Blackmailing the Alpha

Rita POV “Okay, just take two more rounds and then we are done for today!” My voice echoed through the massive training camp as the fresh batch of teenage wolves groaned in exhaustion. Sweat dripped from their foreheads, muscles trembling as they pushed themselves harder under my command. Some collapsed the moment I turned my back, while others stood tall, pride in their eyes despite the pain. I watched them silently, arms crossed. Potential. That’s what I saw in them. And also fear—the fear that someday they might have to face real enemies. Training wasn’t just about strength. It was about survival. Before I could dismiss them, a familiar powerful presence brushed against my mind. “Rita, come to my office now.” Logan’s deep voice echoed through the mind link, firm and commanding. Sam’s presence followed right after his, curious and alert. Something was wrong. The moment I entered the Alpha office, I felt the tension. Sam was already there, leaning against the desk with a serious expression—rare for him. Logan stood near the window, arms folded behind his back, his posture rigid as stone. They were discussing something before I walked in. The room fell silent the second I stepped inside. “You called for me, Alpha?” I said formally, though we were closer than just ranks. Logan turned, his sharp eyes meeting mine. Without a word, he handed me a few photographs. “This man,” he said. “He was spotted near our territory borders.” I studied the images carefully. A man in his mid-twenties, dark hair, pale skin, always captured near the foothills that led to our land. Too close to comfort. “He hasn’t trespassed yet,” Logan continued, “but I want full details.” Sam pushed himself off the desk. “He’s been wandering around human areas. Something about him doesn’t feel right.” My jaw tightened. A stranger repeatedly near our borders was never a coincidence. “Consider it done,” I replied, handing back the photos. “I’ll find out everything.” As I turned to leave, I felt a strange spark of pride. Logan trusted me with this—again. Training the warriors was important, but this… this was a real challenge. And I lived for challenges. --- Being the Gamma of the Red Blood Pack wasn’t something I was born into. I fought for it. Earned it. Bled for it. It was the first time a woman ever held such authority in our pack. Many doubted me at first. Many tested me. All of them lost. My parents were killed in a rogue attack when I was just five years old. I still remember the blood. The screams. The darkness that followed. It was Logan’s mother—our former Luna—who took me in. She gave me a home when I had none. But it was Logan who turned my grief into strength. He trained with me, pushed me harder than anyone else, and made sure I never broke. When he took over as Alpha, everything changed. Our pack changed. The Red Blood Pack became one of the strongest in the southern region. No one dared challenge us anymore. And the main reason behind that strength was Logan’s wolf—Leo. Leo was not an ordinary Alpha wolf. Both of Logan’s parents were Alphas. That rare bloodline made Leo dangerously powerful. When Logan first shifted, it took him years of brutal self-control training to keep his wolf in check. Even the slightest disrespect could trigger Leo’s wrath. And when Leo fought… no one survived standing in his way. --- Sam and Logan were not just my leaders. They were my family. All three of us were still unmated. I turned 21 last month. Logan was already 24. Sam the same. For werewolves, finding a mate between 18 to 20 was natural. Especially for an Alpha—it was said that once the mate bond was completed, his strength multiplied. A Luna made an Alpha unstoppable. Yet, Logan still hadn’t found his. We traveled to different packs. Attended countless gatherings. Events. Ceremonies. All in the hope of destiny finally showing up. Sam was the most desperate among us. He never missed a single invitation. He dragged Logan and me along every time, claiming— “Tonight is the night! I can feel it!” But fate only laughed at him. As for me… once upon a time, I dreamed of finding my mate. Of that magical pull. That unbreakable bond. But now? I no longer needed it. My position. My strength. My loyalty to the pack—those defined me now. Love was a weakness I could not afford. And Logan… he never spoke about his missing Luna, but I could feel the emptiness in his wolf. An Alpha without his mate was like a crown without fire.