Alpha’s Choice

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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Peter was making his way down the pack house's hallway as he prepared to meet the Alphas of the nearby packs. The visiting alphas had brought their eldest daughters, hoping one of them would be Alpha Peter's mate, so the pack home was starting to smell strongly of testosterone.

He winced at the mere thought. Peter had no intention of mating with Luna just because that was the custom. His father had married a formidable female fighter, and the two of them produced three children. Since love has no place in a pack like theirs, they need not love one another. The women had attitudes that could equal the warriors' brutality, and they were stunning in every way. The Lycan Pack was infamous for its fearsome Alpha, who takes no chances, the blood it spilt, and the fear it instilled in others.

~peter~

From behind the door, I could hear their voices. The Lock Heart Pack's leader, who rarely stepped out of hiding and whose paranoia only deepened with each passing year, was one of the voices.

I put my palm on the doorknob and inhaled deeply before entering the room of misfits. All of them would pray to me for assistance with whatever issues they were now experiencing before telling their packs that it was entirely their fault. I didn't want praise, and I didn't want weak leaders who couldn't look after their packs.

As I walked in, they were all on their feet. Pius, my Beta, was already seated next to me.

I gave a quick nod before making my way around the table and settling comfortably.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. I introduced myself and waited for the meeting to start and hopefully terminate quickly.

"Alpha, there has been a rogue sighting near the pack's boundaries, and we start to suspect that they have plans," the pack leader said. Said Alpha Sparta. He then turned his gaze to the table after finishing. My pride grew, and a grin slowly appeared on my face.

In addition to sightings, some of the packs have also been attacked, according to Alpha Jack.

We've had some unauthorised visitors, I know. They made a coordinated turn of their heads toward me.

What do you recommend?

Before addressing Alpha Sparta's stare, I took my glass of water and swirled it around. He desperately wanted to turn his eyes away when I watched him swallow. But now that he has made a request, he must comply with my criteria.

I just said, "Kill them."

They all had calm expressions when they glanced at me, but if you could see beyond people's masks, you could see the horror they were hiding.

I blinked in response to his glare, narrowed my eyes, and leaned forward. "Alpha, killing rogues comes with more problems than it solves," I said.

"Then eliminate the ensuing issues,"

Has the length of such meetings increased, or have the attendees aged? As we walked down the stairs, I questioned Pius.

He remarked, looking ahead, "I guess it's you who have grown more enraged. Pius smirked as he turned his head.

He continued, "Alpha," with a faux head bow.

We headed outside to the practice grounds while I shook my head. We transformed into our wolves and began combat.

Make it painful

Invariably do

My wolf, Edon, answered.

Lupus, Pius's wolf, charged towards us, and Edon froze in place. Edon lowered himself and rushed forward, biting into his stomach when he was only a few inches away and aiming his canines at our neck.

Lupus whimpered as she slumped on the ground, and blood spurted out.

He turned around and glared at me.

Peter, what the fuck?

"Don't be disrespectful to your Alpha, Pius,"

As he attempted to rise straight, he moaned. Because I bit him, the wound would take longer, and the blood was still gushing.

Grab Sarah

I mentally connected with one of the fighters.

"Yes," Alpha

My companion was scowling at me and placing his hand against the cut as I gazed down at him. I waited for the girl to arrive while biting down and tensing my jaw. My senses were overwhelmed with her aroma not long after she walked up behind us.

Sarah bowed her head in greeting and said, "Alpha."

I commanded, "Take the Beta to the infirmary and tend to his wounds."

I'm not an Alpha, Alpha.

It's a command. I said as I moved in her direction. I was so tall that Sarah bent her head, and her eyes were fixed on the ground. Her large, brown eyes peered up through her lashes as she raised her head. I resisted the want to smile innocently but couldn't help the urge.

~Sarah ~

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