The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“Trust me, that was better.” We finished up our business and walked out together. The rest of the meal was uneventful; Hammer had pulled the manager aside and we had gotten a new waitress, in fact they all had because he sent her home. I’m glad Dad wasn’t paying because these boys could EAT. King cut prime rib? Yes please. Side of shrimp? Sure. Texas Toast? Keep it coming. They were eating like it was their last meal, then I realized for some of them it might be.

We pulled out almost two hours later, there was only an hour’s drive to Sheridan left. The feeling in my gut got stronger, something bad was coming and I didn’t like it.

Viper’s POV

With our bellies full, we were back on the road for Sheridan. There was an empty parking lot for a closed down business about ten minutes away from the turnoff to the Pack road, and we all pulled in there to go over the final preparations. The plan was fairly simple; Gabriel and his men would park in the State Park land on the north side of their territory, and attack in wolf form. I would take my men and create a distraction at the south side entrance road. Meanwhile, the ambulance would remain here at the parking lot, safely out of the way.

We didn’t have good intelligence on how many people were in the Pack; we knew how many warriors they had with them when Zephaniel was there, and how many we’d killed, but not how many were gained or lost in the past few months. The Pack was over two hundred people when Zephaniel fled.

We had one last go-over of the plan. We would attack at 12:30, watches were synchronized, and Gabriel would give five minutes for the Pack to respond to our distraction before they would cross the lines. They didn’t expect us to reach the Pack House, our job was to draw the Alpha and the Pack fighters away, giving the women and children time to reach sanctuary. We didn’t need any of them injured in this.

Three SUV’s left carrying the Knights to their insertion point, while we waited in the setting sun. “Get some sleep,” I told Meghan. “Use the gurney, it’s going to be a long night.” She walked to the ambulance while the rest of us gathered by the cars. All except Shakes and Scrape, they were busy on the other side of the lot and around the corner, a good hundred yards away. When your bomb guy says to stay back, you do it.

We passed the time, made sure our weapons were cleaned and loaded, and waited. An hour later, Shakes called us over. They’d done some redneck engineering, surrounding the driver and the gunner in the pickup bed with steel plate. In the back was a swivel with a mount for the M240 machine gun that Shakes had obtained illegally. He had a couple of boxes of belt-fed ammunition with it under a tarp. On the outside of the pickup were some plates that seemed kind of familiar. “Shakes, are these the plates you made for the cabin?”

“Yep, I told you I’d find another way to use them.” He was practically bouncing with excitement.

At 11:45 we loaded up, everyone except the ambulance and their protectors. Our plan was simple, run the gate and attract all the defenders to us. If it got too hot, we’d beat a hasty retreat.

We stopped by the side of the road just short of the turnoff, letting Shakes and Scrape go first. Scrape was in the back of the technical, the machine gun loaded and ready, steel plates covering him up to his waist while standing. They pulled into the entrance, accelerating towards the gate. We followed a few hundred yards behind.

As the gate came into view, we saw the flashes of machine gun fire then the crash as Shakes drove through the barricade. There were howls of warning, howls of pain, and then we were through the gates and racing down the path after him.

Viper’s POV

We pulled to a stop just outside the gate, bailing out to take positions along the road so we could cover Shake’s attack. We were all outfitted with the same basic gear; AR-15 rifles with starlight scopes we’d bought, they were Russian surplus. I turned mine on, the big scope amplifying the limited light of the moonless night. I could hear Scrape hammering away on the big gun, firing at anything he could see. They’d made it a hundred yards or so in when we heard the tires go, and the truck started to skid until it stopped in the shallow ditch. “Cover them,” I yelled as we opened up.

The border guards were already dead, but wolves were pouring in over the hill towards them. We couldn’t fire effectively at that range, but the silver in our bullets would hurt them even if it wasn’t a killing blow. The machine gun fire continued for a few seconds until it stopped, and I could see him struggling to reload, his right arm hanging limp at his side. We did the best we could, but without that big gun they couldn’t hold the Pack off.

Shake’s POV

I put the truck in park, knowing it was knocked out of commission. We hadn’t expected spikes, but at least we still had cover. I could hear the rounds going over us, and Scrape firing the big gun over the cab. When he stopped firing, I knew something was wrong. I looked back, he was struggling to reload, his right arm wasn’t working. “You hurt?”

“Broke my fuckin’ arm,” he said. “Can’t get this reloaded.”

I looked out, I could see the shapes approaching. “Bail out the back, run for it,” I told him. “They’ll cover you.” He didn’t argue, he hopped over the tailgate. I saw him running, holding his arm to his side. One of our cars started up, driving through the busted gate to go get him.

“Come on, you fuckers, come to Daddy,” I said as I watched them approach. I had steel armor around my cab, they couldn’t get to me easily and I couldn’t get out quickly either. There had to be twenty or thirty of them out there, and they were smart enough to use the truck for cover, figuring they wouldn’t fire on their own man. “Fire on my position, I’m protected,” I radioed back to the guys as my hand hovered over the switch.

“You sure?” Viper was worried.

“Those popguns can’t penetrate this plate. Duck until after the boom.” The rifle fire stopped, which caused the wolves to surround the truck and try to get in. When they were all around or in front of me, I ducked down then turned the detonator switch. There were a bunch of little explosions, all so fast together it made for one big one.

I looked up and smiled. The area around the truck was a pile of blood and gore, my homemade Claymores had done their job. The few that hadn’t been taken out were quickly shot by the riflemen behind me. I waited until the noise stopped, then got on the radio. “Any more out there?”

“Nothing yet, and the others have already crossed the border.”

I looked around, I was a sitting duck with no explosives or guns. I unlatched the sliding bolts that held the right side of my protective plating in place, allowing it to drop onto the seat. Sliding across, I took out my Glock before I pushed the passenger door open. Looking around, there was nothing moving, so I went around to the back and got back in the bed. I unlatched the M240 from the mount, setting it on the tailgate along with the remaining ammo can. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the white phosphorous grenade and pulled the pin, tossing it through the broken back window of the cab.

I jumped off, grabbed the gear and made it five steps before the grenade went off. The night lit up as the burning metal set the truck ablaze. I ran back towards the gate, seeing the guys lit up by the blaze behind me. All of the sudden, I heard screams and shots. “WOLVES,” I heard Viper yell.

They’d been flanked.

Gabriel’s POV

We stood together just outside the border, the sixteen of us waiting for the clock to count down. When it was less than a minute, I gave the signal to shift. Moments later, I was surrounded by wolves of all colors and sizes, none as large as my black wolf. As soon as we heard the gunfire in the distance, we knew it was almost time.

We had to wait a few minutes before we could go, to make sure the reinforcements went the other way. I paced back and forth in front of my men, counting down in my head. When it finally was time, I turned and took off, my men following close behind. We thundered across the prairie, our paws tearing up dirt and grass as we bore down on the Pack House.

We heard an explosion in the distance, and the sound of rifle fire. Viper was doing his job, and now it was ours. Our group split in three, two veering off to surround the main house while my group went right to the front door.

The first opposition showed up as we broke into the clearing around the house. A dozen wolves had formed a line in front of us, hackles up. They had no chance, I could see the fear in their eyes and their bodies as we approached. These weren’t the fighters, these were the old, the young, the injured. “Stop in front of them, do not attack until I say,” I sent to my men.

“The back is unguarded, we are holding position,” Abaddon said.

I shifted, drawing myself up to my full height. “THERE IS NO NEED FOR FURTHER BLOODSHED,” I thundered. “ALPHA STANTON, I AM GABRIEL. I CHALLENGE YOU FOR THIS PACK.”

The wolves in front of us sat down, as did mine, while we waited. Nothing happened. Finally, one of the wolves in front of me, his black head flecked with grey, shifted and stood before me. “The Alpha has refused your challenge, he said he will not accept a challenge from someone who uses humans in a sneak attack.”

“What do you think? You are a worthy adversary, your age and your scars attest to your life. Will you die to protect a coward?”

The man knelt down on one knee. “He is not worthy of my life. He is an evil man, I was protecting the women and children. Give us your word they will be safe, and we will stand aside.”

“I have no interest in harming the innocent, I’m here to take out the cancer.” I put my hand on his head, feeling is allegiance shift to me. “Show me to where he is hiding.”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Our men shifted behind me, my group staying with me while the others made sure no one would escape. The old man led me into the house and up to the office of the Alpha. The door was locked. “He had it reinforced, it’s basically a safe room,” he told me.

“Fine, we’ll do this the hard way. Gather the other Pack members in the front, they can shift their allegiance or renounce their Pack ties at their option. He won’t be an Alpha for long if his Pack abandons him, and they should.”