim, he bared his teeth, his tail whipping back and forth. Caim recognized his scent, similar to that of the male that he’d killed. As Lotus had postulated, the dead cat had been their leader’s brother.

Sable moaned, drawing Caim’s attention. Her head was lolled back, but he suspected she had caught his scent. His muscles quivered as anger rippled through his body, a growl emanating from his chest. The cat responded, jumping down from the high branch to land smoothly onto his feet. He began stalking back and forth, his yellow eyes trained on Caim.

He was larger than Caim, but not by much.
Caim was not accustomed to being at a size disadvantage, but he did not let it intimidate him. He faced off with the cat, meeting his gaze, unblinking.

While the cat paced restlessly, Caim’s keen eyes searched for
weakness in his enemy’s stance. His usual method of attack was a relentless, frontal assault, but given his very recent miscalculation, he decided it might be prudent to proceed with restraint. The cat clearly wanted to talk to him, though he likely did not want to be the first to shift and make himself vulnerable. No matter how civil her was inclined to be, Caim was not about to make the first concession.

As he predicted, the cat shifted first, morphing into a large man with a fierce countenance.
All of his instincts told Caim to attack him then—go for his throat before the male had the opportunity to shift again—but he ignored them. If they could somehow negotiate a resolution, they would be able to pull their packs back and avoid further death. And so, Caim shifted.

As he felt his human bones and muscles popping into place, he became vaguely aware of a sound behind him.
The soft crunching of snow. Before he could turn to seek out the intruder, a white-hot pain streaked across his back. He was knocked onto his stomach, something sharp pinning him to the ground.

Caim immediately shifted again, knowing full well that it may be too late. His enemies already had the advantage.

~~~

By the time they stopped, taking shelter in a small alcove, Mila nearly collapsed. She slowly lowered herself to the ground, her entire body trembling from the cold. Rosie shifted and curled around Mila in an effort to warm her, but the tremor had set into her bones and refused to leave her.

Lotus was somewhere nearby, though Mila couldn’t see her. The darkness was oppressive, and she realized that the one good thing about walking was that it had given her something to focus on. Something besides the fact that Asch and Caim were both gone, she was worried beyond belief, and she felt ridiculously sick because she was pregnant—which she still didn’t know how she felt about, because she’d just found out
an hour ago
.

She tried to think about something else—anything
else—but the only other thing she could think about was being eaten by giant cats. Cold, miserable, and afraid, she decided to do the one thing that was sure to not solve any of her problems, which was cry.

Mila put her head in her hands, trying to hide her tears. Once she remembered that they could smell it she gave up and just let herself sob.

“Quit your crying,” Lotus ordered.

“Screw you,” Mila replied, swiping her damp sweater sleeve beneath her eyes.

She huffed, before saying, “You cannot speak to me like that.”

“Well, I just did.”

Lotus clicked her tongue. “I pity whatever unfortunate child you give birth to. I have never met such an—”

“Oh my god, will you just shut up?” Mila groaned. “You sound like my mother and it’s seriously getting on my nerves.” Her tears dried up as misery gave way to aggravation.

“I would have never raised such a senseless woman,” Lotus said, giving a dignified snort. “Though I imagine your mother was not much better than you, auctioning her daughter off to live among wolves.”

Mila sighed, wrapping her arms around her body as it was wracked with another tremor. Aside from Asch, she hadn’t told anyone exactly how she’d ended up
joining the pack. After a few days of being with them, it had become apparent that many of the wolves, particularly the numerous ones who hadn’t been born within a pack, longed to be a part of human society. She’d been too embarrassed to admit that she’d volunteered to live the life that they were segregated into, so she had let them believe that she’d come out of duty to her county.

“I got myself into this,” she said, not wanting to be entirely candid.
“If my mother were alive, she probably would have called me senseless too, but she’s not, and she hasn’t been for a long time.”

Miraculously, Lotus finally stopped talking. Mila had almost forgotten how well the ‘Dead Mom’ card worked, though she immediately regretted using it. One of the best aspects of joining the pack was that no one knew her. She could put all of her crap behind her and start a new life.

Instinctively, her hand moved to her stomach, her throat becoming thick with emotion. She was starting a new life. Not just with the baby, but with Asch and Caim, with her new friends, and her new, stupid cave home. No matter how stressful the past few weeks had been, it had somehow also been the happiest time of her life.

Gathering her maturity, she said, “
I’m sorry. I know you’re probably really worried about them too, and you’d rather be out there than stuck down here with a whiney human.” Lotus didn’t rely, so Mila kept talking. “It’s just…I know how easily things like this can fall part. Everything’s fine, so you let your guard down, then the next thing you know, the person you love is getting cancer or being eaten by a giant cat.”

Mila sniffled, dabbing the corners of her eyes. Rosie let out a soft whine of acknowledgement, rubbing her head against Mila’s arm. She leaned back against the wolf, trembling as another shiver ran through her body.

She heard the sound of light footsteps, and then felt the air beside her disturbed as Lotus sat down. She pulled Mila into a loose embrace that somehow didn’t feel awkward. Mila let herself rest her head on Lotus’s shoulder, deriving more than just warmth from the hold.

“We are not friends,” Lotus informed her. Her hands
moved over Mila’s body, pausing to squeeze warmth into Mila’s chilled flesh. “Caim left me in charge of you. I am seeing to your wellbeing.”

Mila nodded into the crook of her shoulder. Lotus hugged her until she stopped shaking, and then she simply held her.