The Ruthless Alpha's Dangerous Omega

CHAPTER 1 - BROKEN WOLF SELENE They slam their bodies against the tree sending vibrations coursing through me. Oh quit being babies! It’s situations like this that makes me wish I could still talk properly. I bite a huge chunk of the meat and chew dramatically to annoy them further. The rogue wolves bare their teeth up at me, snarling and scratching at the base of the tree that I’m on top of. I huff, and take another huge bite of the meat I stole from them into my mouth. This is what they get from isolating me. “Idiots,” I mutter, watching as their scratching grew frantic, red eyes staring menacingly at me. They could have climbed up the tree to get me but their wolves have gone mad to the point that their wolves can no longer recognize their human counterparts. But I won’t let mine. From the moment I fled from my pack two years ago, I went to a witch to get my wolf locked. She was too dangerous and didn't deceive to be free but she’s stubborn, she keeps pushing against her cage just like now. A loud growl from below brings me back to the present. I snarl at the wolves and they cower back in fear. Yeah, that’s what I thought. From the moment I entered into the no man’s territory, the rogues have always stayed away from me. They didn’t let me into the group but they didn’t dare to bother me either. Probably because their wolf spirits were dominant enough to sense there’s something different about my wolf, since they no longer share the reigns with the human counterpart. The rogues growling dies down and they all pause, their ears perking up. They glance at each other and take off running deeper into the forest. “Where you go?” frustration rises in me when my sentences come out distorted like it has been doing for some time. Then my nose catches it; the mixture of scents approaches. My heart stops. Pack wolves and familiar ones. They found me. Throwing the last piece of meat in my mouth, I jump down from the tree. The landing sends painful vibrations running up my legs but I ignore it and take off. My wolf chooses this moment to start fighting me, pushing against the chains holding her back. Stop! I scream at her. She can no longer speak back to me but I can feel her pressing need to be with her former pack members. No. They hate us out, remember? But she doesn’t relent and my vision starts getting blurry from trying to keep her put. It slows me drastically to the point that I find myself quickly surrounded by my former pack. They are five of them, all in human form eyeing me wearily. Few I recognized; pack warriors I’m familiar with, but there are a few new faces. “Come willingly and you won’t get hurt,” one of them warns, but his voice comes out shaky and the smell of fear on them is pungent in the air. I try not to let the confusion show on my face. In the first year I escaped, my Alpha had always sent wolves to bring back my head. They never returned back home and he stopped sending them. So why now and why has the story changed. I snarl at them and they flinch. The newbies take a step back. They must have told them everything about me then. Good. What they don’t know is that I’ve severely weakened over time after having locked my wolf. Hopefully, they are too scared to attack and- One of them leaps at me, turning into a wolf midair. I move to the side, but I’m not quick enough and he scratches my arm. Blood begins seeping out and it doesn’t heal right away. I stare up at them to find them looking at my shoulder in surprise. But it quickly wears off and they have all shifted into their wolves before I know it. I need to get out of here but with wolves closing in on all sides, that's almost impossible. I don't let my frustration show on my face though. One of them leaps at me, and I'm ready this time. I catch him by its hind leg and throw him away. My hand hurts but I ignore it. I sense another one coming from behind, I step side but his claws racks at my side, drawing blood. Four of them come at me at the same time, I manage to hold my ground in human form but their strikes keep getting at me and I know I won't be able to hold my ground for long. I need to get out. Rolling out of the way to escape a wolf claw, my eyes land on the fifth wolf. He doesn't join in the fight, quivering in the distance and I don't miss the way two of the wolves keep glancing at him every now and then. In concern? I'm not sure but he looks like my way out. I push myself towards him, dodging through the other wolves. He stumbles back in fear and tries to run but I leap at him. He's a smaller wolf so it doesn't take much effort to take him to the ground. I slam his head on the ground and he lets out a pained whimper. The other wolves growl at me, taking steps forward. I slam his head again, blood trickling out and they freeze. I smile. “Come and I crush.” I push his head hard against the ground for emphasis. They pause, the two wolves that kept glancing at him during the fight, snarl in warning. But they heed my warning and stay put. Good for them. "Back!” I barked. They take a few steps backwards but it isn't enough. I raise his head again and they scramble backwards. I eye them. “Stay.” Then I begin dragging him backwards with me, the wolf doesn't struggle, probably too disoriented to fight back. When I’m far away enough from them, I release the wolf, then step on his knee eliciting a pop sound. A pained sound escapes his lips but I’m not done yet. I send a hard kick to his shoulder, dislocating it from the socket. That should keep them busy. I run further into the forest, now they won’t try to follow me and leave him to the rogues. When I’m sure there’s now a huge distance between me and them. I slow down, the injuries I’ve gotten are finally getting to me. They bleed freely, seeping through my pathetic excuse of a dress and leaving a trail on the ground that the feral rogues can follow. If they find me, they will be happy enough to end me. I needed to find a place safe enough to rest and recover. With blurry eyes, I blindlessly search for safety. “How dare you step into black ridge territory!” A male suddenly hollers, making me jump. My blood runs cold. Am I actually on blackridge territory? The Alpha is known to kill rogues on sight. I try to explain but the words won’t come out, I'm barely keeping myself upright as it is. My dimming vision notices several blurs in the distance. “Hold up,” another male says. “Let me ask Caden.” The one who spoke before, shouts again. “What’s there to ask? He said kill any rogue that trespasses!” I flinch, my heart hurting from all his shouting. “Can’t you see? She’s female,” the other says, annoyance clear in his voice. “And so, a rogue is a rogue.” “I’m mind linking Caden now, don't do anything rash Ryken.” “Okay Beta,” Ryken draws the last word out. The whole place goes silent, he must be mind linking the beta now. My breathing comes out in short gasp now but no one tries to help me. My leg shakes, but I can't afford to lose guard. “Well, what did he say?” Ryken demands. The beta doesn't speak or maybe I'm too far gone to hear him. When Ryken speaks, his voice is filled with glee. “Kill her, it is.”