Destined for the Alpha (3 page)

She looked around to see wolves around her, they were almost as tall as her and looked up at her eagerly, their black beady eyes reflected the moonlight as they ran around the man who was carrying her. Catherine's curly blonde hair fell in front of her face and she couldn't see them anymore, just the skin of the man who was carrying her. Fear thrummed through her body as she was carried patiently through the forest, down hills, over rivers, and through dense brush. Nothing touched her though, no branches no leaves, every so often an arm would grip her tighter, or rub her leg as she sobbed uncontrollably, and after an hour or more, she was not sure they stopped.

Catherine knew she was going to be fed to the wolves that had followed her. She knew it must be some ritual for the man who had carried her to murder blonde virgins or something in the forest. This was what her life had amounted to, fed to wolves in some crazy black magic ritual. Her body was quaking with sobs and she heard a wolf whine somewhere. No doubt ready to feast on her and getting impatient! Where were the other men that were talking to the one who had carried her out?

"Please, don't kill me." She choked out, her voice weak, but the man carrying her didn't respond, instead two strong arms came around her midsection and sat her down gently on the ground. She shook with fear and her legs didn't support her anymore and she collapsed, crying even harder. Catherine was eighteen, blonde, with light blue eyes, and going to be eaten by wolves before she even got to kiss a guy.

An arm caught her and she covered her face and sobbed, hoping he'd somehow take mercy on her.

"Peter, what is this about!" A shocked voice came somewhere behind her and she felt herself uncovering her face to see in the full moon dirty long blonde hair that looked unwashed for weeks and face that looked like it belonged to a statue, a five o'clock shadow with a strained expression, his eyes completely black. He was looking at something behind her.

"I couldn't restrain myself, I had to this time." His voice sounded stilted almost as if he was in pain. His eyes darted down to the blonde girl and she stared back up at him her eyes slowly filling with tears.

"Peter," the voice behind her sounded disappointed and she felt him lay her down on the ground, it was soft, she thought as she turned to get on her hands and knees. It was moss; it felt good against her cuts and scrapes that she had received throughout the night. A wolf brushed against her and lay down next to her. She screamed and stumbled back into another wolf that had been standing there. Catherine decided to stay still, she brought her knees to her chest and watch the wolf that had initially laid down next to her, move towards her again, laying his head at her feet. He had silvery fur that looked pettable, another wolf sat down beside her.

"Peter, you shouldn't have taken her without permission we had talked…" the man she noted, was older than "Peter" but not significantly so, he showed signs of age but couldn't be older than sixty. He was fit, and had scars running down his arms and face.

"Alpha, I had to, I didn't know when she'd be back. We need her." Peter sounded hurt, and lost. Were they not going to murder her after all tonight? But what was the meaning of this; she felt a cold nose nudge her arm and a black wolf looked at her, tilting its head before licking one of her wounds. She hissed and drew her arm away.

"You've banged her up, she's bleeding all over. I'm disappointed in what you have done," there was a pause and she felt the black wolf's tail swish. "However, she is more than needed here, and she is yours."

"What!" Catherine cried from the ground and stood up, her legs barely held her up and she began to back slowly away from the pack of wolves that were eagerly watching her, and the blonde man who was approaching her. "Please please Catherine" he pleaded his strides becoming quicker

"How do you know my name!?" She screamed and she took off into the woods and in a flash she heard a growl and she turned to witness the man turn into one of many of the large wolves. His fur was golden like his hair.

The blonde dodged through trees and finally her bare foot caught itself on a root, stubbing her toe and causing her to fall forward, rolling down a hill, twigs and rocks banging her up as she slid to the bottom through dead leaves on the forest floor. She stopped at the bottom of the hill, bloody and beaten up, her breath coming fast as she saw wolf after wolf line up at the top, the golden one ran down urgently, almost excitedly, to meet the frail, bleeding girl at the bottom. Catherine exhaled heavily. This was the last thing she would see, a gold wolf man coming to eat her.

The gold wolf was huge, he towered over her, his frame was wide, his muzzle long, his eyes an inky black. He had no scars that she could see, his fur shone in the full moon. He lowered her head to one of her arms and nudged it to reveal a wound and licked it gently. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she realized that he was just tasting her to see if she was ripe enough, but she remembered in the conversation that he said that he had waited too long to have her.

He licked her face, along with her tears and looked down at her, hot panting breaths billowing over her wet face, he looked sad? Scared? She couldn't place the emotion she saw in the golden wolf's eyes. His breathing was labored and he licked her face again, was he trying to comfort her before he killed her? Was this some game?

His long hot tongue ran up her neck this time, no, the golden wolf was definitely going to devour her. He looked up at her again, his eyes meeting hers; Catherine didn't know what to do so she did the only thing she had wanted to do. She touched his ear.

His fur was silken soft and the golden wolf seemed ecstatic that she would touch him at all and lowered his head closer to her small bloodied hand, letting her reach more of him. She pet him again and he nudged her hand. All of his fur was so soft; she smiled weakly, and felt him lick her face again. An upset whine left the wolf's lips as he nudged her neck off to the side and her eyes widened as she realized he was going to eat her after all.

The golden wolf howled above her, causing the pack at the top of the hill to howl in response before a sharp pain came down on her shoulder, and suddenly the moon was brighter and the searing pain turned into a flooding warmth that lit all of her nerve endings on fire, and Catherine knew pure pleasure before her world went dark.

The crackling of the fire is what woke her up the next time. Her shoulder was sore, and the small cuts all over her body didn't help it. She saw Peter again; he was in tattered jeans poking the tinder with a branch. A soft cry was all she could manage and he looked alarmed. "Catherine," he looked worried and she felt worried at his response.

Another set of hands grabbed her and water was brought to her lips, she drank it eagerly and looked up to see the old man from the woods who was wearing an unbuttoned flannel shirt that exposed his scarred chest and some tattered pants that looked like they were khakis at one point. "Catherine, how are you feeling?" his voice was soft as he brushed blonde curls out of her face, a soft smile gracing his lips, he looked like he had just shaved recently, soft blue eyes searched hers.

"What happened?" she rasped out, all of her muscles felt like she had just ran a marathon and she raised her hands to the cup of water he had offered before.

"You're one of us now, just rest, Peter will get you anything you need." He stroked her face affectionately and laid her back down on what seemed to be a nest of blankets

She rolled over in order to sit up her shoulder throbbed in pain causing her to hiss through her teeth. "Be careful," Peter chided sitting down next to her

"Can I go home?" She asked quietly, looking over at the fire. Were they in a cave? It appeared so.

"No, not anymore." She looked over at him and he was focused on the fire as well. He looked like he hadn't slept in awhile, his hair was sticking in all directions but he had a well defined broad chest that tapered down into a slim midsection and a teasing v that lead into his loose jeans.

"What do you mean not anymore?" She asked, trying to take her eyes off of his figure and embarrassingly staring at the nest of blankets that she had been sleeping in.

"You're one of us." She felt his eyes on her and met them, they still were black, just like when he was a wolf "I bit you, I've turned you into a werewolf."

"What?" Catherine felt her body shake in fear

"I've waited for years, please understand Catherine, you are mine."

"I'm not yours!" She cried and edged away from him, handsome or not, she was no one's property.

Catherine felt his arm come around her and lay her back down onto the blankets. "You are mine, and we all are yours."

"We?" Catherine looked to see if there was anyone else around but the cave was empty.

"Sleep for another few hours, and I will introduce you to Ivan and the others."

He licked her wound affectionately, her white night shirt torn and stained with blood. She moaned in response and covered her mouth why did that feel so good? A growl came from Peter, his blonde hair tickling her arm. He pulled the shirt down over her shoulder and licked her again, his tongue languidly trailing over her wet skin. She felt heat pool between her legs and a blush rise on her face "What are you doing to me?" she stammered out, looking away.

A growl was her only response as he licked her wound again, her eyes becoming half lidded as she felt her body grow hotter. "Mine, mine, mine." He growled against her skin, his tongue made her squirm and her moans grew louder.

"What are you-"

His teeth sunk easily in her skin, even in this form, she barely felt him pierce her before waves of pleasure racked her body, his hands ran up her sides as she went slack, her eyes fluttering shut. It felt like all the pain and fear had just suddenly left her and all that was left was bliss. He let go finally and she floated back down to earth, her eyes opening slowly to meet his black ones. He smiled, blood coating his teeth and lips, the same blood that was running down her shoulder.

"Sleep now Catherine, you'll know more when you wake up." He caressed her cheek; a long claw scratched her face as he ran his hand down to her neck. She felt woozy as she drifted off to sleep a second time. What was happening to her?

She was cuddled under a few blankets the next time she faded into consciousness, most of her pain had faded away since the last time she was awake, she couldn't quite remember how she had gotten to the bed in the first place, the last thing her mind could reach back and pull out was waking up in the nest of blankets. Catherine rubbed her eyes and tried to focus, it was night, she guessed, the fire had died down into embers and she could barely make out any forms in the cave, if there were any. Where was she? Where was Peter?

"C-Ca-Catherine?" A voice called out from the darkness, it was not Peter's or the old man. Fear overwhelmed her and she scooted away from the voice.

"Who are you!?" She demanded, her voice wavered and she pulled one of the blankets up "Please leave me alone!"

"Catherine, please I-"

"Leave me alone, where is Peter?" Her voice grew frantic and the voice seemed to whimper in response

"Um, Catherine please, I'm supposed to"

She yelped when a hand touched her legs and a growl came from down the cave and a shadow passed in front of the fire. Catherine attempted to make herself smaller but the fire roared to life and she saw two towering figures. One was thin and hunched over slightly, the other was the size of a bus, a broad figure with wild hair and tattered clothing. Was that Peter? No, Peter was much skinnier.

"Are you okay?" one voice asked, it was the bigger man

"No, no, please let me go, I don't know where I am," She pulled the blanket higher "but I don't know where I'm supposed to be. Is Peter here?"

The larger man pushed the smaller man over towards the fire causing him to trip and fall to his knees a small whine came from his lips "Useless omega, you were supposed to take care of her when she woke!"

They were so violent with each other what would they do to her? Her heart beat faster as she pushed herself up against the wall. "I tried beta, she wouldn't let me" the second man stood up and brushed himself off.

"She's not doing anything! You've scared her now, you idiot."

"Beta, she-"

Before he could protest the larger man grabbed him by the arm and pushed him towards her causing the frail shadow to fall into her nest of blankets. Were they going to rape her now? Catherine screamed and crawled away, her leg getting caught up in blankets.

She stood up, her legs sore from what she couldn't remember. She felt dizzy and grabbed her head, her vision darkening as she stumbled backwards "Please let me go," she began walking backwards "I'm not supposed to be here, I'm not supposed to be-" her head throbbed just trying to remember anything before the last time she saw Peter, it was an unbearable pain. Catherine willed herself to remember something, anything from before now, did she have parents? A house? Her ears began ringing as she fell onto the cave floor, she squeezed her eyes shut and the pain in her head became unbearable. Where was she? Who was she?

A sound in front of her, that reminded her faintly of a wounded dog made her open her eyes. A familiar form, the pained expression of Peter as he walked towards her. The two other men were lying on the ground.

"My Catherine, stop thinking so much." His teeth were clenched, she could hear it in his voice as he picked her up gently "You're hurting me."

"Peter," she whined the pain in her head lessening as he stroked her hair, setting her back down in the nest of blankets. "Please I can't remember"

"I'm sorry, you won't be able to remember for awhile. Just know that I won't hurt you, and Ivan won't hurt you, and even John won't hurt you."

Her head throbbed but it was a dull ache, she pressed the heel of her palm against her temple. "Who?"

She heard a stick pop in the fire and she turned to see the two men from before sitting guiltily on the other side of it. She pushed some dirty hair out of her face and blinked away some tears to focus on their faces. The large man had ashen blonde hair, it almost looked silver in this light, it was pulled away from his face and ended just past his jaw, and he had light blue eyes and an angry scar that ran down the right side of his face. The smaller man had black limp hair that hit his shoulders, he looked fearful of the taller man, and in everyone in general. Was he here the same way Catherine was here? Was he hurt?