Alpha Meera and the Peasant King

Of Blood and l**t

Oliver laid helpless in a small Cosy room, only lit by the light from the full moon outside. The room was cosy and familiar to Oliver, it was the pack house. Nathan and Garvey showed up _dressed in worn out clothing.

"You two look like trash, have you been playing hide and seek in the woods with each other?" Oliver said, trying to irritate Nathan, who was rather hot_tempered.

"You know you'd do yourself good if you keep your mouth shut and try to get used to the fact that your now officially our prisoner. Too bad your beloved Damion left you helpless in the woods" Nathan smirked.

"Shut the f*ck up! You know nothing about friendships" Oliver rebuked Nathan.

He imagined diving on him and slicing him with the growing claws on his hands, but Nathan and Garvey had ensured his entire body was bound with silver chains.

Garvey and Nathan had a hard time binding Oliver, because they were using an element that was also a weakness to them.

"Your alpha Jon is dead now. We must elevate one of our own to lead the park."

Garvey said to Oliver, before walking away.

"We must gather all wolves together and see that we work together, because only together can we thrive." Garvey said in a low tone.

"Hahaha… " Oliver laughed out. His voice was very audible and Nathan was greatly irritated by the sound. His skin texture begins to change into thick black furs and his bones grew bigger, he was about to pounce on Oliver.

"His not worth it," Garvey snapped, holding Nathan's arm and pulling him backward.

Nathan reluctantly turns back to Garvey. Who takes him to a hidden corner and rips off his shirt.

Garvey took Nathan by the neck and pulled him closer, selfishly, greedily, till their faces brushed against each other.

"His not worth your claws, may be we could do something more fun, rather than go after some…" Nathan wouldn't let Garvey finish, he pressed his lip hard against Garvey's and let of hot heavy puffs of breath.

"Not bad at all" Garvey chuckled.

"How about we try something like this" Garvey pushed Nathan to the wall, grips his neck, so much that Nathan is completely stiff.

He kissed him hard, bites his neck in a soft romantic way that appeared deadly, and licks his entire body.

Oliver wondered why the room next to him made strange sounds and noise.

Were they fighting? Or are they searching desperately for something?.

Oliver considered the chains that were used in binding him to the bed. They looked big and hard, he tries to force himself out of it but he gets weaker the more he tries.

Oliver felt helpless and frustrated. He was about to scream for attention, because his body was getting hungry for blood again.

Nathan and Garvey got a little bit startled. Oliver was greatly afraid, knowing fully well he was a dead man if he was found in this cave and bed, tired up helplessly.

Garvey kisses Nathan one more time before the two gay men separate.

"How's the wound?" Garvey asked, feigning care.

Your a werewolf, I wonder why you haven't healed up already.

"It's a poisonous arrow you moron, you can't even figure out something this cheap. Whatever do you do with those brain of yours. You sure your one of us?"

Oliver had a way of forcing out bitter emotions from people with his tongue, but Garvey was also good in controlling his temper.

"I have sent message to the rest of the pack, we all meet here tonight.ake your decision now, to decide your fate tomorrow. If you choose to remain a rogue that you are, the other beta and Omega wolves coming, would see to it that you don't see the light of day again and your Omega friend is also gonna face the same fate as well.

Garvey warned, with a face that said nothing but doom. Oliver is quiet for sometime.

"Was that a threat?" Oliver chuckled.

"Consider it a warning," Garvey spat on Oliver's face.

He walks away, shifting instantly into his wolf form. Nathan transform completely as well_ their eyes are like fire and their paws are huge, Garvey's claws looks way deadlier than his teeth.

"I think you'd make a good leader," Nathan smiled. And this pack is in dire need of someone with those qualities.

Heather and Diabolos had left a few traps in the woods before now, to get trails from the wolves and capture them should they cross a particular region.

"Slow down," Garvey said to Nathan, something's wrong here. He made a frantic observation of the waving trees and singing birds, then the woods and the pile of leaves on the floor. The cool autumn breeze swept pass their faces, as they raced along, turning a different direction, determined to find food or blood or whatever could sustain their appetites.

"Who's there!" Oliver yelled, obviously startled by the creaking door that swung open suddenly.

"I think you should keep your voice low a bit, am only one, I doubt I'd be able to take out both Garvey and Nathan at once." Damion blurted and smirked.

"Geez!" Oliver shrieked. He was already making up his mind for his imminent death.

"We don't have much time, we have about ten minutes to get out of here. I need to return to Oxford today, I've got a bunch work to do.

"Thanks a bunch pal," Oliver said as Damion untangles him from the chains.

"Wait," Damion said. "Can you perceive it?"

"No, what?"

"they are coming, run Oliver, run!"

Oliver was tired of running. He was tired of running from humans, from problems and from even his own breeds.

Damion advanced, shifting to his wolf form to ensure he runs fast enough to escape the razor_sharp claws of Garvey and Nathan. Oliver ran back to his bed and contemplated, feigning his death before they got to him, but he ruled out the idea.

"I'm no coward, I can't keep running. I guess I'd put an end to being a rogue today" Oliver blurted.

Burning desire in Oliver's eyes and tears in his eyelids. He wipes away the tears on his face, took a deep breath and transformed to his wolf form. He was a big black wolf, but the injury on his side, handicapped him from free flexible movements.

Oliver attacked with force and fury, advancing courageously towards Garvey and Nathan.

Nathan sprung high, with a face that looked psychotically evil and desperate for blood. But Oliver advanced, snarling and barking. Nathan unleash a lashing claw towards Oliver's face, the claw sank deep, Oliver fell back and rolled, until he stumbled on a hard Oak tree.

His wounds began to heal slowly, but the wound from the hunters arrow were still present and painful.

Damion kept running desperately, trying as hard as he could to exit the forest_ he turns to his side, perplexed as noticed Oliver was no where to be found.

Where was his mind all this while.

"No, no, damn it." Damion swore and yelled. "What a mess" confused, disoriented he came to a halt.

Oliver screamed from a distance and Damion resumed running away from the forest. Swearing to avenge Oliver but never to return_ until he finds a new companion.

"You should never have left the pack house," Garvey whispered to Oliver's ears.

"Now your gonna die a miserable death." Garvey looked muscular and tall. His hair was black, just like the fur in his wolf form.

"Listen, am going to be the new alpha, your beloved Jon is nowhere to be found." He said with a voice similar to Jon's in tone.

"Haha, you think the rest of the pack would actually accept that and buy you as their leader?" Oliver said with his languidly.

"Oh, they have already." Garvey said, shifting to his wolf form and lowering his next to rip off chunks of flesh from Oliver's wolf neck, obviously clueless of Oliver's Plan.

Oliver musters the last strength in his body, striking Garvey furiously and aggressively in his right eyes, Garvey wailed in torment.

The wail pierces Nathan's heart. He hurried towards Garvey desperately.

Garvey shrieks before slashing Oliver several times with his claws.

Nathan snarls, springs his body to Oliver. He nods, s***h and rips of chunks of flesh from Oliver's ribs. Nathan pins Oliver to the tree and Garvey slits his throat.

They share in the pool of blood and brushed their skin against each other in affection.

Garvey begins to heal slowly.