ALPHAS TOY

chapter 5

Selene sat by the fire, staring at the flames dancing in the ash as she drank the punch. It was starting to have an effect; her tongue was numb, but my mind wasn’t. It heard every screech and scream as the three alphas came out, grabbing another three girls, then another three, until it was only herand two others. She was next. And she wasn’t ready. Her heart raced as the screams finally quieted and she took another sip, hoping it would numb her mind even more. Her body felt relaxed, my muscles not tense at all, but my head was pounding. She leaned back, resting her head against the big cushions on the couch, Her eyes fluttering closed. She had avoided his eyes burning into me every time he had come through that damn door, and the idea that she was going to be the next one he came to get had my jaw clenching. She didn’t want to be the next one screaming like the others that had gone through. She would kill for a coffee. Or a nap. She took the second option, slowly drifting while she waited. The red eyes were in her dream. Selene gasped awake and Ethan was there, bending down, his eyes meeting hers.

“Your turn,” he said, holding his hand out. Selene looked between it and the door. “Did you at least change the sheets?” She grumbled, letting him pull her up.

He smirked and led her through the door. Cole and Zachary grabbed the last girls from their group and followed us through. Selene don’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t the room that greeted them. There was no bed, no lanterns. Only the moon shining down on them through the opening in the ceiling, casting its red glare.

The three alphas stood next to three concrete stands, each holding a golden goblet carved with the three symbols of Wolf Territory: a wave, a tree, and my own village’s symbol, a vine with flower buds, because the Grasslands area had meadows stretching over every part of it that wasn’t used for crops and animal farming. The alphas all wore the same mischievous smirk, the shadows playing on their faces, making them look even bigger, even more intimidating. Like they needed it. She was already nervous, and she was sure the others were too. Selene was just as curious though. Surely they didn’t expect us to f**k on the floor, so what the hell were we doing in the room with the goblets? Ethan stepped into the red rays of the moon. His claw grew from the pointing finger on his hand, his eyes glowing red before he pierced his wrist with it. Selene and the other girls gasped. One of the girls whimpered, drawing the alphas’ attention. They glared at her as she shrunk back, her chin wobbling. Ethan held his wrist over the first goblet, his blood dripping into it. He moved to the next goblet, then the final one. His eyes never left Selene, and she wanted to be disgusted by what he was doing because selene knew what it meant, but selene wasn’t. She was even more intrigued. He stepped forward, and the shadows moved down his face, dancing across his abs, his tattoo.

Selene's mouth ran dry as she took him in. Strong, powerful muscle that had something stirring in me. Not entirely uncomfortable, but it was foreign.

She wanted to explore it further and when a smirk tugged at his lips, she wondered whether he could tell what she was thinking. What his body did to hers.

Cole and Zachary moved behind him, cutting into their own flesh with their claws, long, thick talon things, dripping their blood into the goblets as finally spoke.

“Here you take an oath. A blood oath of loyalty to the Werewolf Territory. You become part of us,” he said in that deep, gravelly voice that had Selene's stomach tightening. Selene shivered, crossing my arms across myself, the cold of the room trying to seep in past the feelings Ethan pushed through her.