Conquered By The Blind Alpha

Leather Shoes

ALLE

My mouth tasted like s**t.

I could hear everything, the racing of my heart, the churning of my stomach, the sounds of claws sinking into flesh and ripping it off.

The growls and snarls of pain and war reached my ears as loud as battle drums, the sounds vibrating and rattling my bones.

My heart seized with fear, my skin feeling like a distant part of me. I wasn’t sure how I was breathing, how I was thinking.

I tried again and again to shift but I couldn’t, my wolf wouldn’t respond, my limbs wouldn’t function.

That was when I heard it, the shuffle of footsteps approaching me, not paws, no grunts, no growls, just people on their two feet.

A strangled sound left my lips as I forced my eyes open, my lids feeling as though rocks had been stuffed into them, my sight wasn’t any better but through my blurred vision I could see the glint of leather shoes that stood right next to my head. Right next to that pair were sneakers that tapped impatiently.

My vision cleared slowly, but not totally but I could make out more details on the shoes, I could see the material of their pants as well as the glaringly obvious fact that the two men were huge.

“Is this her?” a low voice asked and the pair of sneakers shifted, the person leaned down and an unfamiliar face came into view.

Glowing green eyes stared back down at me, dark amusement playing in those unfamiliar orbs.

“I think they got the wrong woman,” the man said, “She’s far too hot to be the monster they described,” he laughs, as though my appearance was a joke to him.

I was in my lace panties and bra, which I had expected to tear off once I shifted yet, I couldn’t even go past the first stage.

I glared at the bastard who seemed to find amusement in my torment, his fingers reached for my hair and I glared at him, wishing my sights could turn to molten lava in the next second.

“Ohoh!” he raised his hands in mock surrender, “It’s her alright.”

“Good,” a different voice said, leather shoes, I realized.

“Pick her up,” Leather shoes ordered, his voice deep and riveting, the sound sobering me up even further as it made the small hairs on my skin stand…eagerness? Anticipation?

“Oh, come on, look at her, we should check that rumored strength first, shouldn’t we?” Sneakers said, looking at me with a rather hungry look in his eyes.

There was no response from leather shoes, but Sneakers let out an exaggerated sigh as though getting some silent message. He used his fingers to gesture someone else forward and soon I felt myself being lifted off the ground, my limbs slack as the stranger lifted me like a sack of potatoes.

I caught sight of Leather Shoes’ back, broad, muscular and covered in a black dress shirt that almost couldn’t contain the muscles beneath, long hair that was tied back and rested against his neck.

There was something about him, something about his scent that made my gaze remain on him. He carried an air of superiority around him and though I couldn’t see his face, I could tell he was their leader, the instigator of this m******e.

Bodies of my warriors strewn across the green grass that was now soaked crimson in their blood, none of them was left, they managed to take a significant amount of the intruders down but from the look of things, it just wasn’t enough.

Bile rose in my throat as we passed by each body, my men, my family, dead.

They attacked us at our weakest, while the majority were drunk and most not in attendance of the wedding.

How did they breach the borders?

How did they get through our complicated and dangerous security system?

These bastards!

Sneakers whistled as we moved further away from the garden, away from the pack house, from the looks of things, no one had attempted to open the doors…did that mean they were here for me?

Just me?

“What…” my throat’s muscles worked against me, but not hard enough, “…do you want?” I finished, my voice a scratchy, barely audible mess but Leather shoes halted, stopping everyone in his stead.

He turned slowly, and looked at me.

My breath caught in my throat as his face came into view, illuminated by the faint light from the garden and the moon.

His eyes…

They were silver.

A dead silver.

There was no black or brown or anything in those orbs, just a sort of white silver color that gleamed, its shade somewhat akin to the trees that spread around our pack.

He took a step forward and then another, until he was right in front of the man who carried me.

He leaned down, his scent flooding my lungs, drowning me in a barrage of wet soil and apples.

His face was cold, devoid of emotion and his eyes seemed hollow, empty yet…he had the face of a god.

“Everything, Alpha,” the corner of his lips tilted up at the side, a grin that sent ropes of chill down my spine, “I want everything.”

Just as he spoke, the sound of roaring flames reached my ears, an explosion, and then another.

My head snapped to the side as I twisted my body in the direction of the sound, a horrified gasp leaving me as orange and red filled my vision, the castle.

My struggles made the man who held me loose his balance and I fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

The structure I was born and raised in was now engulfed in flames, the gray bricks turning into a darker shade, the windows cracking from the pressure and heat. And the screams.

I heard their screams, the children, the adults…Clarisse.

“No…no, no, no!” The scream ripped from my lungs, blood slipped past my lips as horror permeated every inch of me.

I crawled; I still couldn’t move properly. I dragged my body across the ground, ignoring the stones that cut into my flesh, I couldn’t hear or feel anything, just them…their pain.

I was their alpha and each of them were bound to me, were my responsibility, and I failed them.

I heard some of them call for me, I heard the banging against the castle doors that I had watched close.

I sent them all in there, I sent Clarisse in there.

“No!” I cried, I was hysterical, pain and shock burning through me like acid, tears spilled down my cheeks and my limbs trembled with an ache, I was struggling, fighting the effects of whatever it was that remained in my system.

“Grab her,” Leather shoes ordered without even a hint of remorse in his tone. “I have places to be.”

My fists clenched tightly as the pain burned hotter and brighter, no, it was rage, it fueled my veins, replacing every single emotion I had.

Rage, it rattled against my skull like a warning, screaming, wailing until I finally gave into it.

“You!” I growled, “You did this!”

Just as the man who carried me before reached for me, I felt my claws protrude and as he leaned down, I dug them into his throat.

His eyes widened with shock and horror as blood poured from his mouth, I tightened my grip on his throat holding on to his pipe before crushing it completely.

As the light faded from his terrified eyes, I ripped his throat out and held on to the mound of flesh.

I slowly stood, sheer adrenaline holding me up.

The screams died down which only fueled the rage that consumed me more.

“Holy f*****g s**t!” I heard Sneakers say in a hurried panic.

He tried to reach for me but I sped past him with ease, maneuvering as I lunged at Leather shoes, he stared ahead, unblinking even as my claws sunk into his chest.

He caught my hand before they went deeper into his flesh, his powerful fingers wrapping themselves around my wrist in a vice grip that made my bones shift.

He held me with his other hand, turning our bodies as he shoved me, my back slammed hard against the floor.

He gripped both my wrists in one hand with ease and held them above my head, pinning them painfully against the ground as his body towered over mine.

His knees dug into the ground, he straddled me while keeping our chests from touching but his face was only a breath away, those dead eyes staring down at me.

My rage shifted, even as I struggled in his hold, I was well aware of the tingles that crawled up my finger, down my forearms and spine, the way my heart hammered against my ribs and how I struggled to pull in breaths.

He lets out a low, ragged breath, one similar to mine.

Something was wrong.

His fingers burned my skin, so bad yet I wanted to lean into it, into him.

His scent was everywhere, filling every inch of my mind now, ingraining itself into my memory.

My wolf roused, burned, clawed at my insides even as intense hatred pounded through me.

No. This isn’t rage.

This is something else.

His lips pulled up in a snarl and his grip on me tightened, our ragged breaths mingling, the warmth dampening every other feeling.

“f**k!” I cursed, the words leaving me as it all came crashing in.

Lust.

I wanted him.

“Get off me!” I growled, digging my nails into his skin as panic and need pounded a hole into my skull.

No…no...no!

He didn’t budge, he just…stared?

His breaths heavy, his lips only a breath away when they parted.

And then he said the one word that now echoed in my mind like a warning, a salvation.

“Mate.”