The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Stain’s POV

One moment we’re reveling in our victory, the next we’re being torn apart by werewolves. I stayed in the SUV, window down as I struggled to pick up the dark forms in the night. Scrape was in the back seat, his gun in his left hand. I could see almost nothing, just the flashes from pistol fire. It seemed like forever, but probably was a minute before it was quiet again. “Who’s wounded,” Viper asked.

A few shouts went out. “Load them up, Scrape, you get them back to DeWalt.” The doors were opened and I saw the guys as they came in. Dagger was being helped, he had a shirt tied around his left calf, it was already soaked in blood. He was gritting his teeth in pain as he hopped in the passenger seat.

“Move over, Scrape.” I recoiled as I saw who it was, and what he looked like. Viking was shoved onto the seat, his head in Scrape’s lap. He had a shirt tied around his neck, his right hand had been bitten off at the wrist, and he had bites all over. The bandages were soaked, and he wasn’t conscious. “Get going, Stain, he doesn’t have much time.”

I didn’t have to hear any more, I tore out of there like I was being chased. I almost rolled the SUV when the tires hit the pavement, but then I righted it and accelerated. I screeched to a halt behind the ambulance, jumping out to get the door.

Vivian was already waiting with the gurney, and Snake and I slid Viking out of the back seat onto it. I couldn’t believe how much blood there was. We moved him to the back of the ambulance, where the interior lights could show what was going on. She checked his wrist, then his neck. I saw her use her stethoscope, then she shook her head. “He’s gone,” she said. “Take him out.”

We pulled the gurney back out and latched the legs, then Snake and I picked him up and set him on the ground next to the ambulance. We covered him with the now blood-soaked sheet. “Who’s next,” Doc said.

“Dagger is,” Meghan said. She had placed a combat dressing on his calf and was applying pressure as he sat in the open door. I pushed the gurney over and Snake picked him up and laid him on his stomach. Meghan kept the pressure on as we moved into the back of the ambulance.

As soon as he was in, Doc gave him a shot that knocked him out. Between her and Meghan, they had an IV started. I went back to my vehicle, opening the door for Scrape. “You all right,” I asked.

“He’s gone,” he said as he stared at the body on the ground. “He died in my lap.”

I looked past him, the seat and floor were soaked with blood, he was soaked with blood. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s get you moved.” I helped him stand up and walked him to the ambulance, setting him down on the bumper. “Doc, his upper arm is broken,” I said.

“Sling is in that cabinet down there,” she pointed. I dug around and found the blue sling; it hurt him, but I got his arm into it. “Just don’t move.”

“No shit. This is all Shake’s fault, hitting the ditch like that.”

I grabbed a few towels from under the seat and went back to the car and the puddles of blood. I felt like that scene in Pulp Fiction where they are cleaning Marvin’s brains out of the back seat; it was gross as hell. It had to be done, though, and it was better than worrying about Dagger.

I heard engines approaching and tires squealing. “Doc, we got more wounded!” The lights lit us up as they pulled in, and they were almost on top of us when I realized something was wrong. “THEY AREN’T OURS,” I yelled as I reached for my pistol.

One car stopped in front of the ambulance, another behind my car and men poured out and shifted to wolves. I started firing, I got two. I was shifting to the third when I was tackled from behind. I heard a loud snap, all too late I realized it came from me. My vision went fuzzy and I prayed God would understand as I faded to nothing.

Vivian’s POV

As soon as I pulled the dressing off Viking’s neck, I knew it was hopeless. Major arteries had been cut, and he had stopped bleeding. I checked his heart, no pulse. There was no way to help him now, and I had other people to treat. “He’s gone,” I told Stain and Snake. Their faces fell in shock and loss, but there was no time to grieve now. I watched as they took the gurney back out, taking him off and setting him down somewhere. “Who’s next?”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“Dagger is,” Meghan said. She was standing at the doors, watching him being brought over. It looked like his calf had been bitten badly, Stain moved the gurney over.

“Put him face down,” I said and they did so. They wheeled him up into the ambulance, and Meghan and I got to work. His vitals were still good, and Meghan started a saline drip right away. I gave him a sedative, no way he wanted to be conscious for what I was about to do. I pulled the cloth away from the wound; a big flap was torn, and it looked like a chunk was missing from the muscle and skin. It was bleeding, but not badly, it hadn’t taken out the artery. “Warm up a bag of O positive,” I told Meghan as I finished inspecting the wound. It would be an ugly scar, but it was fixable.

Scrape was led to the back of the ambulance as I was cleaning the wound with alcohol. “Doc, he’s got a broken arm.”

I didn’t have time for it, a broken arm could wait. “There’s a sling down there,” I pointed at the cabinet. I was busy, light on my head, instruments in my hand as I opened the wound on Scrape’s calf and cleaned it out. It would take lots of internal and external stitches, maybe even a skin graft later, to put the muscles back together. If he was lucky, the nerve damage wouldn’t be bad enough to Meghan was moving around, getting the blood prepped, and setting up the suture tray when I heard tires squealing and cars coming closer.

“Doc, we got more wounded,” Stain yelled from out by the car. I looked down, I could wrap it for now if a more critical case came in and do the stitching later. The cars skidded to a halt, then Stain yelled, “THEY AREN’T OURS” and all hell broke loose.

I could hear the pistol fire start, it was like firecrackers as they tried to hold off the attacking wolves. Scrape pulled his pistol, firing with his left hand as he moved to help Stain. I grabbed Meghan, pulling her backwards and shoving her down behind the cabinet next to the chair. I reached down and pulled a pistol out of my jacket, which was on the back of the EMT chair by me. “STAY DOWN,” I told her as I moved past the gurney towards the back. It was bedlam.

I could hear Snake yelling around the corner as he fired his pistol, but Stain was in sight. He shot two wolves, I saw too late a wolf approaching from behind. The wolf jumped him, breaking his neck, before running past. I got off a couple shots but hit nothing, they were too fast, and I dared not leave the ambulance and Meghan to get a better shot. Scrape screamed, then his scream was cut off as a wolf tore out his throat. I could hear the fighting out of my sight, Urial and Maalik were in wolf form, and they were in pain. I snuck a peek, Urial’s wolf was fighting three and losing. The attacking wolves were avoiding me, and I was helplessly listening as Maalik’s neck was broken with a loud crack. Urial went down howling, they tore him apart.

I heard the door to the front open, Hammer had crawled in the passenger seat. His face and shoulder were covered in blood, and Meghan rushed forward with a towel to help him. “There’s too many,” he said.

As soon as it started, it was quiet again, and there was a pit in my stomach as I realized I couldn’t hear Snake out there. I heard one of them shift, and a strange voice yelled, “STAND DOWN.” I looked at Meghan and Hammer, then back outside, this wasn’t good.

A man knocked on the side of the ambulance. “Doctor Vivian DelMara, it’s over. This human won’t make it long without help. I’m coming around to talk, don’t shoot or he dies.” I could see wolves starting to gather at the edge of the lot, covering my exit. I didn’t have a choice.

“Come talk,” I said as I lowered my pistol.

The large naked man came around to the back of the ambulance, an unconscious Snake being held by his neck in front of him. He was wheezing, he probably had a few broken ribs, maybe a punctured lung. There were bite marks on his hands, forearms and leg. The man let do, causing my husband to smack down against the pavement on his face. “It’s over, Doc. Your guards are dead. You’ve got three more in there plus this guy who will die if you don’t come quietly.”

“How do I know you’ll let them live if I come with you?”

“You don’t. I really don’t care, Doc, when we drove by I could smell you and the Alpha told me to bring you to him, no matter the cost. Now toss the pistol and come down here before I get upset.”

I looked back at Meghan, she was holding the pad to Hammer’s bleeding shoulder, she was frightened and she was my responsibility. I tossed my pistol on the floor of the ambulance. “I’ll come,” I said.

He raised his hand, helping me jump down from the back. His men shifted, going back to their cars and pulling on clothes. The man had a steel grip on my left arm as he dragged me to the big cars. “I lost four men getting you, bitch, you better be worth it.”

“Maybe Alpha will let us have a taste, you know, for the effort,” the driver said as I was pushed into the back seat, my captor with me.

“Nobody touches her, we deliver her to the Alpha unharmed,” he said. He then looked at me, a smirk on his face. “After that, we’ll see.” The car pulled out, following the other vehicle. I looked back at the lot, at the blood and destruction, and hoped to Luna that Snake, Dagger, Hammer and Meghan would somehow be safe.