The Female Alpha SAMPLE

The Female Alpha 11- Chase

Rhys's P.O.V

"That went well," Zyane sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Yes it did," I agreed, amused.

But that amusement was soon wiped off my face as soon as I looked back at the spot Mikalya had occupied not long ago. "Holy Shit!"

In her place hung a punching block made of metal alloy, but the only difference was that the long solid block in the shape of a cylinder was now crushed beyond recognition and there were slight red stains on them indicating that she had done it by bare hands.

"Maybe you have actually found your match, Rhys!" Zyane slapped my back before whistling at the deformed block and going back the way he came. But even though he didn't admit it out loud, I knew he was thinking that Mikalya was far more than just my match.

I circled around the deformed block a few times, assessing the damage. Okay, so maybe I was guilty of admiring it as well. I sure had one hell of a mate.

Mate.

Such a strange word, I thought to myself. In the past I'd often thought what my mate would be like. Will she be shy or bold or outgoing or introverted, or maybe the creative kind or someone who likes to nurture others? In my teens, the idea of a woman cooking meals for me and looking after my cubs had sounded heavenly, that's how my father had described my mom and I hadn't thought anyone could be better than that. Then I'd become Alpha and I had wanted nothing more than to find a mate who knew how to manage my pack in my absence, how to bind everyone together. But out of all my fantasies, I have a warrior as my mate. I know I told her that I'll be looking if the pack was innocent, but actually I wanted more time to know about her. I have to find out more about her, it's the strongest urge I've ever had.

I already know that she killed those spies to protect the pack. Even the thought of those measly little bitches laying eyes on my mate was enough to make my blood boil. Aiden and Devon shall never know of her or her pack, God forbid if they even get close to her as long as I'm alive. But most of all, I need to take advantage of the time I have here to convince her that she belongs by my side, as my Luna.

My stomach rumbled loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Time to find the kitchen," I murmured to myself as I stalked out of the training room.

I roamed around endlessly down a few corridors and hallways, trying to find the kitchen, but all I came across were several locked doors and living quarters and more locked doors. Finally, I huffed in defeat at having found another similar hallway and no sigh of the kitchen. So I took another sniff of the air.

But this time, instead of smelling more wolves, the most wonderful aroma of roasted stake with rosemary and spices hit my nose. It was faint but it was an improvement from the smell of sweaty wolves at every nook and corner of the hallways.

I took in huge gulps of air into my lungs, trying to get as much smell as I could while my stomach kept on rumbling. God, how many days has it been since I last ate? Did they give me any food while I was passed out?

Soon enough, I was rounding a corner, where the smell was at its strongest and I entered a huge hardwood kitchen.

I stood there and watched as about twelve wolves ran around the kitchen, doing God knows what, but it sure as hell smelled delicious. Amongst the twelve people, about seven were men...err...boys; they looked to be in their late teens to early twenties. And in the center of all the commotion was an elderly woman, who looked to be in her early 60's with dark brown hair and silver threads in them and lovely grey eyes. She was a bit plum but had an aura of authority to her. In reality, she had to be at least five hundred years old.