As I struggle to release myself from Alexander’s grasp, he finally lets go but holds my hands before I can move away. “Remember that I love you, no matter how you feel now.” He tells me earnestly. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing this.”
“If you still want me, then act quickly so your efforts aren’t in vain.” I reply bluntly. He kisses my palms softly before fading into thin air. I hiss at his departure and reach for the doorknob, but someone is already twisting it from the other side. I wait for the person to finish before allowing them in. It’s a tall man, towering over me and exuding an intimidating presence.
“What do you want here?” I demand fiercely, hoping to unsettle him and show that I’m not easily intimidated.
“I came for you.” He answers, locking the door behind him. “I’m a rogue, not affiliated with this pack house.”
As I hear his crude words, I resist the urge to panic and instead focus on maintaining my composure. “What do you want from me? And why don’t you just leave?” I ask, my voice steady but with an edge of defiance.
His response shocks me with its brazenness. “I want to have sex with you.” He states bluntly. “If you don’t comply, it’s a sign that you’re against living peacefully here.”
I glare at him, incredulous at his audacity. It’s outrageous, even by the standards of the Alpha who brought me here. Without hesitation, I clasp my hands together, ready to defend myself against this unwanted advance.
“I’ve heard enough of your pussy. I wanna make you wet.” I retort as he approaches menacingly. With a swift push, he tumbles to the ground, a cracking sound accompanying his fall. As he stands back up, visibly diminished in stature, it becomes apparent that his bravado was all empty talk.
Taking advantage of his weakened state, I seize him by the neck, forcing him to gasp for air. Seeing him on the brink of defeat, I release my grip, allowing him to stagger away from my room. In moments like these, self-defense speaks louder than words, sparing the need to involve the Alpha or his Beta in every minor altercation. Had my guards been present, they would have swiftly handled the situation.
Ignoring the persistent knocking at the door, I am momentarily taken aback as someone outside impersonates the Alpha’s voice, a futile attempt to deceive me. Despite my awareness of the ruse, I cautiously open the door, allowing her and her mate to enter. With a sense of relief, I close the door behind them, leaning against it to collect myself.
“Do you even have any respect for boundaries?” I fire back, my frustration evident. “Why did you come here suddenly, half-dressed? Do you even know whose room you barged into, or did you just shift without a second thought?”
The female offers an explanation, mentioning their need to escape from their real mate who almost caught them in the act. I sigh heavily, trying to comprehend their reckless actions.
“So, my room was your only option? You couldn’t find somewhere more discreet in the back of the pack house?” I question, feeling a mixture of annoyance and disbelief as I observe the male’s inappropriate behavior.
The female offers an apology, but I’m already resolved to report this incident to the Beta, not yet involving the Alpha. Such disregard for boundaries cannot go unchecked.
As I observe their intimate exchange, a mix of discomfort and amusement washes over me. Despite my initial intention to report their intrusion, I find myself hesitating as I witness their connection.
I remain at the door, silently watching as the male wolf resumes his advances, eliciting both pain and pleasure from his partner. I can’t help but chuckle softly at their disregard for my presence, finding the situation oddly amusing.
When the male wolf fails to release, his partner angrily confronts him, their exchange a mix of frustration and desire. As they continue, I can’t help but interject, reminding them to keep their sounds to a minimum.
However, their encounter takes an unexpected turn as they encounter a physical complication. Despite my urge to intervene, I merely caution them with a soft thud against the wall. Eventually, they manage to disentangle themselves, sharing a hopeful sentiment about their future.
As they request to leave, I nod silently, allowing them to exit my room, still processing the surreal encounter that just unfolded before me.
In my Werewolf Journey, I’ve never witnessed this scenario until now. I opt to keep it under wraps, but it’ll remain etched in my memory. As I head back to bed, the third knock echoes, prompting me to grip a sharp object in one hand while opening the door with the other.
The Beta strides in, accompanied by a retinue of guards. Swiftly, I drop the sharp object, though he catches the gesture and smirks, segueing into the purpose of his visit. Noticing the gender division among the guards, I realize my preference leans toward female guards; the prospect of male guards holds little appeal.
“Do you have a preference for male or female guards?” The Beta’s question feels oddly timed. Mentally acknowledging my recent thought, I gather the courage to respond.
“I prefer female wolves, my Lord.” I answer, my voice betraying a hint of unease, not due to fear of harm but rather the commanding aura he exudes.
“Very well. Step forward.” He commands, summoning three female wolves. “Choose any two.” He instructs. Surveying them with the scrutiny of a seasoned leader, I finally address them. “First, let me know your names.” I assert.
“I’m Isabella.” One of the wolves introduces herself.
“I’m Daniella.” Another chimes in.
“I’m Wolfe.” The third one states, prompting a raised eyebrow from me.
“Wolfe?” I inquire, but she remains silent. Her lack of response strikes me as impolite, prompting me to promptly inform the Beta that I only desire Isabella and Daniella by my side. He complies without further ado, and as he departs with the others, the tension dissipates.
I express my appreciation to Isabella and Daniella for their presence, and Isabella shares her insight.
“She did that on purpose.” Isabella remarks, gesturing towards the empty space where Wolfe stood moments ago.
“You mean Wolfe?” I seek clarification, to which she nods resolutely.
“Yes, ma’am. She’s quite cunning in matters like this. She’s vying for a position as one of the Alpha’s personal female guards.” Isabella explains, her demeanor akin to that of a seasoned soldier.
“The Alpha has both male and female guards?” I inquire, this time receiving a response from Daniella.
“Yeah, of course. He has both squads. You can easily form your own squad. With thousands of wolves here, we’ll support you, but it all hinges on the Alpha’s backing.” She explains, emphasizing the significance of the Alpha’s favor, which connects me to him-a gesture not to be taken lightly.
Curious about their knowledge of my identity, I turn to Isabella. “Do you know my name and who I am?” I probe.
“We don’t know your name or your identity. Our directive is to safeguard you from rogues, non-committed individuals, and runaway wolves.” Isabella replies matter-of-factly.
“Thank you for that information. Noted.” I acknowledge before reclining on the bed. Another question arises, “Do you have your own resting quarters, or do we all share this bed?” I inquire, puzzled.
Daniella steps forward to clarify, “Ma’am, we remain on alert throughout the night. Do you understand now?” Her words carrying the weight of their commitment to their duty.
As I nod in acknowledgment of their explanation, I request one of them to switch off the lights, signaling my intent to rest. As I begin to drift off, a cacophony of voices fills my mind, initially attributing them to my new assistants. However, a sudden urgency prompts me to awaken and verify.
Feeling constrained to the bed, I force my eyes open to darkness, quickly illuminating the room. To my surprise, the guards are huddled in a corner, seemingly entranced in slumber. Confounded, I shake my head, pondering the source of the voices I’d heard.
Returning to bed, I finally settle into a peaceful sleep. Yet, the tranquility is short-lived as the wild voice from the window interrupts my rest once more. Rising abruptly, I startle my assistants from their reveries, demanding answers.
“Where is the noise coming from?” I inquire, urgency lacing my voice.