Filed to story: The Alpha She Chose Instead (Serena & Ethan)
She snarls. Someone snaps, “No!” But in a moment, she’s gone, and in her place, a snow white she-wolf is looming over me.
She’s big. Three times my size, at least.
She doesn’t hesitate. She goes for my throat. Her fangs sink into my collarbone, a new, searing pain exploding through my already reeling brain, and I struggle, I fight like hell, but she’s so much stronger, and I’m a mess.
She rips a hunk of flesh from the bone, and I scream. She doesn’t let go, flinging me side to side, slamming me against the floor.
I snap my teeth, but my mouth closes on air. My claws glance off her thick coat and tough hide.
I’m losing blood, fading by the second. The stink of copper is everywhere. My pack is going to let me die. They’re going to watch me bleed out while they sop their dinner plates clean with bread I baked.
I’m cold. And tired. I let myself go lax. I can’t win, and there’s no sense in giving them a show.
“Enough,” Ethan roars.
Haisley tears her fangs out of my flesh and straddles my limp body, drooling on my side, the strings of her saliva pink with my blood.
“Shift,” he commands.
My bones instantly obey, cracking again, even the broken ones, snapping back into place. For a few seconds, the pain dims everything.
Am I going to pass out? Oh, please, let me just fade away. Too soon, my shifter healing kicks in, and I’m snatched back from darkness. I can’t escape.
I try to curl into a ball, but I can only raise a knee a few inches. I still have an unobstructed view of the dais, so I can watch, collapsed and naked on the floor, as Haisley accepts a T-shirt from her mother Cheryl, our alpha female.
Haisley smirks, licking blood from her lips. Her mother fusses over her while she glares at me, lip snarled.
I’m on the ground in a pool of blood. Scraps of my red-soaked shirt and pants litter the floor. I’m shaking hard, my teeth clattering. I struggle to sit, but I can’t get my muscles to contract. Nothing’s attached right, and I’m so weak. I huddle, my knees as close to my chest as I can raise them, trembling arms wound around my calves.
No one offers me a shirt. They’ve backed far away from me as if I’m contagious.
Moon mad.
I dare to peek up at Ethan. His angular face is stone, chin lifted slightly as he glares down his sharp nose.
Somehow, despite the stench of blood, I can still catch his scent-a mix of sweet, soothing things. Sugar cubes. Bubbling hot butterscotch. A drop of caramel on the tip of your tongue.
My wolf mewls for him.
Help.
His lip curls in disgust, but his eyes flicker blue to gold.
“Stand up,” he snarls.
I can’t. I don’t have the strength, and everyone will see everything.
“Stand up, or I’ll drag you up.”
My gaze careens around the great room. Males leer and smirk. Some of the females, too. The elders are tutting behind their hands, scandalized and disapproving. Old Noreen and my girls are crowded in the kitchen door, horror on their faces. They don’t dare come out.
No one is going to help me.
Ethan growls a warning. It’s a question. You dare defy me?
Summoning every scrap of energy I have left, I roll to my stomach and push up on my good knee. I can’t just stand; my bad leg won’t let me.
I stagger to my feet, exposing my butt, my belly, the wicked scars on my thighs and calves. The shame scalds as hot as fire.
There’s a lump lodged in my throat. I wish it would choke me out. I wish I would lose consciousness right now and wake up yesterday or tomorrow or in the middle of the ocean.
What did I do to deserve this?
I do what I’m supposed to do. I keep my head down, follow all of the stupid rules-mostly. I get my work done, and I don’t make trouble. How am I here? How is this happening?
Why did I do something so ever-loving stupid? There’s no planet or alternate reality where my runt of a wolf could beat Haisley Byrne’s she-beast.
I can’t live through this moment. The humiliation blisters every inch of my skin, but my heart keeps beating, and so I have to. Ghosts from the past pluck at the edges of my awareness. You’ve survived worse, they murmur. Just hold on.
“What the fuck?” Ethan finally bites out, his voice dripping scorn.
I open my mouth, but no words come out. My wolf wails, pacing her confines. Why isn’t he helping?
She doesn’t understand, so she cries, piteously, and Ethan’s face shifts from disdain to anger. I try to swallow the sound down, but it’s coming from my chest. I can’t even muffle it.
“Why attack Haisley?” he demands.
He knows why. Mates know each other instantly. Females go into their first heat, and it triggers some kind of magical chemical reaction. The male recognizes his fated mate, and then she recognizes him, and they fall in love and have young and live happily ever after. Or something like that.
Most of the mated females say they’re happy. They don’t smile much more than us lone females. You kind of have to take them at their word.
The point is-if I recognize Ethan as my mate, he recognizes me now, too. He gets why I attacked Haisley.
It was a dumb, dumb, stupid move, but wolves can’t tolerate their mates being scent-marked by rivals. It’s basic psychology. Biology. Whatever. Apparently, it’s hella stronger than the survival instinct.
My wolf still bristles at Haisley hovering nearby. If my wolf were stronger, she’d go for round two. Dumb, dumb, stupid wolf.
Ethan lets out a growl that makes the tables wobble on their wheels. He’s losing patience.
“Speak for yourself,” he says.
“You know why I did.” It’s almost a whisper.
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