The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Even my art had stopped being an escape for me. The fuel tank I had on my desk was half done, because I lost interest in it. I had stopped painting completely, hiding up in my room, watching others live the lives I’d never have.

My Dad had even refused to let me apply for college next year, because “once you find your true mate you’ll be with him.” They had this destiny in mind for me, and no matter how I objected or tried to go another direction, they kept going back to it. In two weeks, at a hotel near O’Hare airport in Chicago, I would be led to the wolves as a well-dressed and primped lamb.

I had half a mind to walk into the ballroom in an orange jumpsuit.

I pulled out my phone, sending a quick text to Mitch. I hadn’t seen him in six weeks, ever since he moved out of the Clubhouse. The members still let him visit, but they kept me upstairs when he was here. They just didn’t know that I was talking to him almost every night. “RU busy?”

He called me back. “Little Miss Troublemaker, how are you doing?”

“Bored,” I said. “I have no motivation to do anything. I mean, what’s the point? Everyone believes that a week from Saturday I’ll be happily married to some guy I just met, moving to wherever he lives.”

“You don’t HAVE to do anything, Eve. You’re an adult, you’re entitled to live a little before you have to settle down and think about a family. Don’t let them force you into anything you don’t want.”

“You don’t understand,” I said as I sat down heavily in my chair in my room. I hadn’t told him what I really was, he wasn’t a club member, not even a prospect, and without that background he’d never see what I was facing.

“You’re right. You know, they try to control me, told me over and over to leave you alone, forget you and move on. I can’t. All it did was drive my feelings for you into hiding, leaving me waiting all night for these phone calls. If they take away your phone, I’ll find another way. I don’t care if I have to tunnel into the basement and sneak up to your room, I’ll find a way to be with you, Eve. I’m absolutely, totally enthralled with you. Tell me you want to escape, and I’ll bust you out of that prison and take you away.”

I just laughed. “You’ll get yourself killed,” I said. “And even if you did get me, how exactly does that work? I have no money, no job, you are renting a tiny basement apartment and living off your disability payments. Not exactly the recipe for a life on the lam, and that’s what it would be. We’d be on the run, and if you’re lucky it would be my Dad who finds you.”

“Why, he’d show me mercy because he loves you?”

“No, he’d kill you quick.”

He just laughed for a moment. “Well, the offer is still open. If you need out of there, I’ll help you if you ask. It would be worth it to be alone with you, even for a few days.” I just sighed. “I have to go, get some sleep, love.”

“Goodnight, Mitch.” I hung up the phone, tossing it on my bed. Tomorrow, Kelly and the girls were doing evening gown fittings with me. I may not want to be the prize, but I was going to look good.

Gabriel’s POV

I called Michael into my office, he was running point on the arrangements for the Summit in Chicago. “How is it going,” I said as I looked out the window of the apartment building that served as our Pack House.

“Good,” he said, “We have all the arrangements made with the hotel. The staff understands the restrictions, they will set up and tear down, but no staff will enter the rooms during the event. We have the room blocks reserved at the hotel and two nearby ones for overflow. Things are filling up nicely,” he said.

“Any Packs turn us down yet?”

“None so far, although a few have asked a lot of questions. They want to understand better what the agenda for the meeting is going to be, and two don’t understand why we want their never-mated males there.”

“What did you tell them?” This is where it would get sticky.

“I told them Luna had a word for them, that they should not give up hope of finding a true mate someday,” I said. “Most of them just laughed at the idea. You know, many of the younger wolves are finding human consorts, even marrying them. Some are giving up their wolves to become as human as they can be.”

I nodded, I had heard the same. “To be so without hope you reject Luna’s gift, reject what you were made to be… I was almost there once.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“We all thought about it after losing our mates, Gabriel.” We continued to work through the planning, I assigned extra help to him in places he needed it. “Have you talked to Abaddon about security for Eve?”

“I have,” he said. “I was going to brief her on the plan tomorrow morning, her, Viper and Snake.”

“Good. Make sure she understands how important it is that she cooperate completely with us on this. With all the wolves nearby, even the slightest hesitation could be costly.” I was nervous about this, but I didn’t have a better way to do it. Trying to do it pack by pack, the word would get out and I’d have more problems. Better to take the band-aid approach and do it all at once.

“I will, and I’m sure her father will make sure she understands.” We had waited two decades for this, and we couldn’t screw it up now. Luna’s will would be done.

Gabriel’s POV

Two Weeks Later, Chicago Hilton O’Hare Hotel

Three hours into the Alpha Summit, and so far things were going well. After a welcome reception in the afternoon and a dinner in the spacious meeting room, we had broken out into smaller meeting rooms by rank. The Alphas were with me in the well-appointed conference room, while Betas were in the next room, other ranked wolves in a larger room, and the unranked in yet another. The twenty-four men in this room controlled almost all of the remaining werewolves in North America and Russia. The dominance plays were near constant, as each tried to assert superiority over the others. It was this kind of dick-measuring contest I didn’t need to deal with right now. I was glad I had brought this into the human world, it forced us all to moderate our behavior.

I stood at the head of the table, looking at the ‘future’ of our species, and I just wanted to walk out again. These men are on the Titanic, and they are arguing over who gets to have the deck chair next to the pool. Some were better than others, allies even, but I knew a few were against the kinds of changes I wanted to bring about. They were men ruled by power, who took what they wanted without apology, and that was going to have to change. I just prayed to Luna that Eve wasn’t headed for one of their Packs.

“Gentlemen, seats please,” I asked as I tapped my glass with a fork. “There will be plenty of time this weekend for you to deal with your local issues. What I asked you here to discuss is no less than the survival of our species.”

“What survival,” Alpha Konstantin, one of the Russian Alphas, said with a sneer. “All our females are dead, there IS no future. Every Pack faces the same enemy: time.” The other Alphas nodded in agreement.

“Not quite,” I said. “As some of you know, years ago after the passing of my mate, I retreated into the wilderness where in my grief I was granted a vision from Luna herself.” There was some scoffing at this, but I ignored it. “In my vision, Luna explained to me that the SPUDS, the loss of our women in childbirth, was a punishment, a curse handed down by her. We had strayed from her vision, from her guidance given to us when our dual natures were created. She created each werewolf with a perfect match, a fate mate, that we were to seek and join with. These mates were often placed in different Packs, even different countries, as we were supposed to live in harmony with each other.”

The men started to fidget, I was hitting close to home for some of them. “Instead, the Alphas pursued power and land, expanding control, creating conflict between us when none should have been in place. Instead of freely moving between Packs, movements became restricted. Some Packs didn’t want their females leaving, or didn’t value Fate mates. They misused the Choice Mate option Luna gave us in case one mate died or mated another, some even perverted this as far as to justify raping and forcibly mating females they wanted. Her messengers and her warnings were ignored, those werewolves sometimes killed or beaten. Their blood demanded judgment, the women who were wronged deserved judgment, and judgement is what we got.”

I put a photo on the projector screen, of Dr. Vivian. “This was Doctor Vivian DelMara, at the start of the SPUDS epidemic she was the Pack Doctor of the North Shore Pack, and one of the first to see the spontaneous abortion followed by hemorrhage death that became our curse. She worked tirelessly to find a cure, coordinating efforts by Pack doctors, searching human records, even adopting human methods to try and save mother and child. Working outside the Pack structure she no longer trusted, having been threatened herself and seeing other Doctors killed for failure, she made her old Alpha a deal. Ship the pregnant women to her, and she would try to save them. Twenty-one babies didn’t make it, and twenty-two mothers died on her. Heroic efforts allowed her to save one extremely premature girl, the daughter of the Boundary Waters Pack Alpha. Her name was Jennifer.” I showed a few photos of the tiny girl in her incubator, taken at the veterinary clinic Vivian had turned into a Pack hospital.

A few of the men gasped, seeing the dates of the photos in the middle of the outbreak. “This is outrageous,” Alpha Dennis Thurber of the North Carolina pack said. “Our pack is dying at the time, and she can save them? Why wasn’t this knowledge shared with others?”

“Simple. The same selfish, power-hungry motivations that led to the Curse killed this girl and nearly resulted in Doctor DelMara being forcibly mated. Her clinic was attacked by a Pack, the Doctor kidnapped, and the baby left to die.” I had to take a moment as I clicked through the photos, one of baby Jessica on a pyre. “Doctor Vivian was able to escape, but this was now two times her life had been threatened for doing her job. She and her assistant, a shewolf named Jessica, fled with Jessica’s mate to an island. They didn’t return until six years later when Jessica was pregnant, despite their best efforts to avoid it. Eighteen years ago today, Jessica started to bleed, and Doctor Vivian had a choice to make- save her best friend, or save the baby. She saved the baby, who is named Eve.” I had clicked through the photos of Jessica and Carson, their pregnancy, and her pyre. I left the photo of Eve in the incubator up on the screen.

“The last part of the vision from Luna was this; she would send a shewolf to us as one last chance to avoid extinction, we call her the Promised One. If she finds and mates her fate mate, as Luna designs, then the curse will be broken, and her offspring will eventually help us recover the species. If not, well… she will die of the curse as well, and there is truly no hope for us left. Today Eve has come of age, and today we start the process of finding her True Mate.” The room erupted as I put her photo on the screen.