A breeder for the Rogue Alpha

Horres

I stood in my study, waiting impatiently for the team to arrive. My second beta scrambled to sort out the messages delivered by the messenger ravens, but he still didn't find what we wanted.

Our major concern was the whereabouts of our delegation.

I kept this meeting between the two of us because I received a distress call that rogues had ambushed the delegation sent to the Moon Howler Pack. 

How could rogues roam so freely within their pack's borders like that? The Alpha wanted to take me for a fool, huh? I bet he got impatient playing in the shadows. 

This should have been a simple gathering of Alphas, as ordered by the Alpha King. I never showed my face at such meetings because I was always sick at the scheduled times. I never gave a fuck about whether they believe my excuses or not, but my first beta always attended on my behalf. 

I ordered my men to return, but they still haven't sent any response. I was particularly restless because it was an open secret that I was sworn enemies with the Moon Howler Pack. I wouldn't have sent a delegation there if I could openly defy the Alpha king.

"Alpha, a raven just came in." The head guard rushed into the study with a folded sheet of paper in his hand. My blood boiled at the mere sight of it. That old fart sent a message instead of my people responding to me. 

Was he keeping them hostage or what?

[Bam!] 

I bumped my fist on the table, not bothering about the scattered items or the trembling guard. 

My beta looked toward me, a thousand questions on his mind, yet he wouldn't dare to ask. 

Just like he came, the guard retreated as quickly. 

"That old fart wants to send a tribute to atone for the warriors we lost in his borders. He thinks one person from the Moon Howler Pack is worth more than the eight warriors he murdered in his land? If he wants war, he will get just that!"

I was ready to eradicate the Moon Howler Pack for good. Their existence had been an eyesore for the longest time. Now, I would take them all out in one fell swoop, and there wouldn't be anyone to stand in my way..

"Alpha, please reconsider. This is clearly a trap, my lord. Don't play right into his hands. P... Please..." My second beta made sense, but that wasn't what I wanted. I lost my men, and all I was to get were a few gifts and... a damn daughter of the devil.

"My lord, if this was plotted between Alpha Holmes and the Alpha king, then there should be more at play than they're letting on." I couldn't believe my ears. He fought side by side with me in the Great War and never seemed like a coward. What could be the problem now?

"Oxley, are you scared to fight?" I couldn't think of any other reason. I was prepared to pay back the Moon Howler Pack for decades. "Why the heck would I need to care about the Alpha king now of all times?" 

"My lord, the message states that Holmes wishes to offer his favorite daughter. She has the alpha's blood running through her veins. A princess at that. Why not allow her to be the temporary entertainment you need?" 

Hmmph! Interesting!