The Alpha's Claimed Mate

Chapter 6: I am Your Alpha

--Jeremy--

"I can't go into their land! They're ten times more powerful than me, have twice the warriors as me, but my MATE is over there! God only knows what they're doing to her!" I was pacing back and forth as my beta, Thomas, listened while I fumed. Finally, I sank down to the floor, my head in my hands.

Finally, he spoke up. "Alpha, we can get our ally packs to help us. With them at our side, we'd be unstoppable. We'd easily take their pack as we have our previously backstabbing allies, and expand our territory while you spend time with your mate." I shook my head. Why hadn't I thought of that? I knew this was why I needed my beta. Without him, I had a few loose ends from time to time. I nodded in agreement.

Later that evening, I turned on the pack frequency and told everybody to meet me at the packhouse. They all arrived at the pack house in ten minutes flat. "My mate, your future Luna, has been taken by the Bloodmoon pack. I've sent scouts to spy out the territory so I'll have a sure way inside. I am going to rescue my mate. Whether I go alone or not, matters not to me! WHO'S WITH ME?!" I knew it was short, but I also knew I had the loyalty of all eight hundred warriors from my pack as well as the two thousand from the packs we'd taken over.

I set a look out, daring any of them to question me. I wasn't going to hold anybody as a coward if they didn't go. The Bloodmoon had earned their name by shedding blood under the light of the moon. Since then, they'd swelled in numbers and their land grew. Before my pack began taking over territory, the Bloodmoon clan was the most powerful, fiercest, and largest pack in the world. Now, that pack was almost mine. Soon, my pack would double in size if this went well.

After a week of trying, I finally made contact with Marietta, or rather, her wolf Mary. My guess was that Marietta was too weak, so her wolf was trying to take over to keep her alive.

Marietta? Are you there?

Mary, actually. Please, save us.

We're in our way, lil mate. Where are you? What have they done to you? Why can't Marietta answer me?

I am keeping her alive. She's too weak to answer anything. Not been fed in a week. Not been bathed for a week. Raped eight plus times a day. Constantly beat. Constantly almost killed by stranglation and suffocation. Shot with silver bullets. Cut open with silver knifes. Please. Please. Please save us. Week left to live. Don't know how much longer I can keep her from passing into unconciousness and dying. Please, Mate. We need you. Marietta's not gonna trust anybody, but as her wolf, I trust you. She took ten steps forwards with you, then was shoved twenty steps backwards by these people.

The frantic pleas of Mary sent my wolf, James, wild. It took almost all of my control to keep him under control. I ran off to the woods and shifted. Thomas, Noah, OscarUniformTango NOW! We're moving in. Send word to the rest of the pack warriors. My mate is in more danger than I ever thought possible.

With that, I was off to the Bloodmoon manor. Pretty soon, my pack warriors were behind me and scattered throughout the surrounding woods. As we went to the house, we completely surrounded it so that you'd have to go through us to get in or out. As my warriors fought the Bloodmoon warriors, I made my way to where Marietta was, tracking her scent. This time, there was lots of blood mixed in with her pine and rose scent. When I entered the blinding white room, my eyes found her. If her bloodied body chained to the bed by silver chains and silver jagged ropes wasn't enough for my wolf to take over, then what else I saw surely was. A man was on top of her, ramming himself in and out of her. Another man was slowly going down her arm with a silver knife. Her muffled scream rang out.

I snapped and my wolf emerged. I snarled and attacked the man on top of her. Without touching her, I knocked him off of her and snapped his neck. Lunging for the other guy, I pinned him down by his throat. "Unchained her or I'll make your death slow and torturous," I growled. He scoffed at me, and I dug my claws into his chest and throat. "Undo the chains, NOW!" I could smell fear radiating off of him. Slowly, he got up and unchained her. As soon as he got done, his neck was snapped, instantly killing him.

Just when I thought we had a clear exit, two Bloodmoon werewolves came in. "Release the traitor and you shall live," the older one said clearly, alpha-ness ringing from his voice. My lips were pulled back over my teeth in a growl. "Never! If my mate dies, so do I!" Preston stepped forward.

"You're mate?" He sneered. "She's been mine since she was thirteen." Whatever leniency I may have shown this man was gone. These two men were the reason my mate was so terrified of everything.

I snapped completely. Lunging, I attacked the younger one, and quickly snapped his neck. Then I attacked the Bloodmoon Alpha. His death was a little more drawn out as I slashed his gut open, making a cut from the base of his neck to his pelvis. Then I slowly took a claw down both arms arms legs, enjoying his screams of pain before I snapped his neck.

My wolf now satisfied that four of her torturers were dead, receded into the corner of my mind. Carefully, I got her dressed and carried her to the main room. I shouted above all the yells and bloodshed, "Werewolves! I AM THE ALPHA!!" This received stunned looks from half the Bloodmoon Pack. "The lady in my arms is your Luna and my mate! She is to be treated well by each and every one of you!" Cheers went up from the Winters' Pack and its allies while the newly conquered pack looked pissed.

Finally, somebody called out. "Before we accept you as Alpha, let us see the dead body of Alpha Peter Bloodmoon!" This received several cheers. I nodded to Thomas and Noah who drug not only Peter's body but also Preston's. Several murmurs of surprise circulated throughout the crowd at Peter's clawed up body.

We now had a total of six thousand, five hundred, twenty-nine werewolves in the pack. Our territory now covered the entire states of North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Tennessee, Virginia, and West Virginia making us the pack with the most territory in the world. When it came to rogues and other packs hunting on our lands, we were pretty lenient unless one of our own were killed by that rogue or pack.