The Alpha's Dangerous Pleasure

I could hear the sound of throats being ripped open. I saw flash through my memory the image of eyes that had once seen growing dull. The ground where they had just walked was covered in the blood of the people who had previously been my pack mates and comrades. Any hope of a fight had already evaporated. Like any other survivor, I rushed through the pitch-blackness, using all of my strength, my paws hardly making a sound as I fled my house. Our only chance now was to get away. However, that expectation was dashed when I heard wolves howling behind me. They charged toward my position, howling. I was pounded to the ground by a stench-filled wolf that was two times heavier than I was, and I could smell both blood and my own terror. I was waiting for that piercing blow to take my life and separate it from the world, but it never happened. My captor finally roared and let me go. A ring of snapping muscle and fur held me from running again. I was compelled to walk back toward the bloodbath that used to be my home as he shoved me forward. ______________ There was no pack to meet, so I was shoved ahead toward what had been the meeting hall. I could see through the shadows that wolves and humans alike were encircling it. I noticed that other survivors were being led in the same way out of the corner of my eye. I saw that I wasn't the only person to be taken prisoner once I was inside. A few hundred others were already there, either as humans wrapped in blankets or in their wolf forms. They were either sobbing quietly, or staring blankly with the same hollow expression I knew was in my own light green eyes. Inside, too, stood a handful of my foes, still reeking of the blood of the ones I had loved. Clearly, there was no way out. I crept in close to my pack, oblivious to the people I knew. I laid my wolf's head down on my friend Alexa's lap—the beta's daughter. She had been lively and exuberant previously, but now, as she absentmindedly stroked my fur with her hand, as though making sure I was real, she was crying quietly down her cheeks. "Samantha?" I just made out her voice over the pack link. Our connection had suffered with each death, and I was positive that our alpha had passed away by now, but for those of us who were still here, it continued to cling like a ghost. "Alexa. "Although I already knew she wasn't okay, I still wanted to ask. Even if a small number of us managed to survive this m******e, none of us were okay and none of us would ever be okay again. "My parents are dead," she told me with a tear running down her cheek. She looked so pale. "I don't know about mine," I casually said. Despite my wildest fears, though. The previous one I had my mother's screams could be heard in my brain to flee, and then nothing at all, how awful quiet. I knew what it was like to lose my connected like pack mates countless times. lose the ability to discriminate among the pains. I didn't know what would happen to them, but I knew I was unable to communicate with them in my considering whether due to the distance and the breaking the pack bond, or due to... More survivors were shoved inside, until there were about fifty of us. All I could do was hope that some had managed to get away or were held elsewhere, as opposed to About one-sixth of our people made it out alive. I shuddered when a big man with dark hair in enveloped by his human form, he strode in. by additional soldiers who kill. He exuded strength. He was undoubtedly the leader of these killers. Despite everything, I sensed a swirling style of allure that is evident when him, but the emotion was soon followed by disgust. He looked around his huddled prisoners and his gaze met mine. I felt pulled into his navy eyes as ifI were being compelled by a vampire. My stomach sunk. No. He began to walk towards me and my heart leapt into my throat. No, please, no. He stood before me and looked down at me. "You're mine," he said and the world fell away into blackness.