Fated To The Alpha

Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 129

As soon as the pack house came into view she froze, walking backwards and going back to the cover of the treeline.

“Wait” I tell her and she cocks her head to the side, her fur was such deep blue grey I found myself staring at her and her strange coloring. I step toward her and she drops her head, baring her teeth to me as she growls. I stop, this is ridiculous. I am her mate, she should trust me wholeheartedly.

“Look it is my house, I won’t hurt you, can you shift back please” I tell her and she stiffens her head whipping to the side as she sees a pack member walk toward the treeline a little down from her.

“She runs because of you I will turn you into dog food” I spit at him through the link and he freezes like he is too scared to move in case she bolts.

“He won’t do anything, come here” I tell her, but she doesn’t when another of my scouts suddenly walks out behind her. I internally groan when she hears the twig snap behind her nearly jumping out of fur as she spun, turning on an angle so she had an eye on everyone and I could hear her heart pounding against her chest, see her rapid breathing as she angled her body looking for an escape.

Zane noticing he just walked into our standoff freezes in place. His hands went out in what was supposed to be a gentle gesture but the man had hands like a giant.

“Shh, I didn’t mean to startle you” he crouches down trying not to intimidate her but even crouched he was bigger than her small wolf form, she would look like a cub next to Donnie and I could sense she was an omega rogue whole Zane was my Gamma and newly appointed Beta.

She is weaker than the average wolf and she knew running was her only chance. Zane’s eyes dart to me, his green eyes wanting to know what I wanted him to do. “Alpha?”

“She runs, help me grab her” I mindlink and he nods briefly.

“You should go with your mate” he tells her but she flinches at the sound of his voice, I take a step toward her and she does like I expected she runs.

Zane darts in front of her hands out and she pivots skidding and ripping up grass with her claws but that one second of hesitation from her was all I needed to pounce on her, she yelps, the sound so tortured I actually thought I hurt her when she thrashes as my arms wrap around her torso, her teeth and claws ripping into my arms before she bites my face.

I growl at her, my blood running everywhere and all over her and the ground.

I sit with her keeping my face away from hers waiting for her to tire out only she doesn’t, her teeth sinking into my bicep as she tears a chunk of skin off.

“Stop, please stop fighting” I tell her but it’s no use and I look at Zane. “Get it”

“Alpha no” Zane pleads for her but she was giving me no choice.

“I said get it now” I tell Zane and he whimpers at my command, rushing off before returning with a muzzle. She had torn me to shreds and my skin was stinging. When Zane returns she thrashes harder, biting and scratching any part of me she could, her back paws digging into my stomach before her claws slice through me and I squeeze tighter, my own claws sinking into her ribs by accident. She whimpers.

“Just stop and I won’t have to put it on you” Zane tells her but she was frantic. I didn’t want to but had to, she wouldn’t stop attacking me if I didn’t.

I touch her” he asks and I nod to him, trying to hold her still as he slips it over her head. She bites his finger, his blood running down his arm as he moves away from her though he

to the door. I place her on the ground keeping my hand on the scruff of

and step inside. I close it before placing her down on the ground. She looked petrified, her tail disappearing as it tucked between her legs. Her entire body trembling and

mate I would kill you for biting

more you f*cking caveman” Donnie growls in my

to your cave, she is f*cking scared you would bite too” he says and I growl

you remove my hand you are not getting out” I tell her before stepping

Donnie

shower first and then I

muzzle off when it suddenly went silent. I knew she

use her hands. Choosing to ignore knowing she couldn’t escape the confines of my house I shower quickly, before wrapping a towel around my waist. Walking out of the bathroom

Kat POV

couch as Mateo called

sings out

steps. I was shocked he was calling me up, the last week

sleeping in the guest rooms downstairs, partly because I was too tired to

upstairs sounded like a demolition was going on and Mateo was always doing something up

left but I looked way past full term with the twins. I resembled more of a beach ball with my short height and round belly, I was round all over and gosh my ankles were sore from swelling and carting this extra weight was

paint, smell fresh plaster. Mateo bounces out excitedly before coming to stand behind me and covering my eyes. He walks me toward our room and I know it’s ours by the faint scent of us in it and he then

room, a hole had been cut out where the TV originally was and I looked around to find

room I stayed in when I first came here. I twist the handle and

and was now attached to our room. The room was a

the cribs himself and on top of the little headboard had a cut off a wolf up the top. I didn’t know Ezra was handy with building but it made sense when

life for mine. On the wall above each crib were their names painted in perfect calligraphy. We had been stuck on names for our son, Ezra wanted to honour the moon goddess so we knew our daughters middle name was always going to be Seline but our daughters name was going to be Marabella, it started with her so it seemed fitting the curse ended in her name, she too sacrificed the most for her people so Marabella Seline Calder-Pierce. Ezra didn’t care what we named them as long as Seline was our daughter’s middle name. Looking at my son’s crib I turned to Mateo, we hadn’t spoken of

carbons copy while our daughter was going to be Ezra’s so I was a little shocked to see our son’s name was after Ezra’s bloodline. Eziah was Erza’s grandfather’s name and the only man in his family he spoke fondly of. Eziah Mathers was his mothers father and his name made werewolf history books for the

gets home,” Mateo tells me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head

I ask

my cheek, “figured I would leave it to Ezra” He says pressing his face into my neck. I nod yet I had a suggestion if Ezra says it

like it?”

him when my phone starts ringing downstairs. I groan,

grabbing the wolf that reminded me of Kora,