Birth of an Alpha Bishops Endgame

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

2 years ago, southern New Mexico border somewhere in the chihuahuan desert.

Our trackers had followed the rogues from our pack lands deep in the Gila Forest to a desolate plot of land in the chihuahuan desert crisscrossing the human borders of the US and Mexico. There were about 25 rogues in all; they had attacked our pack about 5 days ago. Their total force was about 100 most had died during the initial attack thanks to our warriors. But these assholes had fled as soon as the tables turned, taking with them about 5 female omega wolves and 3 pups from our pack. They figured we were easy prey. My father Alpha Richard Romero had recently lost my mother to a freak car accident on the way back from visiting her birth pack in the mountains of Colorado and as such his bond to the pack was failing. He was in bad shape when we finally got him to the pack lands. We had to put him into a medically induced coma while his wolf healed him. When he finally emerged about 2 weeks later, He was in and out of depression wanting to join his mate with the moon goddess. I had to conduct the moon ceremony for my mother myself. I know I am the only thing keeping him here. He didn’t want to leave his pup alone in the world. He knew my mother would give him hell about it if he gave up on life while I still needed him. That was over 3 months ago and at 20 years old, I was to go through the alpha ceremony this past weekend to strengthen the ties to our pack. but then these mangy mutts just had to ruin the plans. Human trafficking was just as prevalent in the Supernatural world as in the human one. Rogue wolves, vamps’ witches etc. would capture and sell their own kind on the black market as s*x slaves, servants or to humans for testing. Yes, humans know of Supernatural, at least the human government does. But generally, it's a live and let live policy we don't f***k with them, and they s.hit. they don't f***k with ours. So here I am along with my father tracking f.ucking rogue wolves to get our pack members back. My father signals to me and my beta Nola to get into position as we surround the rogues. On his command all hell breaks loose. I shift into my wolf opal. She is huge even for an alpha wolf. Iridescent white with shimmering silver and light blue flakes in her coat; she looks like an opal stone on legs hence her name. I s***h my way through the rogues ripping and tearing heads off trying to make my way to where the children are being kept. Off to the side I see Nola’s ash gray wolf Storm rip the leg off some poor unfortunate soul. My father’s wolf Orion is nowhere to be seen. I need to get my head back into the game as I am surrounded by three rogues all trying to take me down. “Let me take full control Cj, I can handle them in no time” “ok opal do what you do girl” the first rogue lunged for our throat, while the second one went for our hind legs. Opal caught the first one by his throat mid jump, leaving the other one to fall flat on his face as we moved. We ripped the first rogue’s throat out instantaneously. Just as we grabbed rogue number two's hind legs, the third rogue jumped on our back and was biting us on our shoulders. We pulled off rogue number two’s left leg clear from his body as we dropped and rolled crushing rogue number three in the process. Once those three were dealt with, I rounded the corner of a small, abandoned cabin. And stop dead in my tracks as the smell of pineapple and mangos engulfed me. No, it can't be! Dead ahead of me a gorgeous 6'2 Adonis with tan skin, chiseled abs and long black hair is looking at me as he holds my dad by the neck. Opal backs up her hackles, raised growling in an attempt to get him to drop our dad. He just sneers at me as his hand punches through our dad’s chest. I shift back into my human form, screaming NO! just as he yells.

“MATE! Well f***k me. I'm going to be alpha” my mate says. A low growl escapes me. “Never will you be alpha” I say. My Mate just laughs at me as I start to circle him. My dad laying lifeless at his feet, his heart still in his hands. “Females are only good for f.ucking and sucking and with those pouty lips of yours it looks like you are an expert at both.”

My anger gets the better of me as I lunge at this a.sshole the moon goddess chooses to mate me with. He tosses my dad’s heart to the ground hard and lunges at me trying to sink his canines into my neck. We grapple, both trying to get the upper hand, me to kill, him to mark me. He punches the side of my head, dizzying me momentarily. Then follows through grabbing me by the neck, lifting me off my feet. His eyes full of lust go over my body as I see his member grow with desire. “Well b.itch you put up a decent fight, but you and your pack are mine” Then, as if in slow motion, it happened. My half-shifted hand punches through his chest as I grab his heart, the tingles of electricity of the mate bond radiating from my hand up my elbow, his blood dripping from my arm as I pull out his heart. I watch as his body shudders, the look of surprise on his face as he looks down at my now dripping hand. His grip on my neck loosens as I jump away, his eyes close as he falls to the ground. Both me and opal howl in pain and agony as the loss of both our dad and our fated mate hits us full force. The cold desert wind blows as small snowflakes fall in the early hours of this winter solstice. I drop to my knees. The will to continue gone from my body. The fighting stops and everyone turns to me. It seems we killed all the remaining rogues. I meet Nola’s eyes from across the field and collapse as darkness takes me. My last thought, happy f.ucking birthday to me yay!

Alpha Cj Romero

I woke up with a start! Sweat dripping down my forehead. It’s early spring but the grip of winter is still here in the Gilas. It's been 2yrs since I killed my mate and my father died. Some days are good, and I can go on without thinking of it. Others I can barely get out of bed. The pain is so immobilizing. We won the battle and Nola was able to get me off the battlefield. I stayed unconscious for a week after. opal and me healing from the trauma of killing our mate. Nola and the pack members put off my dad’s moon ceremony until I was able to attend. I was officially the Alpha of the pack without my father having to hand it over, no ceremony needed. He was finally with my mom, with the moon goddess, hopefully at peace. So here I am after 2 years alpha to the desert moon pack at 22. We had grown from a small pack of 300 to about 500. Our agricultural endeavors have blossomed, as well as our construction firm. We've had relatively peace for these past years with our alliances still intact with my mother’s pack in Colorado as well as ocean groove pack in northern California. With our growth, I knew I needed to update our security measures, both physical and digital. So that's why I had Nola reach out to Monroe Enterprise, a fast-growing security firm in the Supernatural world, to update and outfit us with everything we need. It took a while but finally we heard back and supposedly the head of IT will be here by the end of the month to start outfitting us. I was finally done for the day, so I shut off my computer, locked it up and headed out of my office on the second floor of the packhouse. The packhouse was a large abode-style home with 3 floors shaped into a square with an open courtyard in the middle. On the first floor was the large industrial kitchen, dining area and lounge and conference rooms. The second floor holds all the rank members and advisors’ offices. It also holds all visitor guest rooms. On the final floor in the east and west wings are for the beta and Gamma families, while the south end of the floor is the alpha residence. The north end has the library, private gym and more office areas. I moved out of the packhouse the day my dad died, closing the top south end indefinitely. I have been playing with the idea of renovating it, but I don’t know what yet. I live in a medium-sized home not too far from the packhouse by myself. I acknowledged the omegas in the packhouse as I made my way out. I loved my pack. Nestled in a remote region of the Gila national forest, I looked out at all the trees and Adobe homes; a peace settled in my soul. Unlike other wolfpacks. Desert moon was different. We were a melting pot much to the chagrin of the World Council members. They wanted all the species to keep to themselves and be separate, but that just wouldn’t fly here. We accepted other Supernatural’s into the pack as long as they were peaceful. So not only did we have wolves, but we also had a sleuth of 30 or so bear shifters, a coven of witches and a panther shifter named Glory. The bears lived in their own communal homes on the east side of the pack while the coven lived in their own smaller packhouse-style home on the west side. The packhouse was south of the center of town surrounded by single-story floor adobe homes. As I stepped off the pack house porch, I noticed Papa D headed my way. Papa was the head of the bear sleuth and one of the elders of the pack. if you ever saw the game of thrones the mountain and him could be twins except papa had reddish blonde shoulder length hair, what I call a Vikings beard, blue eyes and is covered in tattoos. Between him, Martha, the leader of the coven and Nola’s father, my father’s old beta Tony. They make up my advisory council, they are the pack’s elders and, as such still have a great deal of influence on pack relations.

“So, what's up small fry.” I side eye Papa D. “Everyone is small compared to you” I say. “True but you're the smallest of the small.” I glare up at him as he offers me one of his award-winning smiles. “Is there something you need, papa?” “Nothing alpha just checking in on my favorite wolf.” “I'm good how is Juliet doing?” “She's good and should be back home by the end of the week.”

Papa D and his mate Gwen had twin cubs, Juliet and Romeo. Juliet is one of my best friends. Growing up it was always me, Nola, Juliet, and Rainbow, Martha's daughter. When Glory made her way to the pack, she became an honorary member of our group even though she is a very solitary animal. As for Juliet's brother Romeo, he's a pompous ass. One drunken nightstand and he's all choose me as your mate blah blah blah.

“Earth to Cj. Where did you go little one?” “Sorry, just thinking it would be good having Julie home.” “Yeah, I miss her too anyway catch you later small fry.”

I shake my head at Papa D and his antics as I head home to my cottage by the lake. Once in my house, I turn on the satellite radio to the 90’s r&b music station as I start making myself dinner. The sound of tlc waterfalls floating through the house, as the smells of fried fish corn on the cob and rice and black-eyed peas. Life is lonely but good.