The Alpha's Little Prey

Chapter 2

Eve

I woke to the smell of gasoline and smoke. I blinked to clear my eyes of the sleep and groaned in pain as my body jolted and was thrown a few inches in the air. I took in my surroundings and that's when I realized I was in the back of what looked to be a truck. The smell of blood, gasoline and a bite of metal instantly made me nauseous and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from throwing up.

I remembered the attack. The village. The screams. So much blood. Mother.

My eyes filled immediately with tears and I failed to keep down the sob that escaped my lips. I cried for a while, only stopping when the tears made it nearly impossible to breathe with all the smoke. The truck rattled and jerked as it drove over a bumpy road to which the goddess knew where.

"Hey," A voice whispered in the semi-darkness, catching me off guard.

I looked towards the sound and realized I wasn’t alone. There were nearly twenty other women and girls bound like me who had been kidnapped and thrown into the back of this truck. Some were crying, some slept...others stared into the darkness, afraid of what was to come. They all looked to be between the ages of sixteen and twenty five. Oddly, I felt a tiny bit of relief at the fact that I wasn't alone in this nightmare.

"Who's there?" I responded, my voice hoarse from crying.

"My name's Cecelia but you can call me Cece," The girl said and for some reason, I felt drawn to her. She looked and sounded no more than a few years older than me.

"Cece," I repeated. "I'm Eve. Do you know who took us or why?" I asked, desperate to figure a way out of this mess.

"They're rogues. They took me from my pack over a week ago. I don't know who they are or what they want," Cece answered, her voice dropping to a whisper.

I wiggled and squirmed around until I was facing her then asked, "Do you know where they're taking us to? Have they said anything?"

"No. They don't speak to us. They've only ever given us food twice since they took us too," Cece said, her voice breaking.

"They're going to sell us," Another voice spoke from across the truck. I turned my head to see who it was. It looked to be an older woman, around her mid twenties who was leaning against the wall.

"What?" I asked, the breath knocked out me.

"They're not just rogues. They kidnap women and girls from their packs and they sell them as s*x slaves to the highest bidder. Forget about escaping. You won't get far. Just hope and pray that the moon goddess has mercy on you and that your death is quick and painless." The woman said with grim finality before she turned and lay down, closing her eyes.

I gulped in fear as Cece began to cry.

Goddess.

…………..

Richard

I pulled on my trousers, feeling the remnants of my ecstasy dissipating with every passing second. I stood up and walked to my desk to grab a drink of water as I watched the slave I had just ravaged scramble pathetically to recover some shred of her dignity.

I watched her carefully, savoring the way she shook from the intensity of my stare as she covered her nakedness, her eyes downcast. She knew better than to look me in the eyes. I had killed men for far less than that.

She wrapped her torn clothes around her silently, wincing no doubt from the pain I had caused her and I reveled in it.

I downed the last of my water and stroked my tongue over my lip to catch the stray droplets. The woman was nothing but a release. They all were. I had not much use for women romantically. They were all deceitful, lying whores who wanted one thing or the other. And I had it all which made me an easy target for them to stick their claws into.

At twenty eight, I was one of the most powerful and successful men in America. I was also Alpha of the Blackwoods Pack but humans didn't know that. All they knew was I was a very powerful businessman who always got what I wanted and was not to be messed with. I had money. Power. Respect. All neon signs for pack females who wanted a chance to change their Alpha...be the one to tame him. No one tamed me. No one.

The pack females were the worst kind. They all threw themselves at me, offering pleasure...or pain, if I so desired. At least not from them, I thought with a smirk as my eyes zoned in on the red marks at the woman's wrists.

I pinned her down while I took her and left my mark. She cried out, pretending it hurt but I could see the truth in her eyes. I could see how much she loved it, wanted it, and begged for it. They were all the same.

I c****d my head to the side when the slave finally got off the bed and walked over to me, hesitantly.

"I-, I would like to do this again, Alpha,” She stammered, as she smiled shyly at me from beneath her lashes.

I looked at her, and allowed the disgust fill my eyes, a sick part of me enjoying the smile drop off her face. Pathetic. I couldn't even remember her name, not that it mattered. She became just another woman the moment I was done with her.

"Get out," I seethed with my voice tight and barely controlled.

The slave was startled by my reaction and dropped her jaw in shock, as if confused as to why I would reject her. Funny. She quickly recovered and tried to place her hand on me but I slapped it away, my sheer strength knocking her to the ground as she cried out.

I looked at her with disdain in my eyes. How dare she touch me?

I'm about to snap her neck when a knock sounds at my door before it is swung open. Only one person was foolish...or brave enough to storm into my quarters.

"Richard..." My beta, Stanley said as he walked in.

Stanley casted a bored glance at the crying slave girl but didn't say a word. Ley was used to my...tastes. "There's been another attack," He said and my face formed into a scowl.

I walked past the slave who scampered into a corner in fear. "Where?" I asked through gritted teeth as I pulled on my shirt.

"A few clicks outside the northern border. They're getting closer, Richard," Ley said, his tight voice betraying his stoic face. Ley was a lot like me which was why I liked him.

I swore loudly, ignoring the slave as she winced from the power in my Alpha voice. Casting her a bored look, I said, "You survived today. Never, ever put your hands on me again. Do you understand me?"

She nodded rapidly, not even letting me get the words out.

"How many did we lose, Ley?" I asked as I stormed out of my room towards the council hall, Ley following close behind me.

"None. Our guards were able to scare them off this time but the attacks are getting way too close, Rick. Bernard called yesterday that fourteen people went missing from their pack yesterday," Ley answered as we got to the council room, where my soldiers were already waiting for me and all bow their heads in greeting as I walk in.

I cursed under my breath. Fourteen. Bernard's pack was more than two hundred miles away from Blackwood.

"Who the hell are these guys and how can they cover so much ground in less than twenty hours?!" I roared and paced, ignoring the way my men winced.

"We don't know Alpha. We've been doing everything we can. We sent out best trackers to cover the borders to try to sniff out a scent but they got nothing," One of my men, Darius answered.

"You've got nothing? People are vanishing, entire packs are being massacred in their sleep and you're telling me you've got nothing? Well, that's f*****g great, isn't it?" I said, sarcastically, feeling rage boil beneath my skin. So much for relieving stress with that slave earlier.

"Alpha, I think they might be rogues. One of my contacts in another pack who escaped his pack's m******e mentioned that a whole pack of them invaded at night. They took women and children, killed the others. He said the leader was a werewolf with a large scar across his face," Ley revealed.

I whipped around to face him, my eyes narrowing. Rogues. I hated those lowlifes with every piece of my being. I understood slavery, appreciated it myself, considering. But if rogues had grown bold enough to start kidnapping and massacaring entire packs in broad daylight in the name of slavery, then we had a f*****g problem.

And children?? That was the problem with rogues. They didn't know which lines not to cross. And I had no problem enlightening them.

"Rogues," I let out a low growl, breathing every iota of disdain I could into the word. "Find them. And whoever this scar face is, I want him brought to me alive. If anyone in the Blackwoods pack goes missing or has even a hair on their head touched before these rogues are brought to me, one of you will pay dearly for it." I threatened, making sure to look each one of the men in the eyes so they know that I'm serious.

No one took from my pack and lived to tell the story. I would snuff out the life of every rogue before I let them into Blackwood territory.

"Ley!" I growled, then stopped when Ley jumped immediately to answer me because of the Alpha tone.

I considered apologizing but I thought better of it since other people were there. I trusted Ley with my life and treated him better than most people but I'd be damned if I let anyone see that kindness and take it for granted or exploit it. Never again

"Get the car ready. I want to go to King's place. See if he knows anything about this shistshow," I muttered as I walked out of the council hall and to my room to get my weapons.

"Of course. Maybe you can find another distraction," Ley said, and looked at me pointedly. I knew what he meant. I needed another release or I would explode.

As Alpha, I not only had an impossible amount of energy and pheremones but everything I felt was a million times more intense. Asides the fact that I came from a long line of alphas with a f*****g temper problem, I needed to constantly decompress or I would take someone's head off. I had already done it a time or two and while I didn't necessarily mind it as it kept my pack in check, it also wasn't entirely the best idea to be walking around like a f*****g time bomb.

So I found my release where I could...fighting, killing, s*x. A lot of s*x.

It worked the best and was the most enjoyable. Unfortunately, my particular tastes in women were…well, exactly that…particular.

There was something about blood and pain that calmed me, but only for a little while. Maybe it was because I'd grown up knowing battle all my life. Maybe it was because there was a part of me that was damaged and could only be tamed by chaos and destruction. The only thing that sated the beast inside me was the right kind of woman—and unfortunately, my tastes were… specific.

I didn’t touch pack females. Not after her. Never again.

But I needed a release. That was why I took slaves. I wasn't completely a heartless bastard. I released them when I was done with them…if they didn't do something to make me kill them first.

Most of them chose to stay with my pack, unable to return to their homes. As long as they were useful, they could remain.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Ley pulled up the car. I'd either find a new distraction today or kill a man.

Either way, the beast would be fed.