I Belong To The Feral Alpha

Prologue The Beginning…. She lost her soul the day she gave herself to him. She lost her heart the day she offered to spend the rest of my life with him. It was at this point that her kind would say 'men are scum'. But she couldn’t say that because he was not even a man. He was a mythical creature, something out of a moonlight tale. To most people his kind did not exist. And to some people his species were extinct. Though to a select few, people like her, his kind were real. But that was about to change. I would kill him. Him and all of his kind. He would pay for what he had to her. Her name was Arianne McKenna. Several years ago she fell in love with a werewolf. Then he hurt her. And she swore never to make that mistake again. But Fate had other plans. Chapter 1 Another Summer Solstice… She watched him drink and laugh with the Asian girl. In her gut, she wanted to walk over there and smash a bottle of cheap wine on his head. But as much as her soul and mind wanted that, her body wanted something else. The way he held the girl was the way her body wanted to be held. His huge palm was laid across her back. The hand position wasn’t too high to make it seem friendly, and at the same time, it wasn’t too low to make him seem creepy. It was just right. She knew because he used it on her the first night they met. “You could ogle him all day or you could just drink and have fun,” the familiar voice made her suddenly self-conscious. “Bran,” she said, acknowledging the tall, dark man standing in front of her. He grinned, and once again, she was reminded of how handsome he was. With skin ebony black and teeth as perfect as Christmas, Bran was the perfect lady magnet. Just like Him. “You’re comparing me to him again, aren’t you?” Bran said with a hint of irritation. “No,” she lied. Bran raised an eyebrow incredulously. Then he drew a barstool beneath him and sat. “So what’s the plan?” Bran said. “What plan?” she asked, feigning ignorance. “Don’t do that,” he said, c*****g his head. “Do what?” she asked innocently. “You know what,” he said. “You keep coming here every year, same time, same hour. And what do you do?—stare at that guy. That’s all you do, all night long.” “Wow,” she replied. “Stalker much?” He frowned. Then leaning back and folding his huge arms, he said, “You know that’s not it.” She sighed and took a sip of her Red Brue. “A lady has a right to move around as she likes,” she said as she dropped the glass. “Unless you have a problem with that, Bran darling. Maybe I’ll stop coming to your bar then.” Bran scoffed. “We both know you’re lying, Rianne ‘darling’. You’ll be back again. Then he pointed at Him and said, “For that guy. “Put your hand down!” she whispered sharply. “Why?” Bran said, his eyes glinting menacingly. “What’s he got on her, Arianne? What’s he got on her that makes her so hooked on him, huh?” “Bran, please,” she appealed to him, wrapping her hands around his pointing arm. “She’ll explain after you bring your arm down. Please.” Bran held her gaze for some seconds then gave in, dropping his arm and scooting his stool closer. “Talk,” he said. She swallowed, trying to think up a lie. “Um,” she started. “He’s her um…my friend’s ex.” There. That was a half-truthful way to put it. But Bran didn’t buy it. “Three seconds or my arm is going right up again,” he growled. The command pissed her off. ”Hey, why the hell does she have to explain anything to you?” she asked. “It’s my life. My business.” “I just care about you, Arianne,” he said. She rolled her eyes."This again,” she said. “I already told you, Bran. Or do I have to launch in another rejection message again.” Bran opened his mouth to speak, but a voice interrupted. “Is there a problem here?” Instantly she froze. Her blood stopped pumping. Her heart stopped beating. Every single chemical and physical action in her body came to a pause. And she hated herself for it. It had been six years, and He still had that effect on her. Bran looked up at the newcomer, and his expression darkened. “The hell’s this, huh?” said Bran, standing up to his full height. “Got a problem, man?” “I was actually about to ask you the same thing.” Oh, my gods. His deep voice still rumbled in her chest. She bit her lip, hoping the pain would unfreeze her. Bran’s voice started to rise. She’d known him for some time, and she'd come to know that was not a good sign. “You know what?” Bran said. “I’m actually glad you came. You and me gotta talk.” “I have nothing to say to you,” He replied. “Arianne, is this guy bothering you?” The question seemed to unloosen her nerves. And suddenly she could move. Shooting up from her seat, she grabbed the bottle of Red brew beside her and flung it at his head. As expected, he caught it. With a smug smile too. “I see you’re just as feisty as always,” he said, throwing the bottle aside. “Henry,” she spat. “Get out of my sight.” By now the whole club’s attention was on her table, but she didn’t care. “Aw, don’t be like that,” Henry said with that stupid smile she wanted to wipe off his face. “You heard her, Bro,” said Bran, stepping in between her and Henry. “Let me and you have a talk outside,” Bran added with a c***k of his neck. Bran usually towered over most men. She was pretty sure he actually had to go through life looking down on most people. But her Henry was…no, just Henry. Let her rephrase. Just Henry was just as big too. And the air he always carried seemed to add several more inches to him. “Who is this clown?’ Henry said. “He’s funny.” She could literally see the veins pop from Bran's neck, signifying several seconds to an explosion. She took that as a cue and she said, “Outside. Now.” Bran didn’t move. “Bran, come on,” she implored. Bran hissed and gave Henry a once-over before heeding her request. He brushed past her and headed for the door. Meanwhile, she lingered behind. Finally, she looked at him. He was right there, just a few meters away from her. The more she thought about the distance between them, the colder the metal hidden on her thigh felt. ‘Do it,’ the other her said in her head. ‘Do it now, Arianne.’ But she couldn’t move. It was like his eyes held her in place. Henry sniffed, his eyes glowing yellow. She cursed herself as she quipped, “Trying to get a whiff of my perfume?” Henry regarded her for a while before replying, “ What’s it called? Silver fragrance?” She cursed herself again. He’d smelt it. Suddenly he reached down. And before she could even react, his hand had slid through the slit in her dress and pulled out the hidden weapon. She jumped back. Then she realized it was stupid because her body reacted too late. “A silver stake?” Henry asked, twirling the weapon in his hand. “Really, Arianne?” She didn’t answer. Not like she could form words anyway. He continued with a smirk. “One would think you’d gotten creative after how long?—two, three years?” “It’s six, you bastard,” she replied, finally finding her voice. “Oh,” he said, genuinely surprised. “It’s been that long?” She wanted so much to grab that silver stake and stick it in his heart. ‘It’s now or never’ said the voice in her head. ‘Do it’. Her fists clenched and she willed herself to move. But she couldn’t. ‘Jesus, Arianne just move' she thought to herself. “You okay there, Ary?” said Henry, his brow furrowing. “You’re stuff as a tree” “Don’t you dare call me that” Arianne snapped. Well at least her mouth could move. Henry looked taken aback by the outburst and Arianne could only admit how much satisfaction that gave her. He opened his mouth to retort but was interupted when a black mass suddenly appeared in front of him. Refocusing her vision and stepping back, Arianne realized that it was actually a bouncer standing in front of Henry in the usual black uniform. She remembered his friends called him 'Biggie'. And he definitely lived up to the name. Biggie looked down on Henry and said, “You’re leaving”. Henry grinned sadistically. And once again Arianne had to will her hormones to rest. That grin used to, and apparently still, drive her crazy. “Funny,” Henry said. “I never said I was leaving”. Biggie placed a huge threatening hand on Henry’s shoulder and growled, “Boss said he don’t want you in this club anymore. So you gotta bounce Mister”. “Boss as in that guy that just ran away few minutes ago?” asked Henry tauntingly. “I didn’t run away”, came Bran’s voice behind me. Then towards me he said, “I thought you wanted to talk outside. Had me standing in the cold for ages before I realized I’d been sent off like a child during ‘mummy and daddy' talk”. Henry snorted. “You got that right at least”. Arienne hissed at him, “Shut it”. Henry raised his hands in mock surrender. Meanwhile Biggie’s grip tightened. Henry’s eyes flashed yellow and my heart skipped. She shook my head at him. Don’t hurt these innocent people. He seemed to understand the sign and relented, calling the Asian girl over. He made a point of wrapping an arm around her waist and with one last grin, waltzed past her. And it was as he passed that she realized. She’d missed another solstice. She’d missed another chance to kill him