TORN BETWEEN A WEREWOLF AND A DRAGON

CHAPTER 1: THE DARK MUTHAFUCKIN ALPHA

APPLE'S POV

Do you know those packs that have the billionaire Alphas with the p***y-pulsing good looks? The ones with the washboard abs, that would have a girl's tongue twitching and her mouth drooling to lick and suck on their bronze-perfect skins? Well, I hate to break it to you, but this pack wasn't like that at all.

You see my pack, The Blue Oceans Pack, was broke as f**k.

Our Alpha was not only short and fat, but he was also a weak little s**t.

In the battle of the rogues twelve years ago, he hid with the she-wolves and pups in the underground bunkers while his Beta, Lionel Banks, fought alongside the other warriors, to help defeat the rogues.

Even Luna April fought to protect her people, losing her life in the process and leaving behind her ten-year-old daughter to be raised by that i***t. On top of all that, the man was a compulsive gambler. He gambled away his ancestor's fortunes; Lands, houses, cars, money— and now even his daughter's p***y.

What an asshole! Right?

You're probably wondering why he was still Alpha. Well, his father and Alpha before him, Magnus Martinique was a fierce and true Alpha and after his mate, Gladys died giving birth to Steve, Magnus made the pack vow to take care of his successor and give him the same respect they gave him as the Alpha and their leader.

Honestly, I wasn't sure if he had his pack's respect, but he definitely had their protection.

I know you guys are probably sorry for his poor daughter, but what could a daughter of an Alpha do than obey her daddy?

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“Are you f*****g kidding me, Pa?” I raved, grabbing anything I could get my paws on, so I could throw it at the bald-head cherub in front of me.

I couldn't believe he made a bet of such magnitude, gambling away our pack-lands, the last bit of wealth we had left.

Furthermore, I was this close to using the land to obtain a loan to pay off the debts we owed to a few neighbouring packs.

Grabbing the toaster, I yanked it with a force, pulling the plug from the socket and sailing it at my target.

He ducked, so the toaster went crashing through the window above the kitchen sink, shattering the glass and sending tiny sharp shards all over the floor.

He hid his face behind his hands, trembling as he prepared for another one of my attacks, but I was hot and heaving, too angry to lift the refrigerator and crush him with it.

What a p***y! I shook my head, clicking my tongue as I watch my father cower in fear.

“Apple, he's still our father.”

“Don't remind me," I scoffed at my wolf. She would always take his side whenever we had a disagreement, and then I would always let it go, but this time I couldn't. I just couldn't let it go.

My father had been gone for over two weeks, taking the last of the money we had, plus the deed to our house, along with the title to our lands. He knew I required the proper documents so that the bank could approve the loans I needed to pay off Alpha Rodriguez and Alpha Hernandez. We owed them a whopping 3 million dollars combined, and let's be realistic, my bartending job could only do so much.

Being the pack's strongest tracker, I tracked him to a run-down flea-infested motel on the outskirts of town, faced down in his own vomit and piss. I was too late, though, because he lost everything in a game of poker. He was too scared and embarrassed to come home to face me.

He was so drunk and out of it to shift, plus his wolf barely spoke since mom died. I had to carry him on the back of my wolf all the way to our pack-house. Took me five f*****g hours.

I was pissed to have found him in that state, and I was angry that we didn't have vehicles to move around anymore because—you guessed it, he gambled away those too.

The other packs pitied us for having such a weak, spineless Alpha. Their words, not mine, but each and every day I came to see more and more of what they meant.

None of them even invited us over to their Moonbeam festivals or their New Alpha's inauguration balls anymore.

We were like a disease, a disgrace to the Moon Goddess. No one wanted to be tainted by our deficiencies. It was like if they associated with us, they would catch some of our weaknesses. As if we were a bad omen.

They saw us as a joke. The Clown Pack was our nickname, and I hated it, hated that my father didn't have the balls to do something about it.

Our Beta, Lionel, was a strong and brave wolf, but he respected my late grandfather so much that he put up with my father's fuckery. Lionel saw my father as his best friend and brother, and I knew it hurt him to see our pack deteriorating like this.

Even though our pack was poor, there were a few wolves that ventured out and made a little something for themselves. Beta Lionel and his son Julius opened a martial arts studio in the human town nearby. It gained them some riches over the years, which they used to help with our pack's financial crisis. We owed them way more than 3 million dollars. Lionel said the money was a gift to the pack, and we didn't have to pay him back. I still made a promise that one day I would repay him every single dime and with interest too.

When my mom was alive, she did everything pack related. She was a true leader. My father only had the Alpha title, but it was my mother who acted as the pack's Alpha, leading wars, training warriors, and also taking care of investments.

My mom told me when she found out she was mated to my father, her wolf smelt how weak his wolf was, but my mother didn't care, she said she could never go against the Moon Goddess and reject what was destined for her. And honestly, if my memory served me right, they were madly in love. My father was a romantic, and he treated my mother like a queen.

My heart softened a bit, feeling sorry for my dad because he did lose his mate and I saw first-hand what it had done to him. He tried to drink and gamble his pain away, and I guess I couldn't blame him. Losing his mate should have killed him and his wolf, but I knew his love for me was why he was still here with us.

“Look, Pa. I have plans for myself. Plans that don't involve getting sold to a pack of horny, f*****g barbaric wolves. I am not fit to be anyone's lover or Luna right now."

I tried to explain. It was one thing to gamble away our lands. But how dare he promised his only child to a pack of werewolves he said he had never seen before?

“And what are those plans, Apple? You barely made it through high school."

I snarled at him, baring my teeth, and I knew my eyes were black. My wolf was an alpha female and even though she respected our father, she didn't appreciate the tone he just used on us. My father sunk in fear again, squinting his eyes tightly, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Was he f*****g serious? I had to give up high school because I had to find a job, so I could take care of him. Plus, Lionel needed help to secure our borders, so I had to learn how to track and fight so that if there was ever a war again, I would be able to protect myself and him since he was incapable of taking care of himself.

I may not have had a brain that could comprehend Pythagoras' Theorem or figure out why X and Y were considered f*****g numbers in maths. Or why the earth was round and not flat or which came first, the egg or the chicken –

“Well, I think the chicken comes before the egg because –"

“Shut up Trixie. I'm narrating.”

“Oh right, sorry, go ahead."

Where was I? Right.

I may not have been a scholar, but I still had dreams. I wanted to be one of the fiercest, most respected warriors, just like my mom. She was not only a great mother and Luna, but her bravery had no limits. She fought rogues, dark witches, and even vampires.

My mother was my hero, and I vowed to be just like her.

I walked over to my father, his knees shaking, chattering like the teeth of someone left out in the snow.

“Chill, Pa—I'm just gonna get some water."

I felt him relax. I didn't understand why he behaved like that. I would never physically hurt him. Yes, I got angry sometimes, and I threw things, but nothing large ever really connected with his forehead. And trust me, if you were in my position, you'd probably rip his head off already.

But my patience was running out.

I had to bail him out of so much s**t over the years. One would think he was the child, and I was the parent.

Now it was up to me to save my father's ass again.

I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water at the sink.

“So when is this Alpha coming?” I asked, putting the cup to my lips to get a sip.

“Tomorrow night.”

“What? Pa, that's too soon."

“Apple Pie, this Alpha lives very very very very far, far away. So, he needs to finalize this before he leaves."

“That's a lot of verys.” My wolf, Trixie pointed out.

“This is messed up!”

“Look, he promised he will not take our lands or slaughter our people if I let him and a few of his high-ranked warriors choose a few she-wolves from our pack to bear them pups.”

“So what, there are no she-wolves in their pack?” I scoffed.

“Apple Pie, please. These wolves are very, very, very strong. They had auras so powerful it was stifling my wolf. We have to do what they ask."

He was right! I couldn't let them come and destroy our pack. Our pack was small. We had less than 200 wolves now, most of them old and feeble.

I was a strategist, I had some skills, plus I loved to be prepared, so I needed to know as much about my enemy as possible.

“OK, Pa. Have a seat and tell me all about this mysterious Alpha. First, what's his name? Did you at least figure out which pack he belongs to?"

The more I knew about this prick, the better I could handle his ass.

“He didn't really tell me which pack he's from—but I think his name is Killer Stone or something like Kill Brimstone—I don't remember Apple Pie, I was a bit drunk and out of it.” My father plopped his blob body down on a chair close to the kitchen island.

For f**k's sake.

Brimstone was a unique name. It triggered a memory I had when I visited the Dark Moon pack last year on my 21st birthday. Alpha Rodriquez was telling us about a very intense run-in he had with an Alpha by that name, and his daughter, Victoria was taken by the Gamma. I also remembered that Alpha Rodriquez was really terrified of this Alpha Brimstone, telling us dark tales that followed his name and those stories of that retched Alpha plagued my mind ever since.

I gulped. “Is it Killian Brimstone?” I held my breath.

“Yeah, that's the guy. Alpha Killian Brimstone."

My heart collapsed in my chest.

Fucking hell! The Dark Muthafuckin Alpha!

What has Pa gotten our pack into?