The Alpha’s Sacred Wolf

I guess your twenty-one-year birthday isn't complete without your dad telling you your late mom was a literal fucking werewolf.

I had gone to visit my dad after I got a text from him saying he wanted to talk about my late mom.

He was busy in the kitchen while I peered at a framed picture of my mom.

“I wish you'd met her… she was special,” he said. I didn't know when he walked back into the living room. A flicker of sadness passed through his eyes.

He settled on the sofa beside me, leaning forward on his knees as he looked at me with a grave expression on his face. “About your mom… She wasn't an ordinary person. She was supernatural.”

My brows creased. “I don't understand.”

“I know how unbelievable it sounds, but she had this ability to change into a wolf.”

My eyes widened. “Like a werewolf?”

Was this some kind of prank?

“Does that make me a werewolf then?” I chuckled to myself as I found myself asking such a silly question.

My dad never spoke about my mom since she passed away when she gave birth to me, and the first time we have a solid conversation about her, he tells me she's a literal werewolf.

He was clearly losing it.

“She told me you're chosen, that you have a destiny to fulfill.”

This had to be a prank.

“You’re serious?” I watched him, waiting for his serious expression to waver- it didn't.

“Yes,” he responded.

Everything sounded too absurd but I was going to go along with it. “If this is true, why tell me now?”

“Because you’re twenty. Apparently, that's when your destiny manifests”

“What destiny?” I asked, listening attentively.

“I don't know the details but you're important to some supernatural beings,” he paused dramatically, “It has something to do with your mom’s lineage.”

It all sounded unbelievable but he wouldn't make me come all the way to another town if it wasn't important. I didn't want to admit it but a part of me was starting to believe a bit of what he was saying. “So what happens now?” I inquired.

“I don't know, but everything will fall into place eventually… we just have to watch”

I was silent, as I contemplated everything he had just told me.

If he was right— which I doubted, what would this mean for me? And how would this whole destiny thing affect my life?

I hoped everything would be a joke in the end.

He looked at me, deep concern visible in his eyes. “It doesn't sound like it's going to be easy,” he said, his voice laced with worry, “but you're a strong woman, Gina. I know you'll get through it.”

“I will,” I responded like I knew what he was concerned about.

He embraced me and then planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“Please,” he breathed. “I can't lose you too.”

***

It was past eleven and the party was already in full swing. My best friend; Kristen had already called a few minutes to let me know she was on her way to pick me up, for a party she literally forced me to attend.

I didn't like my birthdays. I was plunged deep into the actuality and constantly reminded of how meaningless my life was. We all lived in a stagnant simulation where nothing ever changed and life never got easier – and I grew sick of it every day.

Reluctantly, I got prepared, wearing an oxblood backless mini dress that clung to my body like a second skin, its low neckline exposing my full cleavage. I stopped to gaze at myself in the mirror, thinking about whether to wear my deep brown wavy hair down or tie it into a ponytail. Eventually, I chose to let it down.

I applied mascara on my lashes and smeared a deep shade of red lipstick on my lips that brought out my amber eyes, all the while my thoughts drifting back to what my dad said. As much as I tried not to think about it, it kept nibbling at the back of my mind.

I got a sudden text from Kristen, saying she was outside the building.

When I got downstairs, I spotted Kristen’s Honda parked across the building. My gaze immediately fell on the Range Rover I had seen earlier on my way to campus this morning. It never left since then and it made me wonder what such a luxurious vehicle like that was doing in a place like this.

When I arrived at Kristen’s car, I slipped into the passenger’s seat and fastened my seatbelt.

“Looking sexy.” She grinned as she sized me up. “You’ll drive the guys wild.”

“Likewise,” I chimed as I peered at her. She wore a black dress with daring cutouts along her midriff, revealing the underside of her breast. Kristen and I had been friends since high school. Even though her overly lively personality was quite the opposite of mine, we were perfect for each other. She wasn’t just a friend to me but a sister, and I loved her very much— though I would never tell her that.

When we got to the club, we were greeted by deafening music even before we got into the building. Stepping inside, the place was hot like there was a pressure cooker underneath and the familiar stench of sweat I could never get used to hit me, my face wrinkling in disgust. Kristen, on the other hand, looked thrilled to be here, so I tried to act happy— I didn’t want to ruin the fun for her.

When we got to the bar, I called the attention of the bartender and ordered a margarita, while Kristen opted for a dirty martini.

"Don't overdo it," I warned her, well aware of how badly she handled alcohol.

"Just one glass." She grinned as I rolled my eyes. We both knew one glass was never enough for her.

"Ladies," a voice chimed in from behind me, and I turned to see who it was. My whole face lit up when I saw it was Nigel. He pulled me into a warm hug and wished me a happy birthday.

Nigel was one of the few sensible people I knew and a close friend too. He was boyishly handsome and had the body of your regular football player.

“Look who decided to show up,” Kristen drawled as she batted her lashes at him. She folded her hands across her chest, making her breasts pop out in a way that caught even my attention. Nigel’s gaze briefly darted to her chest and I honestly couldn’t blame him.

"Kristen," he smirked, stretching out his hand to her, “Let’s dance,” it was obvious he liked her.

She placed her hand in his. “I’ll be back” Kristen waved at me before leaving with Nigel. I honestly wouldn’t mind if she didn’t come back; that way I wouldn’t have to babysit a drunk Kristen.

I was about to take a sip of my Margarita when an unsettling feeling washed over me. The sensation was so intense and burned through my neck, causing the hairs to stand on end.

Someone was watching me.

I scanned the crowd, searching until my gaze stopped on a distant figure. He was exceptionally tall, leaning against the wall in a shadowy corner. I couldn’t see his face properly but I didn't need to — I knew he was the one watching.

At that moment, everything went still as we stared at each other like we were the only ones in the room. Even in the darkness, I could make out his fierce icy blue eyes as they pierced mine. He had a powerful aura about him that demanded attention and I could feel it even from a distance. I didn't know who this stalker was but my body was drawn to him like a magnet.

A gasp escaped my lips when I felt someone grip my shoulder. I turned around to see the last person I wanted to see.

“Gina! Good to see you” Luke chimed as he gave me a once-over.

“What do you want?” I glared at him.

“Not even a hi?” He raised his hand in mock surrender, a smug smirk on his face I so desperately wanted to slap. I ignored him and looked behind me. The stalker wasn't there anymore and I found myself feeling upset about a literal stranger.

There was something seriously wrong with me.

“Come on… let me buy you a drink at least” his eyes scanned my whole body, making my skin crawl.

“I already have one,” I pulled my Margarita close to me, watching him carefully. You could never tell with these guys, they couldn't be trusted. The one second you're distracted, they're pouring contents into your drink.

“Two wouldn’t hurt” he persisted and I could already feel my patience wearing thin.

“Can you like fuck off?” I asked in the nicest way possible. I didn’t like Luke for justifiable reasons, though, there was a time when I was all over him.

But after he tried to take advantage of me when I planned to take things slow—an experience I would rather not disclose any information about—I understood the kind of person he was and did my best to steer out of his way. But he just never fucking left me alone.

“Kristen told me you’d be glad if I showed up…” he said, which was a lie because Kristen hated him as much as I did. “…I couldn’t miss your birthday for anything.”

“You’re ruining it at this point.” I shot him a dirty look but he didn't budge.

He placed his hand on his chest, feigning heartbreak. “You’re hurting my feelings, Gina.”

“I honestly don’t give a shit.”

I caught a glimpse of the concerned look the bartender gave me and I felt bad for him. I guess he was used to seeing girls treated this way.

I rose from my seat and walked away, with Luke trailing behind me like a stray puppy. I didn't even walk away long enough when he locked his grip on my arm forcefully, yanking me back with so much force that I got dizzy.

“What the fuck is your problem!” my voice surged with anger the moment I steadied myself.

“Acting like a bitch only makes you sexier,” he grinned like this was amusing to him— which I'm sure was. I felt repulsed when his gaze moved down to my cleavage and lingered there. This was what men like him do; they take advantage of your weakness and use their manly strength to intimidate you, and I’d had enough of it. I wasn’t going to let him get that satisfaction.

“I will call security,” I seethed through gritted teeth.

“I dare you.” His tone was threatening, the smug smirk never leaving his face.

The moment his hands moved to my chest area, I felt a part of me snap as I released the pent-up rage building inside me.

My fight or flight hormone responded at that point, and I felt a burst of energy course through my whole body. I pushed him and watched in disbelief as he flew back and crashed hard into the wall. I stared at his limp form lying against the wall, then at my trembling hands like they were a foreign thing, my heart racing as shock took control of my whole body.

What just happened?

I heard gasps around me as people stared at me with shocked expressions on their faces. I was too stunned to move like my feet were glued to the ground, my body trembling as panic swept through me.

Jesus! What just happened?

I felt someone hold my hand. “We need to get you outta here,” Nigel said as he pulled me along with him.

“You’re going to be fine.” Kristen’s voice was soothing as she held my other hand.

I couldn't think of anything else but the sickening crunch I heard when Luke’s body connected with the wall and the haunting sight of his lifeless form.

As Nigel drove, Kristen stayed with me in the backseat. My gaze darted out of the car window, the cool wind whipping through my hair. My mind was in turmoil as what happened with Luke haunted my thoughts. Whatever happened there wasn’t ordinary and I was starting to believe what my dad told me.

Finally, we arrived at my apartment building and Kristen walked me to the entrance.

“Are you okay? I can spend the night if you want,” she offered. Her concern warmed my heart.

“I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.”

She held my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and gazed at me apologetically.

“Part of this is my fault, I shouldn’t have forced you to come to the party,” her voice tinged with guilt.

“It’s not your fault,” I said.

“And your chances with Luke are ruined.”

I couldn't help but grin. “He kinda deserved it.”

Waving them goodnight, I waited till they drove off, then involuntarily, my gaze was drawn to the Range Rover still parked. Whoever owned it really didn’t want to leave.

Two huge men stood by the entrance, their gaze fixed on me as I walked past them. Climbing up the stairs, I could still feel their eyes watching me closely.

I kept looking behind me, relieved there wasn't a sign of them till I got to my apartment door. Out of nowhere, one of the men materialized in the corridor, and my heart began to race faster.

How did he get here so fast?

My instincts screamed that these men meant trouble. This was probably how girls get trafficked, and I wasn't going to let myself be a victim.

I had to think and act fast.

Pretending I was at the wrong apartment, I walked in the opposite direction, hiding my suspicion. With a quick pace, I dashed through the stairs, my mind spinning.

Were they robbers? Or was I just being paranoid? I certainly didn't want to find out.

I reached the outside of the building and bolted down the streets, searching for any form of help. Remembering I hadn't seen the second man, as if on cue, he emerged suddenly from the dark alleyway of the building, startling me. His sudden appearance sent chills down my spine, and before I could react, he grabbed my arm, dragging me along with him.

“I-I don’t have any money.” My voice quivered with apprehension.

“I don't need your money.” His voice was gruff.

I scanned around me, trying to get anyone’s attention, but the streets were nearly empty and we were concealed in the shadows.

I struggled against his grip and tried crying out, but his large hand clamped my mouth shut, stifling my cries.

He dragged me towards the Range Rover and shoved me forcefully into the backseat, my head slamming against the door with a painful thud. He got into the backseat beside me, while the other settled in the driver's seat. The engine roared to life and panic seized when I realized what was happening.

I was being kidnapped.

“Who are you people?” I asked, fear evident in my voice.

Silence.

“Where are you taking me?”

Still no answer.

I needed to get out of here.

I realized my phone was still in my purse, but the man beside me watched me closely. The thought of fighting my way out dropped in my mind, but the sheer size of this man was frightening. No doubt, he could easily end my life with those enormous hands of his.

I was helpless.

My thoughts raced. Who were these men and what did they want from me? Was I being trafficked? Were they serial killers planning to kill their next victim?

I didn't believe in God but I said a silent prayer to him, hoping a miracle would somehow happen.

The car suddenly jolted to a stop, almost sending my body flying. I peered through the car’s window and saw we were parked in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by towering trees. Blood drained from my body.

The woods were never a good sign.

The man beside me lifted his nose in the air and sniffed like a damn dog. “They’re here,” he said.

“No Shit,” The man in the driver’s seat hit the wheels aggressively, making me jump.

Before I could tell what was going on, the men exited the car, leaving me alone in it. I could hear faint thuds and guttural noises coming from outside, causing my fear to intensify.

Whatever was happening out there certainly didn’t sound good, and I wasn't ready to find out. But at that moment, my survival instincts kicked in.

This was my chance.

With trembling fingers, I reached for the handle and pulled. The door opened immediately, the night air rushing in. The darkness outside was eerie, but that wasn't going to stop me. Determination welled inside me as I looked ahead, ready to run. I wasn't going to let myself become another missing person on the news. My life was at stake and I was ready to fight for it.

Adrenaline surged through my veins, and without looking back, I ran. I sped through the dense bushes and overgrown trees, leaves rustling beneath my feet as I trampled on them.

I didn’t know where I was headed to, but I was determined to get far away from my captors, and hopefully, find help at the other side of the woods.

Time passed but the woods didn't seem to end as I sped through. My heart pounded hard against my chest, my breaths came in ragged gasps and every muscle in my body burned, but I couldn't stop.

Suddenly, I heard loud thuds coming from behind me, and my blood turned to ice… something was chasing me. I raced faster, my ears ringing as I pushed further.

The woods became a blur as I ran, but whatever was chasing me still followed behind me relentlessly, its reverberating steps growing louder. The grunts and the thuds coming from my pursuer made me come to the realization that whatever it was wasn't human and that made everything so much worse.

I made the mistake of looking back and felt my gut wrench deep in my stomach when I caught sight of the monster chasing me. My feet immediately connected with something, making me lose my footing.

I fell hard to the ground, grazing my knee and hands on the coarse ground. I tried to get back on my feet but a sharp pain radiated through my limbs, leaving me helpless.

The monster, however, was on top of me in an instant, its vicious snarl revealing bloody razor-sharp canines. What I thought was a monster was an enormous wolf, with icy blue eyes that glowered at me. I could hardly contain the terror in me when the wolf moved its large head closer to my face.

“Go away!” I screamed, my voice quivering as tears streamed down my eyes. At that point, I knew death was inescapable as it stared down at me with its blue eyes. Knowing I was about to be wolf dinner, I shut my eyes, bracing for death and hoping it would be quick and painless, but it never came.

When I dared open my eyes, it met the wolf’s now curious gaze. It cocked its head as if trying to figure me out, and its nose twitched as it sniffed me. I remained still as it did, hoping the wolf had a change of heart about eating me. I felt my heart pound faster when it dipped its head lower, and then it nuzzled its wet snout into my cleavage, sniffing provocatively.

“Hey! Back off!” I shoved the wolf away impulsively, as it flared its nostrils in return.

Perplexed, I couldn't understand why I was still alive, and why this wolf wasn't licking on my bones yet.

My attention was immediately drawn to the two wolves who had silently appeared behind me and I felt dread wash over me.

There were more of them.

The wolf on top of me growled back at them, as if in a defensive manner while they just simply stared. The distinct sound of bones snapping suddenly filled the air and I watched in disbelief as the two wolves transformed into naked humans; a man and a woman.

“Jesus,” I muttered, my eyes widened as I gaped at the man and woman who now walked towards me.

“You’re coming with us.” The woman’s voice was soothing, while the man walked towards the blue-eyed wolf and patted it gently.

“Come on, let's get going,” he said.

The wolf released a low grunt and the unmistakable sound of bones snapping followed. It transformed into a man just like the others. I stared in absolute shock, my mind refusing to decipher what I had just witnessed.

I was losing my fucking mind.

The woman crouched down in front of me, extending her hands. “Let me help you up,” she whispered.

A wave of dizziness washed over me, the weight of the night’s events finally taking a toll on me. Witnessing the wolves turn into humans had been my last straw, as darkness closed in on my vision.