My Lord Alpha

The Siren

The door burst open from its hinges.

Pieces of wood flying in all directions.

"Jeez, Wayne!!! How to make an entrance!" Sabine jumped from her seat.

Without saying a word, he flung the severed arm at her.

She jumped back, letting out a muffled scream "What the hell is that?"

He glowered at her "What does it look like to you Sabine?"

She used the tip of her toe to push the limb around "Looks like a siren's hand. How did you get this?"

Wayne folded his arm across his chest "I want to speak to your mermaid friend, right now!".

"Okay okay, just don't break anything else" Sabine walked over to a large mirror in front of her make-up dresser. Pulling out a pouch from her apron, she sprinkled a small amount of white powder on it, chanting some words.

The mirror began to shimmer, the solid surface suddenly growing liquid. An image of a woman wearing a bathing suit with sunglasses, lying on a mat in the sun, along a beachfront resort came into view as it grew clearer by the minute.

"Portia?" she called when the lady did not answer. She called again "Portia!"

"Wait what? Is that you Sabine?" the woman bolted up removing her sunglasses.

"Yes, it's me. I have someone who wants to speak with you urgently." Sabine said.

"Hi, Lord Wayne," Portia said waving happily.

"Hi Portia, I see you are having a swell time on land" he muttered.

"Yes, I'm on vacation in Florida. Loving the sun and the beautiful beaches around here." she nodded.

"Good to know you're having fun while I almost experienced a tragedy a few moments ago." He sneered.

Portia frowned, "A tragedy?"

"While you were so busy wearing a bikini and basking in the sun, my portal remained unguarded. A siren almost pulled away my mate. I thought no one could decipher the location of that portal, let alone penetrate it!" he drawled.

Sabine's eyes widened; Portia's jaw slackened.

"How's that even possible?!" Portia exclaimed.

"Beats my imagination" Sabine agreed.

"Maybe you will think of a possibility when I take back Poseidon's ring from you. Perhaps when you go back to sailing at the bottom of the sea with no legs, you will understand your duties to me" he bared his fangs.

Portia's face grew weary as her eyes darted "No need to threaten me, Wayne. I know what you had to go through to steal this ring away, from what I can feel the portal is still intact. Can you take off your shirt and show your runes to me?" she persuaded.

He silently removed his trench coat, casting it aside, and he pulled off his black turtle-neck shirt. Then turned around to show her his back. At the upper expanse of his back, black symbols were finely tattooed across it.

Portia examined it for a while, then said "It looks fine to me. I guess something else went wrong. Have you traveled across the portal with anyone recently?"

Wayne nodded "Yes, I have done so with my mate. I traveled across it with her just once," he affirmed.

"That must be it! She was with you when you crossed the portal. Since she is your mate and shares your energy, like a yin and yang, two sides of a coin. The portal must have recognized her energy as yours" she predicted.

"That makes sense. There is no way the siren would know exactly, the location of the portal. She was only guiding her to find the portal herself within her subconsciousness, to bridge the portal first." Sabine added.

They had a point. Before now, no one had ever found the portal; she was the first to locate and bridge it. That human female would be the death of him if he did not contain her.

Wayne cleared his throat. "I want you to block her from accessing that portal unescorted by me, adjust the barrier," he commanded.

"As you wish, can't wait to get back to enjoying my day. Bye, Sabine," Portia smiled at them, then rolled her eyes at Wayne. "Lighten up, will you?" she said, and the mirror went blank, returning to its former solid form.

Sabine glared up at him. "Now about my door…" she motioned to the splinter of wooden shards scattered everywhere.

"Now about that siren, find her" Wayne ordered.

*********

"f**k! f**k it!!" she screamed as she cradled her bleeding forearm to her chest.

The pain was excruciating, her body shook from the throbbing pain. Her fingers down to her elbow had been severed cleanly, leaving her with only her bicep. Her left hand tried to stop the blood from gushing out.

"Kira, what happened?" three beautiful-looking ladies with wings attached to their backs, chorused as they rushed into the tent. They were all dressed in white sarongs with golden sashes around their waist.

"My arm, he took off my arm!" she cried 'that son of a b***h took my arm".

"I told you not to do this, Kira," one said, cutting a piece of cloth from her sarong and using it to wrap Kira's bleeding arm.

The other two sat on the sand around Kira, soothing her.

"Wayne Wyatt is a very dangerous being, every creature alive has heard of his ruthlessness." One murmured.

"He is like the grim reaper, the angel of death, Hades himself" another stated.

Kira pulled away from their embrace. "Well, I was only doing what I was paid to do. I have no regrets. As for my arm. It will grow back in a few days."

"You were lucky it was not your neck. What if he comes for you? he is not one to let a grudge go. You tried to steal his mate of all things," the one with the ripped sarong said.

Kira chuckled "Good luck with him finding me then, he would never find this island. It is mystically cloaked; do you know how many beings have searched on end?"

"How did you get the gig then?" one inquired.

"Through a broker, I have an agent that contacts me for deals. I would have scored a lot of gold on this; I was so close…" Kira purred.

"Indeed, you would have, wouldn't you?" a deep sinister voice said from outside the tent's doorway.

Kira and the three ladies froze in shock.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

A dark figure walked into the tent. He was damp from head to toe and looked like he had just come from a storm.

"Who could you be and how did you get here?" Kira asked the strange man.

"I am Wayne Wyatt, son of Warren Wyatt, King, and Alpha of the royal house of Wyatt. Leader of the pack of the Grey Wolves. Protector of the Plane Woede and all its hinterlands."

Shocked hisses sounded across the room as they all scrambled away to the edge of the tenth.

"You have erred for ill. Now you will pay with your life," he drawled as his body began to change, his claws grew razor sharp, his fangs protruded from his mouth, his ears elongated and fur grew out of his arms and legs.

Giving an ear-splitting roar, he charged at them.