The Alpha

Chapter 5: 4- New

The supernatural werewolf world has a specific way of ruling. A king that had power over the entire

nation. Then 7 alphas were under him, one for each region in which the American nation was split: The

Pacific, Midwest, Northeast, Southeast, Southwest, the Rocky Mountains, and the Noncontiguous.

Then alphas under them that ruled over their single state. And finally, under those alphas you had

about five to ten packs in each state; each state varied.

A king, regional alphas, Statal alphas, and territorial alphas.

They say the regional alphas were all deadly in their own way of sin. And the King...

Alpha Derek of the Midwestern region. Specifically the Night Stone pack.

They say he is one of the toughest alphas. He once killed his own Beta. In front of everyone. He

knocked out his Gamma during it.

He rules with an iron fist. He keeps the packs he runs in check, no one crosses him; they wouldn’t

bother to think of it.

He hated his father so much- he ripped him apart.

Death did not bother this man. He wasn’t capable of feelings. It didn’t come as a shock.

With no family, he became stony. And no one could alter him.

No one.

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Fear was out of the question. What are you supposed to feel? Freaking joy? No. Terror was

overwhelming my body.

I was left alone in the room with my emotions. Sweat started to dot my forehead and I felt my head start

to throb. My chest felt heavy. My throat was scratchy and I felt the urge to cough to relieve myself. I

coughed but I ended up wheezing. The familiar feeling of my air constricting came back and tears

covered my vision like rain on a car.

The door opened. In came the doctor, her eyes grew and started shouting things that I couldn’t hear.

My air hole was getting smaller and smaller- less air coming in. She rushed over to me and was

messing with something in her hands and speaking but to me- nothing was audible except for the

obnoxious beeping of the machine.

I was only focused on getting oxygen into my lungs, and I was failing. She shoved something in my

mouth and pressed on top of the object. My lungs were awarded oxygen and I gasped.

I felt relieved as I could breathe again and the storm in my head started to calm. I was sniffling and

brought my shaking hands up to wipe my eyes.

“Ms.Taylor, are you okay?” She asked as she rubbed my back. I meekly nodded. “Okay, It’s alright,

now, you might have either had a panic attack or an asthma attack- very similar” she gave me a blue

plastic holder with a bottle in it that fit in my hand, “this is your inhaler…”

She started to explain how and when to use it, and told me what these asthma and panic attacks are

and concluded that I most likely had asthma, but could be both. “alright, I’ll let you get some rest if you

need anything, buzz.” She got up quietly and left the room and I weakly slid back and shut my burning

eyes.

A few days have passed of me in the hospital, and Doctor Reseda finally cleared me to be released. I

spent the majority of my time sleeping due to the pills I am on, and they’ve always been accompanied

by nightmares of Alpha Chris. That wasn’t new, I’ve had them since the first day he laid eyes on me.

However, those dark blue eyes were stuck in my head. I don’t know why and it’s been bugging me.

Doctor Reseda walked in with her smile on her face, “Good morning Ms.Taylor, we’ve cleared you, as

you know, and you’ll be leaving with our Beta, as instructed by the Alpha!”

She gave me a fresh pair of clothes that consisted of a grey long sleeve t-shirt that enveloped my scar

covered wrists, some grey sweatpants that hung loosely on my scrawny hips, white socks, and some

gray canvas shoes.

...Nicest things I’ve ever had...

It took some time but next thing, I’m walking with the Beta to where I’ll be staying. I felt extremely

uncomfortable with a random male, walking with me in unfamiliar places.

...Violet, this is your first time outside in years...

The thought made a sad frown form on my face.

It was an uneasy walk, but then again practically everything in my pitiful life is uneasy. Although the sun

was out, the air was cold, to try and make myself the slightest bit warmer I put my hands together. It’s

spring, right? Early I believe because it was about two weeks ago Alpha Chris told me to change the

clocks ahead an hour.

I looked up at the Beta. He was tall, had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, and some stubble along his

jaw. He was tanner than me, he had spent some time in the sun. Dressed in a dark brown t-shirt that

hugged his defined body and dark jeans paired off with dark brown combat boots that were tucked

under his pants.

I was having trouble keeping up with his pace, I never was a fast one, and that was not beneficial for

me. The Beta would notice, huff, stop, then walk again. It was a repetitive theme because, as said, I’m

slow.

After a while, we got to a place. It was big. Huge. A house. At least two stories, standing tall and wide,

stone packed the outside walls. The door was displayed in the middle of two off-white pillars.

The house was a little ways from the main area of the pack. Tall trees towered a couple of yards from

the towering house. He walked up the three stairs to the door and I staggered behind. He rang the

doorbell and as we waited I caught my breath.

'It wasn’t even that far of a walk.'

'You’re so weak.'

...Stop...

'Can’t ever do anything, it’s fucking walking!'

'So worthless-'

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of a throat clearing. I did a glance up to see the beta impatiently

waiting inside with a slightly annoyed look on his face. Instantly, I felt guilty and refrained from flinching.

I got my skinny butt into the house to not make him anymore annoyed because who knows what this

guy will do if he gets too annoyed with me…

Once I was in I took a quick look around and was astonished at the house. If I thought the outside was

huge, the inside was vast. The house has dark wooden floors, walls with dark brown paint and a light

tan trim that were complemented by the tan furniture. The simple scenery made me think of the white

sofa stained with my blood, sweat, and tears Alpha Chris had in his basement- my “medium

punishment” spot.

I shivered at the thought.

I followed behind the beta through the living room and to the left which led us to stairs. He started to go

up and I quietly followed. He took some turns and stopped when he came to a door.

“This will be your room, I’ll send up dinner, the Alpha will see you tomorrow, I will pick you up promptly

at 10 o’clock to take you there.” He seemed to have little emotion in his voice.

'Or maybe because no one likes you.'

I meekly nodded looking at my hands. He opened the door and then spoke again.

“There is a pair of clothes for tomorrow and some toiletries. We’ll have some things dropped off

tomorrow.” He used that same voice. And with that, he turned and started to walk away. I walked into

the room, closing the door and then turning around; if I thought the house was grand- look at the room!

The floor was covered in a light brown carpet, almost like a dark beige. My room in Alpha Chris’s pack

didn’t have carpet. The room itself was 5 times the size of my room in Alpha Chris’s pack, no double

that, ten times.

The walls almost matched the carpet- just a few shades darker. It has a bed in the center against the

wall to the left of the door covered in grey sheets and a window on the wall. Across the bed were two

doors. Walking to them I realize one is a regular closet with a dresser on the side, outside the door. The

other door leads to a bathroom.

...The nicest room I’ve ever stayed in...

'Because trash like you don’t deserve things like this.'

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'It’s the truth- there’s a reason you never had nice things.'

I squeeze my eyes shut at the voices, they’re always there. It-

A knock sounded at the door, I flinched at the sound and expected the knocker to barge in- it’s what I'm

used to, except no one knocks, they just come in. The rapping sounded again and cautiously I went to

the door and opened it. Standing there was the Beta.

“Time for dinner.” He spoke, “let’s go, follow,” He demanded.

...I thought he said he was gonna drop it off…

I silently followed behind him as he walked through the halls, down the stairs, and to a dining room. He

motioned for me to sit where food was set out. I obeyed his motion and sat down. He sat down at the

rectangular table across from me with his own plate.

...I haven’t had a meal in three days…

'And you shouldn’t eat, Alpha Chris only likes skinny girls.'

...It’s been three days…

'Shut up, he wouldn’t allow you to eat knowing you left him. This is your punishment.'

...Three days…

'You don’t de-'

“Eat,” The Beta instructed me. He started eating himself. I peered down at the meal. It was pasta with a

side of green beans and cubed potatoes. I never had a big appetite after the diet I’ve been through for

the past 10 years and I knew there was no way I could finish all this.

I had a few bites of it all- it tasted amazing but soon enough I found myself full. When you looked at the

plate it looks like I barely touched it- but I was full.

“You’re done?” The beta asked. He seemed a little shocked, I nodded to his question feeling inferior,

nothing new. “But you barely ate…” I snuck up a look as he seemed to be connecting the dots in his

head. He shook his head and went back to eating.

When he was done he took me back upstairs and dropped me off at the room and reminded me at 10

tomorrow he would get me.

I brushed my teeth and decided it was time to get some sleep. I looked at the bed and slowly climbed

in. It was so soft- I wasn’t used to it at all. Yet, despite how soft, I couldn’t sleep. I got up out of the bed

and took a pillow and the thinnest blanket and laid on the floor. I closed my eyes and awaited my

nightmare-filled sleep.