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Chapter 3
Alpha
Fuck!
She’s not what I expected. Gorgeous. Feisty. Tempting.
Her scent is like ambrosia, and it does something to me. Every inch of her calls to my wolf like no one has ever done before. My heartbeat races.
She’s a wolf, yet the smell of humanity clings to her, along with something else. My nose pricks with the current of electricity beneath the smell, something almost sickly sweet. Every wolf carries a distinct scent that easily identifies their power, their status. We are born this way, nature dictating our future before our first breath into this world. But this girl… She doesn’t carry the rippling power of an Alpha or Beta. Omega? Yes, but she smells differently.
She has no clue what she is, either. I can see it in her lost, wild gaze. I feel it in her presence. Living day to day out in the woods. Like most of the wolf females we pick up, she’s just trying to survive. On her own, she won’t last out here. If the undead don’t get her, the rogue wolves who lust over females to rut will sniff her down.
I’m doing her a favor by taking her. Though she doesn't think so, considering the way she fights me, digging her heels into the ground to slow us down. I’m seconds from tossing her over my shoulder and slapping that tight ass until she conforms.
The Omegas we catch become obedient almost immediately in the presence of an Alpha, their wolves taking control of them.
But not this hellcat. A growl rumbles in my chest, and I curl my fists.
There is something very different about this girl, and I intend to find out what.
Her obstinate behavior confirms she’s grown up as a wildling in the woods and most likely hasn’t been around too many males. I’ve searched the surrounding woods for the past couple of days and found no females. Once I extended the radius of my search, I found her. She has to be Meira, as she fits the description perfectly, down to the beauty spot at the corner of her left eye.
“How far is your lair?” she asks sharply while glancing out at the forest around us. At the pines swaying in the breeze, the shadows dancing amid the trunks.
What is she searching for? The undead? Those bastards come out of nowhere. Where there’s one, there are plenty. They travel like a swarm, so on the bright side, the numerous feet trampling the ground make them easily heard when they approach. My ears prick for any sounds in the distance… Nothing yet. The ones who survived this fucked-up world plagued by the virus learn to assimilate and be quick on their feet.
Get bitten, and you become infected in a few hours. For that reason, we need to hurry. I have the four-wheel drive waiting farther down the hill, so we need to get there before night hits. Otherwise, the other creatures that make the shadows their home will emerge. And they don’t make sounds; they attack without notice. Beasts who hunt only at night for fresh meat.
“If you’d stop fighting me,” I point out, “we’d arrive sooner.”
She watches my mouth as I speak but then tears her gaze away angrily. She’s clutching her neck, blood trickling through her fingers, but it doesn't keep her from glaring at me with fury.
“I’m not afraid to remain in the woods,” she says with venom in her voice. “Maybe we should spend the night in the forest?”
I shake my head. “Nobody wants to stay in the forest at night. So I’m not buying whatever game you’re playing.”
I’ve only just met her and already, she infuriates me. She’s just a tiny thing, five-foot-two or -three, compared to me at six-foot-two. A curvy body, her breasts high and round. Hair the color of darkest brown flutters halfway down her back. Shorter strands hang loose around her beautiful face. My fingers tingle as I imagine twisting her locks around my hand and gripping them as I fuck her from behind.
Fuck!I don’t need those thoughts in my mind, not while I’m naked. And walking around with a raging hard-on is not fucking comfortable.
“I thought you would have liked games,” she teases, antagonizing me. “It’s what you Alphas do, right? Chase down females to make them your possessions?” She pierces me with the most beautiful pale bronze eyes. I’ve never seen that eye color before, but it’s so much more than the shade. They’re shaped to look permanently sad, like she’s experienced too much sorrow in her life. When she doesn’t snarl at me, she almost looks like she might start crying. Flawless skin with a sprinkling of freckles over her nose, and my gaze falls to the rosy full lips. Who is this girl?
The dripping blood from her neck catches my attention, the rivulets rolling down her shoulder and into the material of her tee. How long before she draws the undead to us with the scent?
I pause and pivot in front of her. She flinches back, clearly scared of me. I’ll admit that her reaction both excites and upsets me. I’m a twisted bastard that way.
“What are you doing?” She looks at me with narrowing eyes, as if unsure whether she ought to trust me or not.
She wears a blue skirt that falls to her knees, the fabric torn from the fight, and a black tee two sizes too small for her, revealing a line of creamy silk stomach.
Like her clothes, her sneakers are stained with mud and long overdue for a wash. I reach down and grab the hem of her skirt where I spot a rip in the fabric.
“Hey!” She reaches down to push my hands away, but I tear the chunk of long material from the base of her skirt so fast, she doesn’t see it coming. I shove her shoulder to turn her away from me before tearing the rest of it from all around. With a final jerk, I rip the strip free.
She stumbles on her feet, her eyes bulging out of their sockets. The earlier dress now sits above mid-thigh, revealing gorgeous, toned legs.
She snarls. “What the hell did you do that for?”
