The Alphas Little Warrior

- The Attack

Remington

Surprising Rochelle and making sure the entire world knows my intentions towards her were my only thoughts. The closing of a door had me turn and there was my Rochelle, her natural beauty stole my breath away and my mind went blank. The scene that unfolded next as Monica launched herself at me and I helplessly watched Rochelle walking away had me livid.

My jaw clenched as Monica peeled herself off me and grabbed the flowers, sniffing them. “There beautiful, Remington, thank you.”

I tried to move away from her, but she hooked her arm around mine, “walk me to my next class,” she leaned into my ear, “I’m still a bit shaken from last night,” she whispered.

My eyes locked with Linda’s, and she snorted turning her nose in the air and spun on her heels, walking in the same direction that Rochelle had gone. I spoke through gritted teeth, “fine.”

Monica’s eyes twinkled up at me, “you’ll give me a ride home to won’t you,” she whispered, “I don’t want to walk through the forest alone,” she pouted.

My brows furrowed, “sure.”

She sniffed the flowers, “Thanks, you’re my sweetheart,” and walked into her last class.

I leaned against the wall pulling out my phone and sent a text to Jake, “find Rochelle, make sure she’s coming to my party.” I walked off to my next class.

Sitting in history, staring out the window into the forest my mind wanders to last night. I know she’s angry and only the goddess knows how long she waited for me at that dock. My plans to meet her had gone horribly wrong. As I walked through the forest last night I heard a female scream. I couldn’t ignore it, so I dropped the flowers and invitation and ran towards the destressed female. I had no idea it would take me 3 hours to calm Monica down. How she ended up in such a precarious position was beyond me, but here she was with torn clothing, screaming that she had been attacked by two males. I couldn’t leave her, she was crying, trembling with fear as I held her in my arms to soothe her before having to carry her home.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I looked at Jakes response, “Roe is upset and not coming to your party.” My wolf, Xander, pushed forward, a growl tore from my throat as I stood quickly, the chair flew behind me crashing into the wall and I stormed out of the classroom.

Entering the packhouse with only one intention, I needed this to stop, yes, I heard the rumors, but I didn’t think Rochelle would take them seriously, my mistake. My mother’s voice called out, “you’re home early, did something happen at school?”

I stopped my steps and closed my eyes, trying to reign in my wolfs fury, my hands were flexing at my side, as my mother approached. Her hand gently patted my upper arm, “Remington, son, what’s got you so upset, tell me.”

My eyes snapped open to see my mother’s eyes full of concern. My lips formed a tight line, “I’m fine, just need to speak with dad.”

Her eyes twinkled just at his name and there it was, her love for him, shining like the brightest star in the heavens, “of course.” She hooked her arm with mine, “come, I’d love to see him too.”

“Has it been an hour already,” I chuckled. Watching my parents all my life as they swoon over one another has shown me what having your fated mate is like.

She knocked on the door and he called out immediately, “Enter, my love.”

We entered his office, my father, Alpha Maxwell, smiles as his gaze falls upon her, “My Luna,” he pushes himself out of his seat to greet her with a kiss on the forehead. He turns to me, “son?”

My mother turns to leave, “he’s upset and needs to speak with his father, not the Alpha,” she winks and closes the door with a soft click.

He motions me to the seat across from his as he sits back down behind his desk, “what’s wrong?”

My hand runs down my face, “females.”

His boisterous laughter fills the office, “sorry, but you’ve just gotten your wolf, and you have female problems already, really?”

Holding up my hand, “Monica, she’s out of control, dad.”

He nods, “Monica is a pretty girl, smart, charming and of Beta blood, she is worthy of you son, so what seems to be the issue.”

“She’s not my mate, dad and that is the only one I want, not Monica, so can you talk to Beta Kirt, tell him to reign in his daughter and for her to leave me alone.”

He shook his head, “sure, but what if she is or you never find your fated mate, what if Monica is the only suitable choice, then you’ve removed it from the table.”

“Yes, I want her removed from the table, trust me I know what I’m doing,” I nodded at him as I stood heading over to the pile of documents that he leaves for me.

An hour later he stood with urgency, “rogue attack at the east border, we need to get there.”

We ran out of the packhouse shifting as we leapt from the stairs and headed into the forest. My heart was thundering in my chest as Xander snarled, “yes, release for that twit girl that dared to throw herself at us.” I would have chuckled at his description of Monica, but my focus was on the rogues.

As we approached the scene Xander dug into the earth with his paws launching us forward, jaws open and striking one of the rogues in the hind quarter, pulling him off one of our own warriors. Xander’s head snapped to the side flinging the wolf off, but I wasn’t expecting who it was under him. My heart clenched in my chest as I stared at the gapping wound in the man’s throat. Xander spun and pounced on the rogue, tearing him apart, limb by limb. Xander attacked the next rogue, gutting it with his front paws as it leapt in the air. The wolf landed with a hard thud to the ground and Xander ripped him to shreds. My wolf was in a frenzy as he spun looking for his next kill, and I knew why, the warrior was dead, and we knew Rochelle had felt it.

My father’s voice entered my head, “that’s enough, son there gone.”

Xander snarled as he walked over to the dead warrior, sitting on his haunches he howled in pain. My father knelt at the warrior’s side, his head down and his hand on his chest, “you served us well, John, may the goddess receive you and hold you close to her”