The Female Alpha (on going)

Chapter 6

Siegmund POV

Snap...” AHH!” Snap…”AHH!” Snap...”AHH!”

Is all I could hear now. The snap of the whip and the scream of the prisoner who yelled at the young pup bringing us water whose name I learned is David. As David was placing my lunch, a simple yet satisfying peanut butter and jelly sandwich into the wall turntable, three large men were removing the troublemaker from his cell. They escorted him to a closed room kicking and screaming. I assume from the sounds now coming from said room it is a torture room. I do not want to end up in there, I thought to myself.

It has only been half a day; my wolf is hiding for an unknown reason he is not himself. I am cold, sore and my nose is in overload from the awful smells in here. The pup mentioned it could be a couple of days before I even have a chance to explain my actions. Lost in my thoughts at just wanting to get out of this hole when the guards came out of the closed room.

While laughing and dragging the troublemaker, “he should behave now and not give your son David anymore trouble,” one of the guards said with a smug tone in his voice.

            “I should hope not, there was no reason for his behavior to begin with.” A man walked out wiping his of hands of blood off with a towel, behind the two dragging the prisoner.

            “Stan, does he receive any rations today?” One of the guards asked while throwing the unconscious prisoner to the floor.

            “No, per current regulation he should go without for three days. However, alpha wants a run down on protocol for the prison, mentioned the possibility of changes,” Stan replied.

            “Has alpha not already changed enough?” The same guard asked, while shaking his head.

            “I know what you’re saying, but it is every alpha’s right to run a pack how they see fit. And I did not see either of you complaining when alpha took down that rogue leader. No one has ever seen a move like that. Didn’t you say your fighting skills seemed to be improving Chatwyn?” Stan looking at the guard with a sheepish grin.

            “You are right, that was something else and yes I did feel better after that fight, but you won’t catch me telling alpha that,” Chatwyn started laughing and the other two joined as the three of them headed for the door that led out of here.

With the loud bang of the door closing the prison fell back into silence. I went back to my thoughts while nibbling on my sandwich. Wonder what this alpha is like? Interesting how the warriors seemed upset yet happy about the changes, whatever that is. Hopefully, it will bode in my favor. Thinking that after this, returning to my original rogue pack would be my safest bet. I know of the woods where my foster family found me, yet that was it. There were no clues to who I was, I fear I may never know who I am or where I come from.

Hette POV

Yawning and stretching in bed, rolling over to see 4:45 on the cell phone, only confirmed that it was time to leave the comfort of my oh so comfortable bed. Heading to the bathroom to prepare for the day I thought to myself. I will get with Stan and deal with those prisoners today. Yesterday’s self-care was just what I needed. Re-energized I was ready to get on with gathering information on the attack that happened the other morning. I brushed my teeth, threw my hair up in a messy curly bun, grabbed a warm workout outfit, then headed out the door.

I was headed for the staircase when; “Hette, oh thank the goddess I caught you. I haven’t seen you in days,” my mother spoke as though we had been apart for ages.

            “What’s up mom, I need to get to training,” speaking to her in a rushed tone.

            “Hette, dear, I know you have been put in a tough spot, however” ……. she hesitated a bit which made my face furrow in confusion. “When do you think you will find your mate?” she inquired.

            “Geez mom…are you kidding me right now? Not only do I not have time, as you just mentioned. I do not need a man by my side to run this pack. I have this! When the moon goddess decides it is time, then it will happen. Until then can you drop it?” I was raising my voice with each word. Anger was boiling up and unlike a volcano I was trying not to blow.

            “I’m…I’m sorry,” as she crossed her arms and stood up taller.                                

Oops, I thought to myself. She is not going to take that well. As she stood there for a min her face of concern turned motherly.

            “Hette Ann Silvius,” she spoke in a tone of authority. “If you ever speak to me that way again do not think I won’t punish you. You may be my alpha now, but you are primarily my daughter. I spent forty-eight gruesome hours bringing you into this world, do not think for one second, I will not take you out of it. In all my years with your father he never spoke to me in such a manner as you just did.”

            “Mom please, I am terribly sorry. You are right. I am only tired of everyone in this pack brining up this mate situation. If I were a male, no one would question me,” I humbly spoke to my mother, while softening my eyes. I could not however lower my head. I loved my mother, but I was her superior now.

            “I love you Hette and know I will support you in any way possible all you need is ask. I guess I have been hounding you. I am sorry.”

Did I just hear right, she apologized to me, I thought in shock?

            “Thank you,” smiling at her. I reached out with open arms offering to receive a hug from her. She opened her arms and we embraced. I whispered, “I love you and thank you.”

Letting go and backing away from the embrace, I smiled and said, “I have to get to training, but if you would like to talk more, meet me in my office after lunch. I have to deal with the prisoners this morning.”

            “I will and maybe you can find something for me to do to help,” mom said as I started to walk away.

            “Sounds great,” I hollered as I began running down the staircase.

I made training just in time, the next two hours were intense, but everyone seemed to be working well together. After the ladies and I meditated for fifteen minutes, I mind linked Irmele, Burghart, Leonheart and Stan, “meet me at the prison door, I would like to move forward with interrogating the prisoners.” I cut the link off not needing to hear a response I knew they would all be there.

The five of us gathered just outside the large steel door that just on the other side housed the prisoners.

            “Stan, what is our current situation,” I asked the head prison warrior.

            “We have three prisoners, two have been cooperative and one as you know received his lashes yesterday afternoon,” Stan stood with confidence as he spoke to me. “We were unable to get any information out of him regarding the attack.”

            “That is too bad, I was hoping this would be easy,” crossing my arms over my chest. “I would like to question the other two separately, maybe they will be compliant given their situation.”

            “David told me there is one that is waiting to speak his peace, I would start with him,” Stan stated.

            “Sounds good,” I began to turn when General Leonheart spoke up.

            “Alpha, why is she here?” Leonheart was point at Irmele and his demeanor upset me to the point Fye began to stir.

            “She,” I responded firmly as my alpha aura began to fill the space and I directed it to Leonheart personally. “Is my female betta. Burghart is yet mated and I wanted another woman in my chain of command, you know this.” My throat began to vibrate with a growl. “If I want her present in a situation, you will not question that. Since we are all together it is a perfect time to inform all of you that Irmele is permanently the rank of gamma to this pack. I was going to announce it later today. I know once Burghart finds his mate we will have a betta female. I want Irmele in a permanent position, so get used to it, like me she is going nowhere.”

I held my gaze, so pissed at this point, first my mother and the whole find a mate factor and now my own general questioning my choices, I have had it. I continued pushing my aura on him, he stubbornly and slowly gave in by barring his neck. It was not good enough he needed to know I was in charge. I pushed harder until he dropped to one knee and then the other, only then did I start to slowly ease up. Leonheart was on his knees, head down looking at the floor averting any eye contact with me.

            “Now are we going to have any more problems, or do I need to start interviewing for a new general?” I asked as I stood over him.

            “No alpha,” is all Leonheart could say now.

            “Good, now stand. We have business to attend.” I watched as my now general finally looked up giving me a look of regret.

Burghart grabbed the thick, large handle of the door and opened it, the dingy, musty smell wafted out and into our nostrils. The five of us filed through. After Burghart closed the door behind us, I let him pass me. I preferred being last, although the title alpha made me in charge of the pack, I did not want to step on the toes of my warriors and their job duties. I was only here to listen and get answers. It was their job to retrieve those answers.

Siegmund POV

The silence and darkness of my cell replaced by the loud creaking of the door, a small sliver of light shined through, while the door opened. Candles began glowing around the prison and shadows appeared on the dirt walls. I could hear voices, but they were speaking quiet enough even my wolf ears could not pick up what they were saying. There was a mixture of male and female voices, interesting. My nose went up into the air sniffing uncontrollably. A hint of cinnamon and orange entered. Out of nowhere Joel came out of the dark recesses of my mind. I could sense his nose taking in the scent, he spun and yipped out in excitement, “mate!”  

I began speaking to Joel, “this cannot be, here in a legitimate pack, how is that even possible?” Confusion set in, “we are rogue, we should be unmated forever.”

            “Sig we are not true rogues. At least not as a pack sees it. Someone abandoned you in the woods, not kicked out of a pack for crimes. Yes, rogues raised you, and you learned their ways, not knowing anything else. That alone does not constitute you technically rogue. It does make you pack less, but now that we have found our mate, we can have a real pack.

Joel was bounding and spinning with such excitement. I was confused to no end. I could hear the voices heading in my direction and I backed up into the dirt wall. I only wish I had the ability to sink in and become one with the dirt wall right now. Three men came into view. What was going to happen, I began to panic.

            “You,” boomed a voice. I recognized the one that was in here earlier, his name was Stan if I remember correctly.

            “Yyyyes,” the word stuttered out of my mouth. I could feel Joel was getting upset with my demeanor. He was a proud wolf, he scenes his mate Joel did not want to show her weakness.

            “Who are you?” Stan questioned

            With a respectful tone I clearly said, “Siegmund of the roaming rogues.”

Stan glared while he inserted the key to unlock my cell. “Well, Siegmund of the roaming rogues do as I say, and this can go amicably. Turn around and place your hands on the wall.”

I did as he said. My hands forced behind my back and placed in shackles. A burning sensation began around my wrist and knew the shackles were made from silver. I bit back the urge to moan, growl or scream as the pain intensified. I would not give them the satisfaction. As they removed me from my cell the scent of orange and cinnamon grew stronger. I glanced around and saw nothing, yet I remember hearing female voices when everyone first entered. Was my mate down here? The scent was neither subsiding nor gaining, she must be hiding.

They walked me into the room and what I saw made me freeze. I dug in my heels and refused to move. “No,” I shouted. “I did nothing wrong.” Wiggling, and fighting, hoping to keep from entering this torture chamber. I could see a table with straps in the middle of the room, chains and shackles hanging from the ceiling. Weapons of all kinds hanging from the walls. What have I gotten myself into, I thought to myself?

            Stan standing off to the side of the room yelled, “stop fooling around, get him in here.”

Lifting my legs up and cradling me from either side the two carried me the rest of the way and placed me on the table. As I squirmed to no avail, they locked me down to the table. Next, everything went dark as a bag was placed over my head. As I laid there waiting for pain, my mind spinning a million miles a second, it hit me, the scent was back and stronger this time. I inhaled deeper my body relaxed, fear turned into pleasure and then I heard it the sweetest voice ever.