Alphas Angel completed

Unknown's POV

For years I had searched for her, scoured the planet and beyond for signs of my angel of light and dark, my crimson queen, only for her to fall right into my lap when I least expected it. I had almost given up hope of seeing my ruby gemstone again when she turned up in the town I happened to be observing, a town that was a notorious breeding ground for supernaturals and their secrets. Never had I imagined I would stumble upon her here in plane site, degrading herself by associating with the lowest of the low and the reason I was here:

Wolves!

Fate, it seemed, liked to play games… I felt sure it was a cruel prank that the universe was playing on me.

But don't worry- I like a good game!

I had visited her many times since she arrived in this wretched cesspit, watching her try to start her life over. How had she let her standards drop so low? Had she just stayed with me and not run, she would never have wanted for anything, never been forced into hiding and a life of squalor. I admit I was taken off guard when she did not seem to recognize or sense me the first time our paths crossed. Was this a cruel trick, or was she trying to lure me into her petty games? The more I observed her, the more I realised she had no clue who I was! What we were to each other! How? Had I meant so little to her?

Was our time together so bad that she had to hide here in the armpit of society and mask her scent with that of a wet dog and testosterone? I had successfully wooed her once before I could do it again, and this time I had the added bonus of already knowing what made her heart race and those beautiful cheeks blush.

Deciding that this would be the most delicious game of cat and mouse I had ever played.

For a heavenly creature who had the opportunity to see the world many times over, the depths of her dreams were relatively simple—more human than divine. Hiding in the darkest realms of her mind, I watched the images flutter through her unconscious; I realised just how much she cherished the simplicity of the human world around her.

Images of an older blonde-haired woman whose presence seemed to unnerve my fiery princess; I could feel the pressure this woman put on her young shoulders. The older woman seemed to be born from an ancient power; she was more than angelic, almost God-like, but touched by pure darkness. It had woven itself into her naive heart and linked itself to her soul.

Images of the life they shared on earth filled her dreams; my crimson-haired beauty loved this woman fiercely but craved the freedom from her confines to make her mark on the world: without fear of punishment. It seemed there was more to this creature than I first thought; her ferocious need to shield the innocent and protect the vulnerable was remarkable, even if it was incredibly misguided. She wore her humanity on her sleeve with pride as she defended the weak from the world's evils.

"And who will protect them from you, my love?"

The weak mortals weren't all she dreamed of; her dream world revealed how deeply conflicted she felt about the advances of two alpha males. Her imagination had her running through a maze of luscious green woodland; the taller male seemed to be playing chase to her, calling out to her as he followed her through the maze.

"I see you still like to tease, my love!"

I wasn't surprised that the male oozed power and resilience. My angel always did have a type! His light brown hair caught the light showing flickers of gold and red. But that was not what caught my attention. My eyes narrowed in on his head; his hair cropped short on the sides, which was a cocky move on his part, considering what looked like demonic tattoos, invisible to the untrained eye, inked boldly to his scalp. They looked like specific markings; from an ancient text, that I had seen only once before.

My interest was thoroughly piqued!

Were they there for protection from a demon? Or was he protecting the monster within him?

I watched my ruby angel run from her suitor, turning her head now and then in hopes he was still chasing her. The long white dress she wore danced around her delicate feet as she ran through the woodland maze, coming to a stop when another figure blocked her path.

A supernatural of noteworthy breeding. An alpha by blood and substance. The second male wasn't as tall as the first male, but he made up for it with his confident aura, but the eyes held a fierce undertone of authority, which she was apparently attracted to.

"So predictable, my sweet."

He said nothing to her, but his eyes never left hers; I could see her fidgeting nervously. My lips curled into a vicious snarl seeing the male shift into a wolf in front of her, all dark fur with golden shimmers. His eyes were as black as the night sky. Taking a step closer, she was about to run her fingers through his dark fur when the first male approached.

A loathsome growl vibrated from the wolf's chest, but the larger male seemed unaffected as he approached my fiery angel. She seemed torn between them; she wanted the protection and love of the wolf but refused to give up the deep bond she felt with the mysterious stranger. She didn't know what path to take…