THE REJECTED ALPHA

CHAPTER THREE

“Get out!!!” Havoc growled angrily

Belvine didn’t think twice, she sprinted away, running back to her pack. She was surprised that he didn’t kill her but at the same time, she mourned the death of her brother.

“Mate,” Havoc drew closer to Louve and lifted her from the cold floor, she was breathing slowly and he prayed she wouldn’t die on her.

For years, Havoc had been mateless. What other wolves didn’t know was that Havoc was a cursed wolf.

He was cursed by Apollo, the wolf god because he killed one of his child (a demi-god) during one of his numerous battles.

Apollo laid a curse that he will forever roam the earth as a ferocious beast who will hunger and taste for blood all his life and only the love from his mate could cure him.

Louve looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the wolf whose hand carried her from the ground. He was tall and gorgeous. His wolf was nothing like she had ever seen. He was jet-black and had dark eyes that sunk deep. His fur was smooth and smelt intoxicating.

His hands held her firmly as if he was afraid to let her go.

She tried to speak but he shushed her. He held her closer to his chest. The warmth of his muscular chest was like a magnet and she for the first time in a long time, Louve felt secure, she felt like she had a reason to live.

Everyone watched as Alpha Havoc carried Louve into the settlement. They all paved the way for him no one dared to stand in his path or ask him any question. Earlier they had seen him run off like a mad dog out his tent and into the wood. They weren’t surprised, he was a dog, a wolf and he was mad. So seeing him returning with a tiny defenseless female surprised them.

The wolves of Shadow Pack were surprised that their ruthless Alpha hadn’t devoured her yet.

The 6’5 werewolf laid Louve on his bed in his bedroom and sat beside her as the pack nurses attended to her wounds. He never left her side for a minute.

Looking at Louve, Havoc was shocked that his mate was a skinny wolf. The gods must really be punishing him but at this time he had no choice. He couldn’t reject her because he needed her. She was his key to finding a way out of his everlasting ferociousness. Not that he didn’t enjoying killing, in fact he loved it, but he had lived for so long he was getting tired of it.

His strong hand stroked her the back of her palm as he waited for her to gain consciousness. Louve was so weak that the nurse advised her to sleep for a lot of hours especially because her wolf was so weak.

Her body was covered with bruises, cuts and injuries and the nurses had to do a few stitches for her to look more presentable.

It was almost dawn when Louve opened her eyes. She turned to her right and her eyes met with Havoc’s. He was sitting beside her and hadn’t slept a wink.

“Where am I?” she asked, sitting up as she tried to take in her surrounding. The room was big and well arranged.

“You’re save,” Havoc answered in a calm voice. He had changed to his human form to avoid scaring her. He caressed her and begged her lay down but Louve wouldn’t budge.

“Who are you?” Louve rubbed her temple. She still felt dizzy and her head was aching. She tried to remember what happened.....

......Derek and Belvine chasing her, then they started beating her, the loud growl, a wolf carried her......

He must be the wolf, her savior. The man who rescued her from the evil twins.

“You saved me,” her face lit up and she squeezed Havoc hand.

“Thank you,” she added, a single tear falling from her cheek.

Havoc couldn’t help but stare at Louve. She may not be all that pretty or sexy like the thousands of female wolves he had been with over the past few years but she had the brightest smile he had ever seen. Her ocean-blue eyes twinkled.

“You didn’t answer my second question, Who are you?” Louve asked again, straightening her messy hair.

“I’m....,” Alpha stammered looking for the right word to say to his mate.

“Are you a rouge?” Louve interrupted. She thought he was afraid to tell her he was the least pack member.

Rouges were outcasts of the Pack, who had betrayed their pack’s trust or were not strong enough to be in the pack. Most times if the Alpha was merciful they were allowed to go about their daily activities in the pack and were not given much role. Rouges also found it hard to tell others who they really were, most of them felt ashamed that they would be looked down on while others felt like they would be seen as prey for other ranks of werewolves.

“Yes,” Havoc quickly replied. He was afraid that if she found out who he really was she might not want to mate with him, so he decided to keep his identity a secret.

“My name is Czar Blake,” he smiled stretching his hand out and gave her a charming smile.

Havoc wasn’t lying, his name was really Czar Blake. That was his birth name. The name he bore for thousand of years. He never told anyone but Louve was his mate and she was very important to him.

“I’m Louve Rendall,” Louve shook him, her hands disappearing in his. Her cheeks turned red and she couldn’t help but blush. The man sitting beside her wasn’t just handsome, he was gorgeous.

She gazed in admiration at his broad, muscular shoulders. He was shirtless and Louve couldn’t storing at his exposed chest. His hair was dark brown and crashed on his shoulders. His chiseled jaw and beards made him look manly. And his eyes were dark, spell binding and bewitched her.

There was something about him, she thought. Something that made her tremble. It was as if he possessed a latent, leonine power, like some kind of authority that demanded respect from anymore who laid their eyes on him.

But the one thing that kept baffling Louve was his scent. There was something about it, it was delicious and enticing and she felt herself leaning closer towards him. Louve knew what he was, she knew who he really was to her. She knew he was her ‘mate’.