The Golden One

Submission

I walk towards the large crowd gathered around the main circle in the training ground.

All of the Alphas and Betas have gathered as well as what appears to be most of Carl's pack.

I have never been challenged for my title before. He was right, technically I was handed my Alpha status. What's more, I have never fought another Alpha before. Alphas became stronger with the strength of their pack and although I had fought Michael regularly, he was not the Alpha; he did not hold the additional power.

Internally I am panicking. I have been away from my pack for a week and a half, I haven't trained at all and I have barely let my wolf out. I am slacking in the Alpha department being here with Christopher.

Brad is already in the circle, jumping and stretching like an overexcited jock. I roll my eyes, unable to hide my disgust for his behaviour.

Arrogant prick. I'm ready for you.

I smile, glad that my wolf is ready for a fight. Although this was unlike any fight I have had before. This is a fight to the death or submission. But something tells me that Brad will never submit to me, so that leaves only death.

I don't kill mercilessly, it's not in my nature. It's partially what makes me a True Alpha. If I kill mercilessly, I'll just become one of them. Brad was right when he said I'm not one of them. And I want to keep it that way.

My unease continues as I enter the circle and look around at the crowd. Christopher isn't here and I can't smell him close by. It seems strange he wouldn't support me but maybe he didn't want to watch me get beat up or maybe he wouldn't be able to stop himself from jumping in to save me.

As if I'll need to be saved from the likes of him.

Oh, she's ready for a fight. I chuckle to myself.

Carl steps into the circle, his face screwed with anguish. All muttering stops as he addresses us and the crowd.

"The challenge will take place now, in fur. This is a fight to the death or submission. The winner will gain control of the loser's pack." He turns to look at me, eyes filled with worry.

"I bet you'd look good submitting to me, angel." Brads voice comes from behind Carl, a smirk plastered on his face.

"You have no idea, and never will." I wink at him while swishing my hair, hoping to throw him off with my feminine whiles. If he can use his masculinity to unnerve me then I can certainly bat my eyelids to do the same.

He licks his lips at my comment and I instantly regret it. Men can be disgusting at times.

He shifts into his wolf first and I quickly follow. Gasps come from the crowd. I forget Carl's pack have only heard whispers of my wolf but now they are witnessing her for themselves.

My gold fur shines brighter under the midday sun, my exaggerated canines showing as a result of my snarls at Brad. I stand about two feet taller than him. His soft brown wolf is of average size, nothing I hadn't faced before. But I know his pack is large so he will hold significant power.

We circle each other, sizing each other up. As I walk, I feel a strange feeling in my stomach before a sharp jab of pain hits my rib cage. I hold back a yelp as it's taken me off guard. Brad hasn't even touched me, he is at the opposite side of the circle, yet I am in pain. I take a sidestep as I lose balance and hear mutters from the crowd.

Brad notices my unbalance and takes his opportunity to strike. He stops across from me and pulls back ready to pounce. As he lunges at me, I feel another blow to my ribs and again it's not coming from Brad. I ignore the sharp stabs and lunge forward to meet him to engage in the fight.

We roll around, teeth snapping at each other. Brad is strong and is able to avoid some of my attacks. I yelp as the pain continues but it's still not coming from Brad's bites and attacks. It's hitting me in my sides rather than my neck, where Brad is focusing his energy.

Under Brad's grasp, I scan the crowd wildly checking for Christopher. He still hasn't appeared and it makes me uneasy. Suddenly I realise; it's Christopher's pain I feel.

Carl, find Christopher. He's hurt.

I see Carl run off and I try to push the pain to the back of my mind. Brad is biting down hard on my shoulder and I watch helplessly as the gold of my fur turns red with my blood. I wince audibly as he continues to bite down. I continue to wriggle in pain, feeling Christopher's pain on top of my own has weakened me.

I think about giving up but at what cost? Brad running my pack? No way.

The thought gives me a surge of energy and as Brad releases my shoulder from his jaw, I take the opportunity to snap at his cheek causing him to pull back slightly. After startling him, I manage to push Brad off me and bring myself to stand, shaking my head in preparation to move again.

I jump forward, teeth out and clamp down on his neck. He lets out a squeal and wriggles under me. I take my paw and pin him to the ground on his back, releasing his neck.

He continues to writhe under my hold as I bring my teeth right to his face, snarling viciously with saliva dripping off my huge canines.

Christopher's scent fills the air and he smells furious. I turn my head, keeping my paw firmly on Brad's chest. So firm in fact, I hear a loud c***k as I lean too heavily on his ribs. He yelps and stops wriggling.

Christopher is making his way over to the circle; topless, bruised and bloodied. He is dragging an unconscious man by the ankle who is similarly bruised and bloodied but is completely naked. Carl walks beside them, rage also filling his face.

Everyone turns as they reach the circle. Christopher throws the limp body down next to us.

"This is Alpha Brad's Beta." Christopher's voice is a deep growl.

"He thought now was a good time to pick a fight with me, Alpha Meila's mate." He looks around at the other Alphas, all aware of how this would have affected me.

My attention returns to Brad, who is still underneath my paw. I am angry and I am disgusted. But I am also amused that this cocky arsehole felt he was incapable of beating me in a fair challenge. 

I expose my teeth again and lean down to him, growling loudly and letting my saliva drip onto his face. I push down just hard enough on his windpipe to slow the oxygen flow to his body. It has the desired effect when he wriggles and shifts back to his human form, coughing loudly as I let go.

I too shift back to my human form and stand over him watching him cough on his hands and knees on the ground.

"Submit." I say calmly.

He turns to look at me still clutching at his throat.

"Never." He spits.

"I will not kill you, Brad." My voice is strong and everyone watches on as I continue to speak. "You are a coward. You could not engage me in a fair challenge and so this challenge is void." He pulls himself to stand as I speak, his face scrunched in anger.

"I am not your punisher. I will not condemn you for your crime. You have done that to yourself. Try conducting business with the other Alphas after this. Try leading a pack now they know what you truly are; a coward and a cheat." This hits the spot and, even though I stand naked in front of him, his eyes are fixed on the ground in shame.

"You say I am not worthy, but today you have shown you are not worthy. And everyone here is witness to it. I will not strip you of your title but I'm sure anyone here today happily will." The crowd is silent as I finish. Brad reluctantly draws his eye line up to mine.

He holds my gaze for a minute, his brain ticking over assessing the situation he has put himself in. Minutes pass as we are locked in a staring match, the crowd around us deathly silent. He purses his lips and scrunches his brow before kneeling to the ground and exposing his neck.

Submission.

I smirk as the crowd whispers and mutters around us.

"Go. You are no longer welcome at this pack or my own." My voice remains firm despite feeling exposed standing naked before all of these people. He stands then exits the circle heading to the packhouse to gather his things.

Carl and Christopher walk over to me. Carl removes his shirt and hands me it. Luckily it is big enough to reach my mid-thigh, covering everything that needs to be covered. Christopher pulls me into a hug and I am very aware that he is topless and how many female eyes are on him. It seems he's happy to see me, a little too happy as he presses against me, and I chuckle.

He keeps me in his embrace, stroking my hair and placing kisses on my neck and jawline. I can hear sighs from the female members of the pack as they watch on, definitely wishing they were me.

Thirsty bitches.

I flash them a stern look and they scamper away.

"Are you ok?" I ask once he's pulled out of our embrace. I scan his body, noticing some open wounds which are still bleeding. I forget this is normal for wolves and that I just heal very fast.

"Nothing I can't handle." He winks at me and I roll my eyes before giggling.

Before I realise what's happening, he scoops me into his arms and starts walking towards the packhouse. I place a light peck on his cheek as I tickle at his shoulder.

"Christopher?" I purr in his ear and I see his lips curve into a smile.

"I think I have some responsibilities to tend to back on the field."

"Well, I have some responsibilities to tend to in the shower with you." His voice is rough and hungry. I feel the familiar heat rush through my body, the cool breeze flowing up the shirt and between my legs does nothing to cool me.

Not finding any words, I let my tongue slide hungrily across my top lip. Christopher's smirk grows and his grip on me tightens. He hurries us up to the bedroom then drops me to my feet in front of him, pushing the door shut behind him.

"You have no idea how hot you are when you are in charge. I'm ready to worship you, Alpha." His deep voice rumbles from his chest while he unbuttons my shirt then pushes it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes scan over my body as I feel myself melt before him.

He bends down and lifts me over his shoulder, smacking my ass as he walks me to the bathroom. I giggle at his smack and reach down to squeeze his ass in retaliation.

He reaches the shower and turns the water on with me still naked over his shoulder. He gently places me under the warm water, shimmies out of his shorts and steps in to join me.

He lands a rough kiss on my already puckered lips and I reach my hands for his hard c**k, ready to please him. He pushes my hand away and I pull back from the kiss a little surprised.

"Oh no. This is for you, Meila. I am in awe of you and your strength and I want to pleasure every inch of your body because you deserve it." His beautiful green eyes stare into my own before turning dark when he pulls me back into a heated kiss. One hand is clutching at my waist while the other is behind my head, tangling in my golden locks and pulling me impossibly close.

Our tongues swirl together in the sweetest kiss we've ever shared. This moment feels different, more intimate than any we have shared before. His kisses are filled with more than just lust and his body begs me to return the passion.

I am completely at his mercy as his mouth trails down to my heaving chest. He sucks and nibbles at my erect n****e as I let out a satisfied moan. I feel him gazing up at me as he continued his attack on my breast, checking he was pleasuring me enough. Of course, he was.

Every touch from him has my panties dripping, every kiss from him makes me weak at the knees. He is my mate and I want him, all of him.

He continues his pleasuring assault on my body, dropping to his knees as the hot water runs over us.

He leans forward and places a light lick on my now throbbing c**t. He continues tickling and teasing me with his tongue causing me to let out a soft "Oh", begging for more. He slowly slides two fingers through my slick folds and lets out a growl at the feeling of being inside me.

I clench around his finger as his tongue continues to dance around the delicate bundle of nerves that offer me so much pleasure. He growls again as his fingers curl inside me, causing a slight gush of my juices. I whisper his name and throw back my head as I feel myself wind up for my release.

My fingers slide through his hair and grip on as my pleasure builds. But before I let him finish me, I pull him away and look down at him.

His eyes brows are scrunched together and he looks confused and worried. Taking in his beautiful features, I softly stroke at his furrowed brow, trying to relieve the tension.

"I'm ready." I whisper and his face relaxes. He stands and cups my face in his hand.

"Not to be marked. But for this— For us to share our bodies, every part of our bodies." I suddenly feel shy as he continues to watch me. He places a light kiss on my almost quivering lips before allowing his lust to take over again.

He lifts me roughly, wrapping my legs around his waist before resting his hands firmly on my ass cheeks, squeezing hard as he does.

He turns off the shower, with me still in his arms, and carries me to the bedroom. He places me gently on the bed, not caring that we are dripping wet, and pulls his body on top of mine. Placing gentle kisses on my face to my lips, he pulls back and stares deep into my eyes.

"Are you sure, Meila?" His voice is soft and caring.

"I am. I want this." My voice is calm, I know that I am ready for this next step.

He smiles sweetly at my response before leaning back down and placing a loving kiss on my lips. It sends a tingle through my body, my heartbeat increases rapidly at his soft touch and I pull him in closer to deepen the kiss.

This feels right.

There are no words to describe the feelings I had sharing my entire body with Christopher. It was unlike any s****l experience I'd had before.

It was soft and loving but rough and passionate. Lust and desire wrapped in respect and... love?

I roll over to see Christopher sleeping soundly. Quiet snores coming from his half-open mouth. I smile and place a light kiss on his forehead before getting dressed and heading downstairs.

It is still only late afternoon, a few hours since my challenge with Brad, and I feel I need to discuss things with the Alphas before they leave. Some are leaving tonight and some tomorrow morning.

I head to the meeting room to find them all gathered and discussing Alpha matters. Their heads turn to me as I enter.

"Ah Meila, nice of you to join us." Carl speaks then takes a less than subtle sniff of the air before giving me a huge grin. I blush, knowing I smell like s*x, then roll my eyes at him.

"What have I missed?" I sit down and cross my legs.

"We are discussing the rogue problems." Alpha Cesar speaks now, a kind smile on his face. I nod and listen in.

The meeting continues and it seems no one is concerned with the prophecy or Brad's challenge for my title. It seems they are satisfied with me as an Alpha for now. I'm a little relieved as I can't really be bothered discussing it. The blood moon reading will give us more information. Until then there is not much else to say.

Carl dismisses everyone but I remain seated. Once it's only Carl and me in the room he claps his hands and does a little dance.

"You did it?!" He shouts, his face filled with glee.

I don't have siblings, so I'm not sure if his interest in our s*x life is normal or not. But I can't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.

"Yes Carl, we did it. Is it that obvious?" I shake my head as his excitement continues.

"Well, all I can say is we could smell it, we definitely heard it and it was so passionate we damn near felt it! You should have seen some of the Alphas dreaming it was them!" He finishes with a laugh and I blush so hard it feels like my head will explode.

"In all seriousness, I'm happy for you two. He's been through a lot and he deserves this. I consider you a good friend now and I know you deserve this too." He walks over and gives me a bear hug leaving me feeling tiny in his arms. He releases me and I flash him a big smile before leaving.

Heading back up the stairs, I think about Christopher and I. After today I am quickly relaxing into the idea of being mates. Real, marked mates. But I need to return to my pack tomorrow and we haven't discussed what we will do. Is he coming with me? I can't bear to be away from him like last time.

Hushed angry voices bring me out of my thoughts. I peer over the bannister to try and hear what they are saying. I can't make out words but there is a definite disagreement happening below. I hear a slap of skin on skin contact and Ayoke walks out from the hallway beneath the stairs. She is dusting herself off as she walks, muttering under her breath.

Lovers spat. I chuckle to myself before I hear loud footsteps stomping from where Ayoke just came from. I peer over again ready to make a sassy comment to Carl for his fight with Ayoke considering I had only just left him, but I am taken aback by who walks out of the hallway.

Alpha Damien stands under the staircase, fists clenched and teeth-gritting. He storms off in the same direction as Ayoke and I can smell the anger coming from him.

Do they know each other?