Alpha Ricardo
1094 Words
“Hail, supreme Alpha of the great Thornheart pack,” Ivanna proclaimed.
Everyone froze, including the man Ivanna was addressing. With blood on his face, identifying him should have been challenging. He gazed at her in immense surprise. Usually, children, especially little girls, ran from him, but this peculiar one kneeling before him showed no fear. Her heartbeat was calmer than that of a newborn infant, intriguing him.
He Inclined, resting one of his robust hands on his knee while the other gently brushed the little female werepup’s hair. Uncharacteristically, he didn’t want to smear her lush red hair with blood. The child was too adorable and submissive, defying his expectations.
His taunt lips quaked. ”Rise, child.”
Gina nearly gave up the ghost upon hearing the deep, low but powerful voice of the leader of the group she labeled ‘barbarian.’ She could never forget that voice; it belonged to the alpha who burned her mother’s pack to ashes. Though she feared him greatly, she had almost gotten her favorite child killed. Had Ivanna listened, they might be on their way to the chopping block for the crime of disrespect.
She and the rest of her family members immediately fell on their faces, shivering and praying silently for forgiveness.
“What is your name, little one?” Ricardo Voss, the supreme Alpha of Thornheart Pack, asked with a slight curve of his pale, thin lips.
Batting her long lashes, Ivanna smiled coquettishly as a warm blush tainted her fair cheeks. She abstained from raising her head as she replied, “This humble servant is called Gloria.”
Ricardo paused, then burst into a fit of roaring laughter, further shocking everyone present. He stood upright as his eyes located the family of the brave little girl that just made his morning; they fell on her mother, whose face was kissing the floor between her arms.
“Woman!” he called her, and Gina immediately lifted her head but avoided his eyes. “You are growing a fine child,” he complimented her.
“Th—thank you, most supreme, I do not deserve your appraisal,” Gina said in shock. She immediately bowed her head to avoid the fearsome man’s eyes.
After staring at Ivanna for a good while, Ricardo and his team entered the pack house, leaving the family behind.
“Treat them well; they are my special visitors,” Ricardo declared openly before he completely disappeared behind the doors.
The family Immediately rose when the alpha was out of sight. They rushed to Ivanna, but the little girl seemed unfazed by their care.
Gina squatted to fix her daughter’s dress, but it was just an excuse to look into her eyes. “Why did you do that, Ivanna ?” she asked through clenched teeth.
Ivanna looked beyond her family members to the well-guarded mansion and said, “We shouldn’t keep the supreme Alpha of Thornheart Pack waiting.” She returned her gaze to her mother and then smiled sweetly. “Or would you rather he comes to us?”
Gina frowned at her daughter’s use of sarcasm but didn’t reprimand her. The family uniformly stepped on the red carpet spread out to the doors of the mansion. By it stood two robust guards who had their claws out, looking straight ahead as if they couldn’t see the approaching family.
The family walked past them and met a myriad of guards and maids lined up by the edge of the carpet. Out of the two rows, one maid stood out; her uniform was not the same color as the rest—hers was blue while the others were black. They were all omegas, with the guard wolves being the only regular wolves.
The blue-uniformed maid smiled reasonably at the family that was eying the fine walls of the mansion. She curtsied then said, “My lady, sire, I will guide you to the meeting room now.”
Emerson nodded slightly while Gina held her head high in pride. They followed the maid quietly as she led them through a vast hallway. Although they were not from a common home, they couldn’t help but marvel at the size and design of the mansion.
The walls had wallpapers hiding its true form; its design was stylized red floral motifs matching the Peruvian rug under their feet. Gina felt envious of the luxury this pack house was enjoying; it was foreign to her to see wallpaper used everywhere. The only places she had wallpaper in her house were her cupboards.
Only the extremely wealthy could afford such lifestyles. The family was led to a room that looked like a small throne room with a large armchair in the middle while six single red cushion chairs were positioned opposite it but with a reasonable distance separating them from the armchair.
“Please sit; the supreme Alpha will be with you soon,” the omega maid said and was about to leave when Estelle’s question stopped her in her steps.
“Feed my curiosity, maid, did the supreme Alpha just return from a mission?”
The maid’s smile jerked, but she managed to keep her lips curved as she replied to the curious woman, “I know not, my lady.”
She left immediately after she answered the woman, not caring to ask if they needed her for anything else. Interested, rude ones like Gina seldom got maids in trouble with their preying questions; it was against the laws of the mansion to entertain any questions from the guests if it didn’t regard services.
The family sat quietly as their minds pondered different scenarios that might happen if the supreme Alpha saw through their façade. The witch that gave them the masking potion was very powerful, but Thornheart Pack also had a potent witch rumored to have acquired her powers from killing other witches.
She was no better than their supreme Alpha, who forcefully captures and kills other alphas for their packs. He was gossiped to first drain the alphas’ special powers before drinking their blood dry. Families with special alphas were willing to submit their children to him to guarantee their children’s survival after he was done with them.
All the children were never returned to their families, so it was unknown if they were killed or kept for something else. Gina and Emerson did not want that for their daughter; she was born with abilities uncommon to werewolves. She was a special she-wolf, makin
g her a natural target for the power-hungry Ricardo Voss.
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