Mated To Alpha Gregory

Adams’ POV

I stood up in haste as they took their stances, swords drawn out.

The first man looked like he had never gotten beyond a few hours of sleep in his entire life. His eyes were sunken deep into his head and he almost looked like he was blind.

He was a little bit shorter than I was, dressed in an oversized coat which made me wonder how he intended to fight me.

The other man, however, was tall and lean, about the same height as I was. He had a fierce look on his face and seemed like someone who could fight.

He held his sword so dangerously, I would have surrendered to them if I wasn’t an Alpha.

I raised my hands up as I was unarmed. “I really don’t want to fight any of you, just tell me where Raoul is so that we can all be on our way, unhurt. Who knows, I might spare you all and let you keep staying here.”

“We don’t need your help or permission to stay here, Alpha King, we do not serve you,” the first man spoke.

The other man remained silent, and I guessed he wasn’t much of a talker.

I looked around me quickly and at the two men before me. If I went one on one with them, I would easily destroy them. I just didn’t feel the need, as it was almost morning and I didn’t know the state of things back at the mansion.

A stone suddenly fell from behind me and it distracted them. I took it as an opportunity to run -to get out of there.

In a swift movement, I moved left, then right again. They had fallen for it and moved left also, but I deflected, making them fall on each other.

I didn’t let my wolf out even though I was beyond tempted to succumb to his pressure. If I did, it would be hard to keep him in control.

I continued running down the dark passage which didn’t seem to stop. I heard the men’s heavy footsteps behind me. They were almost meeting up with me, and it was only a matter of time before they did.

I suddenly sighted a door and bashed into it, shattering it in the process. It was another huge rocky hall with torches burning all round it to give light.

The men stopped, and stood at the door. From the look on their faces, it seemed as though they were scared of something.

“What! You don’t want me any longer?” I asked them.

“Why should we be so bothered when you walked into your own death yourself,” the lean one spoke.

I became confused at his statement, and tried to say something, but stopped when I heard snarls from behind me.

Slowly, I turned back and came face to face with dark green eyes which glowed with a fierce intensity.

On a table not far away was a jar of mountain dust, sitting comfortably.

“You can go chief, I’ll handle this one myself.” Raoul’s wolf, Iran, cracked his neck and faced me with his claws extended out of his hands. The men walked away, leaving us to fight against each other.

“Why are you doing this, Raoul?” I asked him with a soft voice.

“I am not Raoul, I am Iran, and is that a question? You know why I am doing this, Adams.”

My wolf stirred crazily inside me, threatening to burst out any minute. “Let me out Adams, let me put this fool in his place.”

“Let me speak to him, I’m sure he will come around,” I insisted, resisting his attempts to come out.

“Are you insane? Does that look like Raoul to you? That’s Iran, and all he wants is a fight. Let me handle him… now!”

I eventually succumbed and closed my eyes. The next time I opened them, my wolf, Ted, was out to play.

Dark fur spread across my body as my bones twisted and turned. My claws became very long, and I let out a loud growl which shook the structure.

‘Smack!’ A loud punch hit Ted’s jaw.

He fell down and rolled away just in time to avoid another punch. Iran swung his claws towards Ted but Ted dodged. Iran tried more, but Ted was like a blur, escaping Iran’s attacks.

I cheered inside, watching Ted frustrate Iran.

Ted revealed his claws and grabbed Iran by the neck just as he was about to jump on him. On one swing, he bashed him into the wall, making him scream loudly.

From where he had fallen, Iran jolted again and pierced Ted in the legs with his claws. Ted screamed and fell to the ground on his knees.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Even though I only watched and observed from inside him, I felt the pain.

It seemed as though there was something in Iran’s claws as a certain weakness moved around Ted’s body, making him weak all over.

I felt it too and could hardly keep my eyes open as we both remained on the floor.

“Not so strong now… uhn?” Iran mocked, staring at him from where he was.

His statement made Ted very angry. He was so angry, he closed his eyes, and as if under his command, a strong wind blew, putting off all the burning torches.

A thick fog suddenly came out of nowhere, filling the entire room.

Panic gripped Iran as he began to back off. “What is this? What are you doing?”

Ted remained silent as the wind blew more fiercely, and the fog thickened.

Suddenly, Ted opened his eyes and charged forward, bashing Iran into the wall. He dipped his claws into his chest, stabbing him multiple times before dropping him on the floor.

The smell of blood soon filled the room as Iran gasped weakly on the floor. Ted landed one final kick on Iran’s face and he became silent.

He closed his eyes again and the wind stopped. The fog also reduced, and the lights came back on.

“That’s how it is done,” he whispered as I came out again. The fur all over my body soon disappeared, and I returned to my normal state.

I saw Raoul lying on the floor, unconscious. It looked like he was dead, because his heart was not beating.

I became afraid, and ran close to him. “Raoul, stand up.” But he didn’t move.

I glanced at the jar on the table and back at him. I became confused about what I should do. Should I help him? Or should I take the jar and hurry back home?