The Opal Wolf

Chapter Three

**Darrens POV**

I wake with a start, sprawled in the alley, head pounding from the crack I had received being overpowered by that tiny female who clouds my thoughts. She will pay for slamming me into the d**n wall! Growling, I get up and stretch out, grimacing at the pain of my wound stitching itself closed. Perks of being a werewolf, almost everything heals on its own at a rapid rate.

I told you we should have ate her. My wolf, Arken, growled in my head. How many times do I have to tell you that humans are FOOD! They aren't even worth the dirt in my paws. He begins to pace back and forth.

F**k off Arken! I boom in response. Humans freshly turned are easier to train for what we need. Freshly turned she-wolves are very submissive as you well know and a submissive female makes a good wh**e.

True. He grumbles. I still don't like it.

I don't hear you complaining when we are able to get our frustrations out. I dead pan, pushing him to the recesses of my mind. Rouges see humans as nothing more than prey, to be hunted and torn to shreds at their pleasure. It is very out of character for one to hunt them just to turn them and that is what I do. I keep my harem of women well stocked by doing it this way but it does come with it's own set of challenges. To keep attention off the fact that I am responsible for all the missing women in town, I have to appease Arkens inner beast and actively hunt or a murdering rampage will ensue. He is the true definition of a rouge, very temperamental and prone to bouts of insanity. It was hard keeping him under wraps.

Lets go. I bring the walls down and let him take over. Slinking out of the alley and heading to the safety of the woods, I make the three mile run to the territory where my "pack" resides. Pack really isn't the right word, as rouges really don't do pack life. Usually very solitary creatures, our tempers make it hard to work together as a unit. My pack is formed out of fear of the reputation that I have built being a ruthless killer. When the dark rouge comes around, most have the sense to tuck tail and run as fast as possible. Those who stick around either submit or are killed for challenging me. Arkens huge black form slinks onto the territory, greeted by our beta Christopher, who bares his neck in submission.

"Alpha, any luck with the woman you were pursuing?"

Ego still bruised from losing our little minx, Arken growls deeply at him, baring his teeth. Gaining back control and shifting, I punch him square in the nose. I didn't have to explain myself to anyone, let alone my Beta. Ignoring his whimpering, I walk back naked to my home, growling in frustration of how the day ended up. I need to figure out how to get my hands on that female and get her back here to make her mine. I know just the female to help with that plan too.

Brittany. I growl through the mind link. Meet me at the house. Now.

Yes Alpha. She purrs through the link. This sl*t may think she is going to please me tonight, but she has another thing coming and if she angers me, she will live to regret it. I am already in a foul mood and don't need to add anything on to make it harder to control Arken. Walking up and into the house, I head to the master and put on some grey joggers. Heading back into the living area, I sit down on the couch and wait for Brittany to arrive.

Just then, the door opens and in walks the devil herself, a slinky little number on, her arousal thick in the air. I growl at her, irritated at her brazenness to show up here like this. She knows better than to assume and she still does things like this to test my control. Slinking over, she tries to mount me and I shove her into the seat next to me, growling even louder to get my point across.

"I didn't call you in here to be my wh**e," I grumble, hurt swimming in her big brown eyes. Brittany is normally a good f**k but I was not in the mood to put up with her obnoxious moaning right now. The one I wanted squirming under me slipped through my claws and I will not bed another female until I have her. "I need you for a mission." This girl better learn to read a tone, or she is going to find herself in the dungeon, silver whips singing across her skin.

"Yes Alpha." She whimpers. "What do you need me to do?"

"There is a female I located today." I begin to explain. "She somehow took to the change sooner than most and overpowered me. I need you to locate her for me and bring her back to me. I wish to make her mine. Should you complete this, you will be rewarded with what you wish from your Alpha." Her face brightens at the prospect of worshipping me and my s****l desires.

"Yes Alpha!" She beams. "What does this female look like? I will bring her back to you by the end of the week."

"She has a body to die for, white ha-"

"Is she blind?!" She shrieks, interrupting me.

"I believe so." I growl. "Why do you ask?"

Scrolling on her phone, she shows me a picture of a female who just so happens to be my little firecracker. I instantly get hard just looking at the picture of her, walking in what appeared to be a school of some sort.

"Is this her Alpha?" She questions.

"Yes." I say, pleased she already knew this woman.

"You cannot be serious Alpha." She laughs. "This b***h is the biggest freak of our college!! She has nothing on me! I could please you in ways she knows nothing of!" She begins to rant but I hold up my hand, instantly silencing her.

"So she is pure?" I question, looking at Brittany with a glow in my eyes, letting her know Arken is right there, ready to rip her apart if she lies.

"I-I am unsure Alpha." She stammers. "I believe so. She only has one friend and he's never touched her like that"

"Then she is perfect. You cannot please me as she can because there is no bigger pleasure than having a completely blank canvas to work with. You were a wh**e before I met you and you are still a wh**e. I want her Brittany and you will find her for me. Am I understood?" I growl lowly at her.

"Y-yes A-alpha." She stammers. "I'll find her."

Watching Brittany leave, her head hung in shame and frustration, I begin to think of my female. If she truly is pure, she will be so much easier to manipulate and mold into the perfect and submissive little wh**e. I grow hard with the prospect.

You will be mine, little wolf.