Unraveling the Alpha

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Malia took a path leading into the woods. She'd debated going back to Cyrian's place but quickly thought against it. She walked leisurely weighing Alpha Max's reaction. If the Alpha doesn't trust her as early as now then she might have a hard time fulfilling her mission.

Maybe she needed a approach.

The pack was surrounded by scenery so beautiful it was a like a breath of fresh air from the hunters' compound where she grew up. It made so much sense for when they shift.

Malia took a deep breath and exhaled through her mouth.

So deep in her thoughts she didn't hear the Alpha approaching.

“Why are you out here when training's going on, I didn't give you permission.” she frowned at him. “I need your permission to use my own legs?" Malia snapped realising her blunder too late. " Er, I mean… " she bit her lower lip.

Alpha Max frowned. “In the future I suggest you mind your tongue, I don't tolerate insolence."

“Got it." Malia said and Max scowled.

“Cyrian told me what happened to your pack.” Malia's expression turned sorrowful, she needed to look like she was mourning the loss of her family and her pack.

“It was awful." She said choking back tears. “It’s nothing short of a miracle that I'm still alive those hunters…they were heartless. They were on a rampage shooting and cutting down every wolf on sight, it was terrible.”

Malia made a show of wiping away tears from her eyes, she closed her eyes and breathe deeply when she opened them again she found Max staring at her his expression inscrutable. “Please let me join your warriors so that I can avenge my parents and my pack.” Malia pleaded.

Max was still staring at her she couldn't tell whether he was trying to get a read on her or he simply just loved staring at her. He looked her over from head to toe. “Can you fight?" He asked eventually.

" I don't know, I can most certainly try. I'm a fast learner I promise.”

He looked at her contemplatively before he said. “Let's get back to training before it's over."

When they got back to the training ground Alpha Max paired her off with Ron–a werewolf with a crew cut and built like a giant. He stood off on the side and watch them spar.

Malia made sure she came off as clueless and inexperienced as possible until Alpha Max decided to take Ron's place. He took off his shirt to reveal corded muscles and broad shoulders and Malia tried not to drool reminding herself why she was here, and most importantly he isn't human. Being attracted to a werewolf as a hunter was a huge taboo and laid grounds for expulsion within the hunters' guild. Malia once heard of a hunter who fell in love with a shewolf, not only was he expelled from the hunters guild but they were hunted down as well.

Werewolves were no different from demons and they were treated as such, it doesn't matter what human skin they wear they're evil, corrupt and diseased and must be purged out from the earth.

The werewolves around them halted their practice to watch, whispers of disbelief and looks of horror passed between the onlookers. Malia made sure to not land a single blow instead she danced around his blows most of the time not afraid to let him see how quick on her feet she was but she wasn't fast enough, his fist dove into her gut knocking the breath out from her and Malia fell to the ground wheezing.

“Get up!" He commanded.

By the time they were done Malia's body was screaming in pain.

“You're fast but not fast enough in other words you're just terrible.” Alpha Max told her. "report back here at 4:30am we gotta whip you up to shape so you can join the others.”

Malia stared at him incredulously. " You're going to train me?”

" Why, is that a problem?"

Malia smiled slowly, her pain momentarily forgotten. “No." She replied. It's perfect actually.