Mated To Alpha Gregory

Author’s POV:

“Never!” Ben screamed, pacing alone in his room. “I would never let Adams remain as the Alpha of this pack. No one, not even Shane, can stop me.

He kicked the side of his bed and winced in pain as blood came out of a cut on his flesh.

He boiled with so much anger, he could literally explode any minute. A soft knock came on the door, jolting him out of his angry, distressed state.

He squinted his eyes and curled his fist, as if to fight with whoever was at the door.

“What do you want?” He asked, screaming at the frail figure of the maid before him.

“I’m sorry… my Lord, Lord Shane requests your presence at his private chamber,” she said, on the edge of bursting into tears.

She shook before him like a mouse about to be devoured by a cat, after being beaten by a heavy downpour of rain.

He stared at her with so much hate, one would wonder how she offended him?

“To hell with Shane,” he whispered, closing the door abruptly on her face. She yelped in fright and scurried away, not willing to spend another minute in death’s very own abode.

Ben stood for a while at the door, contemplating if he should heed Ben’s call or not.

“Go, finish him,” his wolf snarled. “If you don’t take him out of the way now, you will never be free to do the things you want to do. He will always defend Adams, and you’ll never be the Alpha.”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Ben chuckled at his wolf’s idea. Could he really kill his brother?

Of course, he hated him and despised him a lot. But in reality, he was simply jealous of him and would have loved to be as powerful as he was.

He shook his head at the idea of killing his brother and walked towards the wooden table beside his bed and poured himself a glass of wine from the jar on the table.

“Crack!” Came the sound from the cup as it scattered into pieces. His wolf had grown crazy for a second and shattered the cup in his hand.

“When I talk, you listen. Except you eat from the crumbs of your little brother, for the rest of your miserable life. I don’t care about you, but I would never succumb to that. I would kill you instead.”

Ben became extremely furious and would have smacked his wolf if it was just a person like him. He curled his hand into a fist but winced in pain, extending his fingers out.

On his palm were fragments of broken glass, sitting deep. Blood rushed out in moderate quantities and, worst of all, he wasn’t healing.

“Why am I not healing? What are you doing to me?”

“We have come so far as to give up now, Ben, it is either we continue, or you die here,” his wolf growled.

Ben suddenly began to feel weak in his legs as more blood pumped out of his body. It was indeed strange that such a minor cut shouldn’t result in something so serious. In a split second, he was down and struggling for breath.

His life flashed before his eyes on a holographic screen as he watched his memories play swiftly.

Is this how it felt to die? He asked himself as tears streamed down his face.

“Say yes Ben, let’s see to the end of everyone that stands in our way,” his wolf whispered.

“Fine,” Ben said, closing his eyes.

He felt his wolf smile and dance inside him before going silent. His strength gradually returned and the wound healed.

“Let’s go kill Shane,” his wolf said, but Ben resisted.

“No!”

“Why?” his wolf growled.

“Because we wouldn’t want to have his blood on our hands, there is no way to survive being attacked by Adams or his armies. Adams still holds a grudge, remember?”

His wolf became silent, its fierce energy and rage, sitting just below the surface. “What should we do then?”

Ben’s face brightened up after thinking for a while. “Let’s go to Augustus, I’m sure he will help us.”

“The rogue King?” His wolf asked.

“Yes. The rogue King,” Ben confirmed.

Augustus Black, who used to be an oracle of the goddess, was a terrible man. All his life, he has fought against the royal family of the Black Hound pack, since the time of Adams’ father.

Ben hurried out of the mansion and was soon out of the pack, heading to an undisclosed location.

After riding for hours, he got to the mouth of a cave, on the shores of a great river. Lean trees surrounded the mouth of the cave, giving it an eerie feeling.

He hesitated, wondering if he should go forward, but his curiosity got the better of him. The entrance of the cave was dark, and bats screeched from inside it.

He went on nevertheless, determined to achieve his aim. He activated his wolf vision and saw clearly where he was going. He was in the passage, and a door was before him.

Getting to the door, he stretched his hand to open the door knob, but the door mysteriously creaked open.

At first, his heart skipped a beat. He soon comforted himself, knowing the rogue king had a mysterious personality.

The door slammed shut behind him, and he trembled once more, knowing he hadn’t touched or closed it after getting inside.

He moved deeper into the mountains but had not gone so far before a huge amount of cobweb wrapped his face.

He struggled to get them off, falling in the process. “Sh*t!” He scoffed. “What is this place?”

Another door opened inside the wall, revealing a brightly lit room. He jumped up in haste, scared to death this time.

“Hello, is anyone there? Augustus.” No response… no answer.

He walked into the room, and found out it was empty. On the walls were strange symbols and signs, signs he had never seen before.

He touched the walls, feeling the symbol engraved on the wall with his fingers. They were unlike anything he had seen before, thick, red and ran deep inside.

“I have been waiting for you Ben, welcome,” a loud voice boomed around him, and he ran to a corner, scared.

He looked around, in search of where the voice came from, but found nothing.

“Show your face Augustus! I don’t fear you.”

He stood up and moved to the center of the room, his fist curled up, ready for a fight.

Augustus laughed, confusing him the more. “You little runt, did you think you could even dare to defeat me? I am more powerful than you think.”

The walls began to vibrate and dust particles fell from the roof of the cave. Ben tried to run, but he couldn’t.

His feet were rooted to the ground, and his body suddenly froze. He couldn’t talk, or move, he just remained on the spot, screaming for help with his mind.

Every where suddenly went dark as pain shot through his body from his head. He fell into the subconscious world, floating in darkness which didn’t seem to end anytime soon.

“Splash!” The ice-cold water made a loud noise in his face as he woke up. He tried to move but found he was tied to a chair with iron chains.

“Where am I? He asked, trying to break free from the chain, but stopped when he noticed the huge figure of a man, standing some distance away, his back turned towards him.

“Augustus?” He called.

“Ben,” the man replied. “What brings you here?”