The Female Alpha You Can't Tame

Chapter 151: Chapter 151 Reclaim the throne

It is a game for catch for them both, eyes prying looking for visible weakness to take advantage of. Claws scrape the open underbelly of the warrior with a surprising swiftness drawing blood Deimos extracts it only to plunge it deeply once more, the male howls with misery falling to the grass floor for his underbelly is cut open the insides in sight.

Whilst the warrior struggles to get back on his paws, my king shows him his path to the moon. Canines sink into the male’s carpus crushing the bone leaving him immobile. But I see the peace in the male’s eyes for now he knows his fight is finally over. Now he can rest, for he has fought according to the wishes of the pack. An honourable death.

The male looks up at Deimos and with a low whimper offers his neck to him a sign of submission. A roaring thunderous howl of victory booms through Deimos’s chest as teeth wreck the tender flesh of the warrior’s neck a second kill for the Alpha.

Barbaric and monstrous is what Deimos did with the rest of the warriors who stood in line. It was a cold-blooded fight for survival but his wolf was bloodthirsty and beastly in his ways as he tore apart the wolves one by one. With the slow death of the warriors, the determination held in the eyes of the elders started to fade replaced with trepidation. They had underestimated him, of his power. They would pay if they continued with their antics, this understanding to them came forth into light.

Deimos pulls apart the head from the body of the last wolf he sent to the moon grabbing it by the fur he tugs on it as the torn head slides upon the ground behind him. He pulls it until he is near the elders.

Meeting each one of their eyes lips curled back canines itching to kill further with sonorous growls rumbling surging from his chest he drops it at their feet. The elders take a step back eyes widening to his action. His throne is reclaimed. It is his.

Confusion piles in within wolves, many thinking wondering if they should come to our side. Perhaps the pack shall be one again with time not voluntarily but from angst and respect of their Alpha.

His steps are heavy and prideful as he paces in circles in the middle around the corpses. He is waiting. Waiting for the next wolf who wishes to fight to him. But no male comes forward they have seen his war, his fight. They all know it now, he has instilled it within their minds. If one wishes to take his title they shall be sent to the moon.

He sits on his hind legs sweeping his eyes through the crowd, silence consumes us as we watch him. No one daring to even make a single sound, pups are taken to the back of the crowd as to not cause a disturbance. It is done.

The wolves bow deeply to him many kneeling their heads placed upon the grass floor. The elders watch on as the pack makes a path for him to have his walk of victory. My eyes burn through the elders, I sneer at them a flash of fang shown to strike them from my side. They kneel.

The king walks through the path looking from side to side paws heavy as they pound the ground, his pheromones saturate the air we breathe and his pack tremble and whine to his unleashed power. He shows them his authority, his place that is at the top of the hierarchy.

He strides forward as a true warrior, he has fought well and now he shall rest. The pack begins to rise after his disappearance chattering among themselves, news of this shall spread across every pack out there. How the Alpha of Alphas was challenged for his rightful place and how he reclaimed it.

As I turn around I see the elders retreating, their fight dying. They are powerless against him, he has shown them this.

"I believe this shall be a turning point for the pack." I whisper to myself glaring at their backs. Shameless. All bark and no bite, sending their wolves against the Alpha all because they believe filthy ways is what the moon wishes.

Whilst the pack scurries away, my eyes land on that female. She stands still among the moving crowd. The one who looks like the female of sin. She watches me as I watch her. I wonder how I look in her eyes? A weak wolf or a strong wolf?

She is a peculiar female I noticed this, the way she never spoke or interacted much. The way she kept to herself reading books. She reminded me of a wolf. She reminded me of myself. And this scared me. Despite the male attention, she received that made females envy she never paid heed to it ignoring them until they got tired and went away. She preferred to be alone, unlike other females.

Her eyes linger on my flesh never taking it away from me. What is it with this female? Why do her eyes always lay upon me? Why does she seek me even amid a crisis? What does she want from me? These questions pool in my mind as she visibly gulps, the entirety of my attention that is directed at her makes her nervous. She did not expect it.

Wishing to stop running merely of her resemblance to whom destroyed my bond I stride towards her with confidence that uplifts me. Her doe eyes widen as soon as she notices this. She takes a shaky stumbled step backwards as I tilt my head to her movements. She reminds me of a lamb before the slaughter.

As I stand in front of her she fidgets around thinking what to do but comes to her senses as she quickly bows in respect. "L-Luna." She greets with a stutter.