Alora.
“Who the fuck are you?” His deep voice growled at me and I shivered as fear shot up my spine.
The man standing before me was tall, he had a broad chest, and lean muscles. His biceps flexed as he raised his gun at me. He had deep blue cold eyes, not the usual blue of the ocean, nor the blue color of the sky. His eyes were a deeper shade, like a painter that stroked that spot repeatedly, highlighting the color.
But instead of the warmth that the color blue brought, these man’s were filled with cold and hate. There were no emotions in them, except from the reflection of anger in them.
If I hadn’t seen his reaction when he had first seen me I would have thought he could feel no other emotions except from anger and irritation.
The way he had looked down on me was the exact opposite of the emotion on his face. He had looked at me with soft eyes, gasping silently at the color of my eyes.
My violet eye color had been a mystery to my parents, I was different from the other wolves. It was like the moon goddess had tried to make up for not giving me a wolf by giving me a rare eye color and granting the ability to mask my scent.
I noticed the shock on his eyes and then they softened, and filled with admiration and I found myself lost in his gaze too.
He was handsome.
As much as I was scared looking up at him with a gun pointed to my face, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of admiration as I looked at that beautiful face.
It was perfect, not a spec out of place. His black hair fell backwards, neatly done like he had spent hours in the salon. He wore a white shirt that was currently splashed with dried blood and I wondered if soon it would be my blood against his shirt.
He had stepped towards me, lowering the gun and touching my face. His touch had sent sparks over my body, and I shivered at the sudden feeling of heat that filled me.
His hands were large against my small round face and I found myself leaning against it very softly that I doubted he knew.
His touch felt different from Jax.
Jax’s hands claimed me, roamed through my body without consent and touched me in places I didn’t want. His touch felt like fire against my skin and I found myself struggling against his hold.
Jax’s touch on my body was to fulfill his blinded lust or to discipline me from any mistake I made when I leaned away from him.
And soon I found myself hating being touched, it irritated me and no matter how hard I scrubbed off the feeling of those large calloused hands on me, it never left.
Jax’s touch haunted me even while he wasn’t there.
But this man’s were different, they didn’t hurt me, instead it felt so soft against my cheek and then a tear rolled past my eyes and before they could drop to the blankets, he wiped them away and they stained my face.
Whenever Jax wiped my tears it was done to mock me, to let me know that he brought them and he would continue bringing more.
But when this man had wiped my tears away, for some strange reason I felt safe. Like he was assuring me that whenever I cried he would be there to wipe my tears away.
And that was so foolish of me! Because the next instant, he recoiled away from me sharply and a frown filled his face before he raised his hand once more and pointed the gun to my face.
His once soft eyes stared down at me with so much hatred to drown a city, there was irritation, anger and hatred in those deep blue eyes and when he spoke.
The domineering Alpha’s tone I found myself gasping in shock and leaning away from him as fear filled me once more and I started to shiver.
“Who the fuck are you? This would be the last time I ask you before I pull a trigger between your eyes.” He growled at me and I jumped at the sound of his voice.
I trembled visibly and uncontrollably as I looked away from him fearfully. Right now, he sounded like Jax, that dominant voice that forced me into submission, loud and powerful against my ears.
And I knew if I didn’t respond to him this time he was going to shoot me, I knew he was, his eyes told me so that he had no more patience remaining and I quickly stuttered out my name from my lips.
“Al… Alo- Alora.” I finally said, finding it hard to talk as I wondered if I should also let him know my last name. I was about to speak again when he beat me to it.
“Alora,” He whispered softly, and my name rolled off his lips sounding like chocolate sundae melting under the sun. They sounded nice in those perfect lips of his and I found myself wanting him to utter my name once more.
Focus! You’re about to get killed! I heard my subconscious scream at me.
“And your last name?” He asked and I gasped, forcing my gaze away from him as I trembled.
My last name.
Pentagon.
I had taken Jax’s last name after I was given to him as a slave. He said I now belonged to him, I was a part of him, his to use and it was only rightful I abandoned my real last name.
Alora Pentagon.
That was the name given to me by my master and I was only given the privilege to keep my first name given to me by my parents.
I couldn’t respond as I found myself debating whether to abandon Jax’s last name and use my parents name.
I felt a rough hand grab my cheeks and the man forced me to look up at him. I gasped sharply as fear shot up my spine and all the hair at the back of my neck stood.
This time, his touch reminded me of Jax, rough and painful. My eyes watered with tears and I forcefully looked up at him.
He smirked and my heart beat loudly in my chest, threatening to jump out in fear as I looked up at the eyes of the man.
“You’re very lucky I’m a bit patient today. I just killed off an intruder that had stepped into my pack and I’m excited to kill you too. But let me introduce myself like I always do,” he smirked, his tone low and dangerous.
I shivered in fear. He was going to kill me! He really was!
“I’m very certain you’ve heard my name before. Ares Delgado.” He stated, smirking when my eyes widened in shock.
I froze, it was time had stopped, my blood rushed to my ears as all the hair at the back of my hair stood as I looked up at the man in front of me.
No! It can’t be!
“You know me right?” He asked, smirking at my reaction.
Of course!
How couldn’t I know who he was?
My stomach twisted in knots as I looked past his face and at the tattoo peeking from the side of his neck.
This was the famous tattoo of anyone that belonged to The Blood Moon Pack. A wolf head soaked with blood, it’s once white fur stained with the red liquid as a few drops fell from it leaving a pool just underneath it.
I had seen that tattoo a few times when Jax came home with a file of warriors, they looked so fierce and powerful and had the exact drawing of the tattoo on her neck, arms or anywhere visible.
Does that mean, this man…?
I gasped, raising my hand to my lips as I swallowed the fear that constricted my throat as the room suddenly filled with an aura, a powerful, deadly aura that could only radiate off someone very powerful. And it was coming from him?
My vision blurred as I reached from behind me, pulling myself gently away from the man who smirked in front of me.
He knew.
He knew I recognized that name.
It was him.
Oh God! It was him!
I could feel panic in my veins, as I couldn’t take my eyes away from Ares Delgado.
That name! Oh God! That name! I had to get out of here!
I suddenly leapt from the bed, and regretted it immediately as a sharp pain filled my leg and I staggered falling forward.
There was a moment of pause and I felt the air knock out of me and I closed my eyes, expecting to hit the cold hard floor when I felt strong arms catch me mid air.
My feet were gently placed on the floor Andi opened my eyes, but I could sigh in relief as I met with those cold blue eyes of Ares.
I staggered away from him, releasing myself from his grip as my eyes filled with unshed tears and I stumbled, holding unto the bedpost to keep myself standing.
“I’ll take that you know me. I’m quite famous,” Ares chuckled darkly, folding his arms in front of him and flexing those biceps but I kept my eyes on him, watching him carefully.
Ares Delgado.
That name brought fear to every wolf in the city.
Ares Delgado.
Jax’s worst enemy.
I had heard the name s few times when Jax came home angry, muttering angry curses at him and screaming in frustration before taking it out on me that night.
The two packs had been in war for as long as I could remember. The White Moon pack where I belonged and The Blood Moon pack were sworn enemies for years and the war continued with the next generations.
Both packs were the strongest, most powerful and largest in the world and they both fought, determined to rule each other. And while no one knew what had caused the beef within them, soon other packs fell under their strength and power.
Ruthless, cruel and merciless, the Blood Moon Pack ruled almost half of the city while The White Moon Pack ruled the other. Each, marking their territory and daring anyone from the other to step in it.
And I had made the greatest mistake of my life by stepping into Blood Moon Territory. I had seen Jax kill some spies from the Blood Moon Pack in cold blood, mercilessly and cruelly.
My heart beat leapt, almost jumping out of my chest as Ares took a threatening step closer to me. Dread and horror filled me as I stared at the dangerous man in front of me.
I had escaped a dangerous man only to fall into the hands of another. Into the pack of another.
This man was feared by all. He bled of power. Every part of him screamed danger and promise of death if I dared disobey him.
Ares Delgado.
The Alpha of Blood Moon Pack.
Jax’s biggest enemy.
Their enmity ran deep from both families.
The Pentagons and the Delgados.
White Moon Pack and Blood Moon Pack.
Jax and Ares.
And I was standing right in front of him, the Alpha, and I knew he was going to kill me as soon as he found out I was Jax’s property and bearing his last name. Because the best way they got each other was killing off what the other loved the most.
Their most prized possession.
And I was Jax’s.