The Abducted Alpha And His Human Mate

1. The Attackers

Heller Sagehorn

I let go of my bride and demand she flees.

I watch her back till she disappears safely from sight. Then I spin on my feet and leap from my throne onto the battle scene beneath, starting to do what I do best. Protect my pack. Fight for our lives

But I get really confused.

The attackers are humans. Humans can't stand the strength of wolves. Why are my wolves running away, screaming for their lives? "Stand and fight!" I shout.

In truth, these humans come with strange weapons. We're in the thirteenth Century. I have never seen weapons fashioned in these manner. All they have to do is boom and my fellow werewolves shatter to pieces.

I become a little scared. But I must fight.

My folks keep dying. They lie on the floor of the mating ritual hall like flies, slaughtered even before getting the chance to shapeshift. The veil of peace behind my throne has been torn to pieces.

I swing into action. I rush towards one human about to stab a wolf, drag out his neck from his head and fling his body away. Blood pumps out from him like a fountain of red ink. His body shakes and trashes on the ground like a fish out of water.

I breathe in and out, looking to unleash more mayhem.

I try to shift to my wolf form, Cort. But I quickly discover I'm too powerless to shapeshift. What's happening? What's wrong with me and my entire pack?

The milk of the puppy!

That must be it. The drink really tasted funny. I should have known.

We have all been poisoned.

I look around. Where is my best friend, Ian?

I turn left and right and finally find him. Ian gives me the biggest shock of my life. There on my throne, with a wide smile on his face, is Ian sitting majestically with his legs spread apart.

Are my eyes playing tricks on me?

Someone that I have trusted with my life, a wolf I have always called brother, whom I have shared everything with, ate together with, hunted, battled side by side with, the only wolf that advises me when I'm going wrong and knows all of my weaknesses, is doing this to me?

It is unbelievable.

Even if a soothe Sayer had said, I would have dismissed the soothsayer as fake. I never saw this side of Ian, as much of a character reader and observer as I am. Yes, I know he is ambitious, but I never knew to what extent and how far he could go to achieve his whims.

The poison Ian put in the Milk of the puppy wine is beginning to take its full effect as the light in my eyes dimmed. Ordinarily I should have passed out by now, but my Wolf, Cort is the one holding me up.

Ian stands from his seat on the throne, holds up his hand and barks thrice.

Suddenly, the attackers stop.

Silence sweeps through the place, except for the moan and cries of my dying wolves.

"Oh, most powerful Alpha," Ian says. He bows his head to me, mockingly. "Your days as our Alpha are over. I'm taking this pack as mine now. Anyone who opposes me dies!"

By this time, the attackers have surrounded me. They point their swords at my neck. "What do you want, Ian," I growl, my strength continuing to falter..

"I got what I want, Heller Sagehorn," Ian says. "My throne. You have nothing else to offer me." He turns around and walks towards the throne and sits on it.

"Mr Bill Bilton," he says. An imposingly bulky man with heavy boots on his legs steps forward.

Ian then looks at me. "I promised this man and his people to give you to them. They are said they are from the future, or some stuffs like that. I think they are a little crazy. But their offer was too juicy. I am giving you over to them because they promised to help me fight this pack and give me the throne, which they have successfully done. You now belong to them. Let them do with you as they please."

"Ian," I say, growling with the last strength in me. "I don't deserve this from you. You'll reap what you sow." I fall on my knee, hot tears flowing from my grey eyes. I can tell they are even getting darker as energy zaps away from me.

Ian laughs viciously. "I'm reaping what I have sown in the past, Heller. I have sown servitude, following you around like an ambitionless puppy. But see, I have reaped glory. The throne is my worthy reward!" He turns towards the Seven Elders who are visibly about to s**t their pants from fear. "Bow before me, you stupid fools. Don't stand and stare me like morons. I am your new Alpha and Leader of the Blue Moon pack." One by one, the elders, as well as all the wolves still alive in the pack, bow their heads.

Ian chests out and sits up on his.... my throne.

He turns his attention towards the attackers, telling them I am now theirs. They can take me away. They should kill me too. So I don't return to cause any troubles.

I am bewildered. This is all too sudden.

Who are these people? These humans.

They look extremely sophisticated. Like they are not from this century.

Their shirts and pants are svelt and unusual. They carry sticks, from which fire booms out, shattering to pieces whatever is unfortunate to stand before it.

Indeed, hell is empty.

And the devils are here.

*~*

Finally, A Fated Mate?

Without my consent, these humans cart me away.

Like an undignified pig.

My legs and hands get shackled to silver chains.

It is the most humiliating thing to be done to an alpha wolf. Cort wails inside my heart and my soul, he is in deep pain as the silver chains burn into my skin.

I hear a voice screaming my name persistently. It sounds like my Gamma, Ferdinand. He wails like a mad wolf as I am dragged out of the mating-ceremony hall.

I have no idea where I am being taken to, but my body is hauled into something I believe is a metallic beast. It has about five humans in it. Suddenly, it roars and starts moving. "Drive carefully," the man identified as Mr Bill Bilton, who is seated by my side at the back, says.

"Yes, sir," replies the man in front of the beast. He is the one commandeering our movement with the aid of a rudder.

What a miracle. Who are these people?

I look out the window. I am no longer in my Pack's vicinity. Where are they taking me to?

The moonlight slants and casts its beam on me. I wonder for a second if the Goddess is actually watching me. Honestly, I have stopped believing in her due to my mating situation. But I need something to believe in right now. Anything at all, even if it is a dead goddess.

My wolf within me, Cort, has been rendered useless by the silver chains, an enormous howl escapes my throat. The world suddenly goes dark. I shut my eyes.

In my dream, I am being pummeled all over again. Someone opens the clear blue sky and rains arrows of water upon me. The droplets pierce and drill holes within my body, waking me from my slumber.

I am wet all over. A human walks away from me with a bucket. It turns out that they had woken me up with a splash of cold water to my face.

I am in a room with tall white installations that look strange. There are blinding, artificial lights I have never seen in my life.

Cort is beginning to recover his strength. Inside the large room, I see more of the attackers. They operate huge metallic objects, things I couldn't recognize. They drone like angry dogs about to attack.

More chains are added to the ones on my hands and feet. The humans notice I am beginning to get my strength. The chaims are secured in place by two monstrously bulky men. I'm tall and well built but I must confess that these men are way bigger than me.

But the poison seem to be clearing from my system. No matter how giant-like these human are, with my current state of recovery, I could take on a hundred of them without flinching or batting an eye. But the chains are made of silver to keep me restrained.

I communicate with Cort in my head.

"How are you doing, buddy?"

"Mine," he says.

Mine?

I am confused.

Cort has never told me that.

An inner wolf only says Mine whenever a fated mate is within close vicinity. I ask Cort, "what do you mean by mine?"

I receive no further answer.

"Cort, are you there?"

Two people walk towards me. A man and a woman. They are impeccably dressed and put on white coats over the dress underneath.

I catch a scent.

Cort starts to pace in my head. He has caught the scent too. I am f*****g bamboozled.

I look at the woman. Wait a minute. Is my fated mate a human? This woman!

"MATE!" Cort screams.

But I feel nothing for the woman. It is known that when you find your fated mate, even you will know. It is magnetic. The feeling will well up and overflow within you. The connection will be instantly felt.

I start to jerk on my chains, like I want to break free.

Cort becomes restless too.

I have been searching for this feeling for over a thousand years.

The girl steps back from fear of my growing agitation. The man stays put, looking at me from few feet away.

"Mine!" Cort and I growls out from our depth.

I look straight into the man's eyes.

My heartbeat skips and pounds like a beating drum.

I can tell the man can feel what I am feeling. He eyes are transfixed on me, and they start to water.

This must be a joke.

I relax myself and start to laugh.

The moon goddess is a clown, but she has chosen the wrong wolf to play a prank on.