Rejected By An Alpha, Adored By A Lycan

Alpha Kael's POV 

Alec gives her an inquisitive stare. She is opening herself to us and there is also an emergency with the pack. Alec slowly drifts back to my mind giving me back control.

She nods approvingly and I dash towards the door, twisting the doorknob open. I race down the hallway, shouting orders to my warriors to make sure women who aren't warriors and children are hidden well. 

Wait, I need to warn her not to leave the pack house for any reason.

I turn around, and return to our room, "Babe," She lifts her head, a curious gaze on her face. 

"Please, don't leave the pack house for anything, in fact don't leave my room at all."

I mindlink Martha to rush down here and stay with my Kitten, and also bring a guard along to protect them both in case there has been an infiltration.

Martha pushes the door open, I give her a nod and speed past her out of the door. Partially shifted, I let Alec have control of certain parts of my consciousness. Perks of being a Lycan, I still had reign over my consciousness. 

My warriors wait for me and follow me closely behind in a trained and orderly file. We are the most powerful pack for a reason, forming a wide V shape. An eerie feeling creeps into my mind like something bad is going to happen. I'm certain Martha sealed them in my room but I can't seem to shake off the feeling.

My head warrior, Gad, fills me in on what happened earlier. "Alpha, a group of eight rogues, carried out a surprise attack on the Eastern border patrol. They were overpowered but the last one left alive for questioning insisted on asking a message to you."

"Any casualties?" I ask, pride bubbling in my chest, at their defeat. Those rogues never give up, no matter how many times we win.

"Nothing serious, Alpha. Wade got bitten but he's been taken to the infirmary. It's a minor injury." 

"Well, you seem to have trained them all very well, I'm impressed." I say out of character.

Gad's eyes met mine and widened in shock then stammered out "Th.....thank you, Alpha."

Aria's presence has done something to me. My harsh and abusive childhood made me cold and unyielding until she came along.

A pungent stench fills my nostrils as I race into the trees heading towards the Eastern borders, where the issue stemmed from. We reach the borders in minutes, since we wolves can cover miles in minutes. 

I shift back to my human form, and collect a pair of pants given to me by a warrior. Several bodies littered the grassy ground and two men and a young lady stood over a bloody man. 

His eyes were blood shot and unfocused, the pungent stench from earlier is worse now showing their feral state.

"Alpha," the border patrol greeted me in unison, bowing their heads with respect. 

I give them a firm nod. Then I address the bloody rogue, "You said you have a message for me?"

"'Ahhhh Alpha Kael, I'm privileged to be in your presence," the bloodied rogue exclaims with a mocking bow.

"To what do I owe this cowardly attack?"

"Well, my Alpha has a message for you, he says that he that has great treasure should try by all means to keep it safe." He gives me a wry smile.

"Speak plainly rogue," I say, infuriated by his cryptic words. 

"Keep your darling Luna safe, because my Alpha is coming to collect." His voice resounds in the open forest.

A guttural growl escapes my lips, how dare he threaten my mate. Alec pushes forward in my mind and I let him, partially shifting. 

I draw my claws across his face slowly tearing into it. His screams are like songs to my ears. Alec growls in anger and says, "I'll give you a taste of why I'm feared across the packs in Crescent Moon, since you have the audacity to threaten my mate."

I pull him by his neck from the ground and rip his head off clean with my teeth. I raise my head and release a loud howl. Most members of my pack fall to their knees at the powerful aura I was emitting.

I catch a whiff of a strange scent immediately noting that we are under attack.

"Protect the borders, don't let anything or anyone pass the borders." I bark orders to my warriors through the mindlink. I am able to speak with particular persons at the same time through the mindlink if I please.

"For Cantara,"  I shout out. 

"For Cantara," they chorus.

I can see figures rush in our direction from outside the pack lands. As they approach us a horrible stench fills our nostrils. 

"It can be a trap, let them approach us," I caution. "I sense eighty heartbeats, we can take them out, let the remaining warriors stay at their stations."

"Archers, ready," Gad orders. Unknown to most, Omegas within my pack that do not have a wolf are trained in Archery, swords and other weapons. I do not believe that any one is weak even when they don't have a wolf.

The Archers are hidden within the trees and have mastered the art of hiding their scent. They are an elite team, very few people know of their existence. 

The rogues are finally close enough, "Fire, now," Gad shouts into the mindlink. A rain of silver arrows laced with a good amount of Wolf's bane pours out at the unsuspecting assailants. More than half of them drop convulsing on the ground, the rest show confusion and seem to want to retreat.

"Attack, now," I order authoritatively through the mindlink. We go after them, with me taking the lead, followed by high ranking wolves. I had left Aldin on pack grounds in case of emergencies. 

I tear into a sandy brown wolf in front of me, ripping his neck out in seconds. I then turn and fling off a large grey wolf, going for the neck of a young warrior, who had blood gushing out from a large slash on his leg.

The young warrior gives me a grateful stare and I utter, "Go on high ground, you're too wounded to keep up with the fight." He nods in appreciation and limps away. My eyes follow him to ensure his safety. 

A loud snarl makes me tear my gaze from him. An enormous brown wolf with white stripes has its eyes on me, giving me a silent challenge. I sense nine other wolves discreetly covering him.

I return his predatory gaze with a menacing growl and speed at him. I dash towards him in the twinkle of an eye, funny how he thinks he can challenge me and live. I rip his heart out before he can flinch.

I move swiftly and almost unseen, ripping through the remnants of the wolves left. After my last kill, I let out a loud howl of victory. Countless howls can be heard across the entire pack. 

"Good job, guys." I say rie seeing through each word.

"Kael, Kael someone is here I can sense it," my mate whispers through the mindlink.

I take a turn speeding, towards the pack house where I had left her. My warriors sensing my distress follow not far behind.

"Aldin check on your Luna and Martha," I say with worry to Aldin through the mindlink.

"She's not here, Alpha," he replies in seconds. "It seems they got out the window, the guard you left is still at the door."

"Where the hell are you, mate," I ask her through the mindlink.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was a trap, I heard a scream for help and I convinced Martha to come along." She replies timidly, guilt evident in her tone.

"Where are you now?"

"We headed west to an abandoned cabin, but when we noticed it being a trap, we hid by a tree close to the waterfall," She says.

"Hold on, Kitten, stay close to Martha. She is a seasoned warrior and will take good care of you." I say consoling her.

"We are outnumbered, three to two and the worst thing is I'm no warrior. Please hurry, Kael."

"I'm almost there, my love." The thing is I have a very vast land mass. Now they are in the west and I'm coming from the Eastern border. 

"Noel," I called out through the mindlink of the head of the West border patrol. He doesn't reply. "Carter," I called out again to his second still no reply.

"Something is definitely wrong," I tell Gad. "Go check out those patrolling the west," I finished.

A loud scream sounding like that of my mate pulls me from this and I speed up, if that even possible towards the sound. 

I reached the scene way before anyone else could. First, I see three mangled, lifeless bodies by the waterfall. Then, there was my mate crouched over crying over an almost lifeless Martha with blood gushing out her throat.