Whisper of the Alpha

*Ada*

Darkness surrounded me.

My hand began subconsciously rubbing across my slightly raised belly.

My eyes blinked, yet it didn’t change anything. They were black when they were open, and black when they were shut.

The door to the room was thrown open with a large bang.

Heels clicked across the hard floor. Sharp nails suddenly dug into my chin.

The perfectly manicured claws started to constrict and my breathing became strained as they clutched the soft skin of my neck. I began to struggle.

A laugh from the woman who was finally happy to see a reaction from me. Happy to see me suffering.

I saw the flash of silver.

The blade was pointed at my abdomen. My body didn't feel like my own, it was heavy.

The darkness morphed and changed.

Flames burst to life in front of my eyes.

I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

There was no way out.

In the distance, through the flames, I could make out a tall, strong man standing somber.

My mate.

The man remained still and silent and the world continued to burn. All the while, indifferent. His silence boomed.

The woman continued ："Your mate is going to get married to me today," her soft voice sounded too loud in my ears. "Don't you think you should attend?"

Her words angered me and I found myself pushing against her harder, struggling to get her fingers off of my neck. My eyes focused on her finally as I gripped her wrist and tried to pull while kicking out with my feet.

My movements froze as I saw the flash of silver.

"I wanted to invite you, but he found it troublesome and asked me to deal with you…and your child."

The blade was pointed at my abdomen, and I knew I should cry out, should struggle, but I couldn't. My body didn't feel like my own, it was heavy.

Then shadows danced around as more and more people swarmed the room.

The darkness morphed and changed and suddenly I found myself standing against a pillar in the center of a circle of people, my arms bound tightly behind me.

Flames burst to life in front of my eyes and I realized what was happening as the bundle of wood at my feet caught the flames easily.

No—-!

I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

Adrenaline, panic and desperation coursed through me. There was no way out.

I gasped in the air as if I really had been burning, trying to calm down my beating heart. I touched my own belly, nice and flat as it should be. No baby.

The darkness and the torture had seemed so real. And that woman and that man…My mate…standing there and watching me burn. Even the glow of the flames seemed to linger in my vision…

I jerked upright as I realized that the glow around me was no longer part of the nightmare.

My cottage was on fire.

A low, dominant growl that I would recognize anywhere sounded from outside my room. It was my father, and his message was clear: the rogues were attacking.

I didn't even think. Years of dealing with rogues had prepared me to act on instinct.

Lucky for me, the fire hadn't spread to the door side at all, so I easily escaped my house without even a burnt hair. Unlucky for me, as soon as I left the sanctuary of my home I was ambushed.

Something rammed into me hard from the side, knocking me to the ground. My breath came in gasps and I wondered if I had broken a rib. Stupid weak body.

As I turned to face my rogue attacker I gripped the knife I always kept strapped to my leg. You didn't live in a werewolf pack without your wolf and not have some form of protection.

The giant rogue stood before me, lit by lights and shadows as the flames continued to grow on the cottage behind me. He growled, with a satanic menace that threatened to stop my heart.

I tried to ignore the fear that threatened to consume me as it always did in battle.

Where was my father? Maybe I could signal him…

The rogue took another step forward, and I tensed. My eyes locked onto his and I stopped breathing completely. His eyes seemed to burn hotter than the fire at my back. As if in confirmation, I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my spine.

Suddenly he collapsed. I jumped back at the motion, at first mistaking it for a strike, but then I saw him lying on the ground.

I jumped at the opportunity of his incapacitation, knowing I wouldn't get another chance even half as good. The blade pulled cleanly from its sheath as I darted forward to finish him before he could finish me.

Another thing I had learned by being a wolfless girl.

As I drew nearer though I found myself coming to a stop once more. From up close I could see something on him, some sort of tattoo. My eyes kept a close watch of his body, looking for any sign that he was faking his collapse. I moved slowly closer, unsure of what I was seeing on him and wanting to take a better look.

It was a tattoo. In fact, clear as day was the tattoo of the Grandmoon pack, a tattoo that only members were allowed to bear. This was no rogue.

My eyes shot around, trying to interpret what was going on around the camp. Shapes moved and ran, disappearing and reappearing as chaos continued.