Taken By My Alpha

Tiberius’ POV

The moment she climbed up the stage and came into my view, I could feel my wolf, Torin, howling in happiness. She looked beautiful standing under the fading sun in the middle of the arena, although looking quite anxious, perhaps because she was about to fight with an unfamiliar pack’s wolf.

When I had seen her for the first time in my office, I had thought that she hadn’t recognized me because of being underage. But when she confirmed that she had already turned eighteen, I knew there was something wrong with her. And I was determined to find out what.

From the way Alfred kept giving me sneaky smirks, I knew Alfred had figured out why I was so overly conscious around Heather. He is my closest friend, we had grown up together in this pack. I know I was not my laid back, usual self whenever anything involved Heather, but I couldn’t help my reactions either.

Yesterday during the session, I had seen his dirty smirk when he had purposefully walked in on my private training session with Heather using the drink as an excuse. I wanted to be alone with her, but the bastard could not keep himself away from us just to have fun.

And when he got close to Heather with his hands on her body, even if they were just a pair of damn eyebrows, my wolf started to lose control. Seeing Heather’s attention fixated on Alfred sent a dark sensation through my body that I had never felt before- to the point that my wolf urged me to challenge Alfred to duel and prove to my mate that I am more deserving of her than any other man in the world.

The only thing that stopped me is knowing that he was only teasing me to confirm his thoughts. 

still wanted to kill

to go wrong at this trial. She seemed too scared, but I didn’t know what she was hiding from me so I had no way

claws. I knew it was just a small

start using the tactic I had taught

Clever girl.

hummed in agreement inside

saw, like everything happening in slow motion, Christine’s wolf turned feral and attacked Heather with a deadly lunge. I jumped off the bleachers and ran towards the stage at

I roared at her to stop but she ignored my order, lost in her bloodlust. And just

the cold air, missing Heather’s body. I kicked at her from the side, making her fall off the stage, and picked up the wolf in my arms protectively, growling angrily at Christine’s

with bright, blue eyes

in my life until this moment. I gently stroked the wolf pup behind the ears, hoping to comfort her.

shocked. I climbed off the stage and stormed off from