The Rogue Alpha’s Claim

“Laura! You have some explanation to do!” Ariel yelled, directing it all to her mind, but she was met with a solid wall. “Laura!” The bitch knew she was going to be mad, and she had blocked herself from her.

But she wouldn’t hide forever, and she would be ready to pounce on her when she comes.

“Hey, my favorite human.” Laura said in a cherry voice as she roused from her slumber, and almost immediately Ariel flared up.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Laura? You didn’t even think to tell me that Kane came to visit? Why am I finding out that you guys even played fetch, and you didn’t think I deserved to know?”

“It wasn’t Kane; it was his wolf Max.”

“Tomato, tomato. They are the same people. I thought we were in this together. You knew how much I hated him; you knew how he had hurt me. I thought at least one person had my back, but I should have known you were just like the rest.”

“Hey, that is no way to talk to me. I never broke my promise. Let me clarify this: it was you and Kane, that had the issue, not I and Max, and you shouldn’t be all up in my business. I haven’t seen Max since I came into this world, so at least I deserve alone time together.”

“Laura!” Ariel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Where was the sisterhood?All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“We didn’t go any further because of the respect I have for you, but it wouldn’t be long before he comes to whet out.” It was characteristic of Laura to have the last words before she switched off the connection between them.

“Fuck!” Ariel screamed out in frustration, running her hands through her hair several times, quite tempted to pull it from the root.

The wolf just frustrates her.

She knew how she felt about Kane, yet she went about fraternizing with the enemy, and that shit hurt a lot. And she had the guts to tell her that Kane would be coming back for her.

The knock at the door disrupted her thoughts, and she dragged herself towards it to answer the door. “Miss Ariel, are you alright? We heard screams coming from your room.” Concern was written all over his faces as he peeped inside the room.

“Of course, I am fine; I thought an insect landed on me. I hate those creepy creatures.” Ariel’s lips parted in a smile, hoping it would convince him.

It must be convincing enough because he nodded his head, mirroring her smile. “It is alright; congratulations on your shift.”

“Thank you.” She replied, and she shut the door behind her and went back to the bed. She picked up the envelope, throwing it into the deep end of the wardrobe.

She had to make sure no one found out about it.

Yet she couldn’t get his words out of her head; they were ringing in her ears nonstop, the memories of his lies haunting her.

She couldn’t go back with a killer, not until she had avenged my parents deaths.

There was only one thing she could do to make sure it happened, and that was to continue training.

Ariel frequented the training room day after day, training twice as hard, and with her newfound strength, she could take the beating more, and eventually she started learning how to throw in a pinch.

The pack members were ridiculously strong, but she couldn’t lag behind. If she was going to beat Kane, she had to be stronger than anyone else.

She had also begun practicing her shift, and the pain was reducing with every shift. Ariel was determined, and she pursued her goal with a single focus that terrified her. Maybe she had truly found what she was passionate about.

It was Christmas morning, but it was like every morning in the pack. Werewolves couldn’t bother themselves about the Christmas tradition, but it was even worse in this pack.

There was no Christmas tree, no exchange of gifts, no carol songs blasting from the radio; it was just a cold Wednesday, and Ariel had to seek out ways to entertain herself.

She had called Claudia to wish her a merry Christmas, but it was only a brief exchange as they were forced to disconnect the call when her parents called.

She hadn’t told Claudia about the recent incident and the letter she had received, deciding to tell her when everything was much calmer.

With nothing to do, Ariel had to seek out the only friend she had in the pack-apart from Judith-and they had decided to run in their wolf form. The snow last night wasn’t so heavy, and it would be a good time for a run.

They had gotten dressed and went out to the area designated for their shift, and they had changed. As the day had passed, Ariel’s change had become more fluid and faster, and throbbing pain was reduced to dull pain.

She shook her fur as she emerged as a wolf, now conscious of her being, and she began to walk, feeling the snow melt under her paw.

Then she broke into a run, sprinting as fast as she could. There was something about running that she had discovered.

She felt light whenever she ran, as if all of her problems were flown to the wind. But this time she imagined she was stumping on Kane’s face, and it only made her urge her legs to go faster, running with the wind.

Ariel couldn’t tell how much she had run, but she couldn’t see her friend nearby, and she knew she had gone beyond the pack, so she laid down waiting for her.

She closed her eye, listening to nature when she had footsteps coming closer to her and her eyes snapped open, but that wasn’t what was drawing her in.

It was the scent, the smell of pine cones and oranges, of wet earth and rain. It smelled like heaven, the familiarity reminding her of home, and it was drawing her in, rendering her powerless to resist it.

Ariel followed the scent until it led her to the culprit, and she stood face to face with the sandy brown wolf. Her brain turned into mush as she was in front of this male, and everything stood still in that moment until it was only them.

Ariel stared at the wolf unashamedly, seeing him in a new light and admiring what she had been blessed with. The wolf stood proud, puffing his chest out, and he stared back at her, his amber eyes glowing as he met her gaze.

The attraction she was feeling for this wolf was something she wouldn’t understand, and she could recall all she had been reading about werewolves.

It was only one person she could feel such attraction towards.

Her mate.

Shit!

This wolf in front of her was Kane, and a low growl rumbled in her stomach. She could remember all of the lessons she had been receiving, and she pounced on him, feeling satisfied when she heard his surprised groan.

But she wasn’t surprised when he stood unmoving as he regained his balance.

However, Ariel had already passed being calm, and she pounced on him again; this time, her mouth clamped down on his neck, and she bit it, pressing down harder until she could taste blood.

But that was a mistake on her part; the blood filled her mouth, and she swallowed it, and almost immediately, it sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine that startled her for a moment.

But once she recovered, she pounced on him again and again and again.

But in all of this, he made no attempt to retaliate, and it was frustrating her.

She wanted him to fight, to get angry so she could take her anger out on him, but it was frustrating that he wasn’t fighting back, and it was only getting boring and making her feel like a bad person.

“Fucking fight back.” She yelled in her mind, hoping it would be conveyed to him, but they haven’t been fully mated, and all she was met with was a stumbling block.

It was annoying to no end, and Ariel had no choice but to shift, and she stood in front of him, the wolf so big that it was reaching her midsection.

“Shift!” She demanded, wagging a finger in front of his face, but the wolf glared at her, a certain mischief in his gaze, and it only made her more annoyed. “Fucking shift, Kane.” She yelled, but the wolf shook his massive head, and it infuriated her even more.

“Shift! Shift!!” With each word, she kicked his forelimb hard, her anger only growing when he remained stubborn.

“You are barking the wrong tree, girl; this is Max, not Kane.” Laura said, rousing out of her slumber, and Ariel felt a flash of guilt go through her.

Shit!

She had taken her anger on the poor wolf, and he hadn’t bothered to retaliate. But it wasn’t entirely her fault; the wolf and the human are one, and the wolf had to be aware of what was going on.

She was mulling over her actions when she felt a cold tongue swipe on the inside of her thighs, and she looked down to see the wolf grinning at her.

“What the hell!” Her screams ran through the woods, but the wolf had already taken to his heel, leaving her standing then; that was when she felt the unusual wind on her body.

Shit, she had been talking to him stark naked; no longer the wolf couldn’t take her seriously.

She turned to go after the wolf, but the air carried the scent of her friend, and she glanced at the direction Max had left.

A day was going to come for her revenge, but it wouldn’t be today.