HEAT

Chapter 2: Midas

The night hides us from our newfound enemy that has denied any help from outsiders. It was only just a matter of time before another alpha tried to fight him for his pack and land.

Now, it is me who he has to deal with.

I pick this night for I knew they would be too lax to fight us in time to rebel. They believe they are safe with this male who only uses the goods and skills of his people for his own selfish reasons. His mate is no better, she abuses the pack to benefit her selfish and lavish lifestyle.

Tonight, it ends.

"Alpha, it is time." My beta says as he watches with the same intent just as I and the rest of my warriors have. We watch the festivities come to an end as everyone begins to expire to their rooms.

Yet my focus seems to be at a loss from me.

My lycan won't relax no matter what I say. It is as if he is under some spell and I can't shake this feeling that something else is supposed to happen besides our surprise attack. I raise my arm in the air for the rest of the warriors to see. They wait for my signal before they can lunge for the attack.

When I see the alpha walk the last elderly couple to their homes and he's alone then that's when I close my fist. The wolves move against the wind as they begin their onslaught of incoming attacks. Throats have been spilled, blood stains the snows that are littered with more dead bodies than alive.

The sound of war waves over the small pack that will soon be gone forever. I've warned this Alpha to reconsider my proposition, yet he chooses to stay in the confines of his small land in his home than to accept help from a hand that has extended enough for him.

Pitiful.

As my men begin to pillage the village.

I search for the Alpha to fight him.

To claim half of what little survivors I'll allow living. My men who have no mate will take any woman of their choosing, mated or not, not all of the pups will survive if my men choose to kill them. Males of our kind kill off pups for they are not our blood or they will stain our legacy.

However, what hits me like a sucker punch is worse than any other full male could ever throw. There is the scent of a female that my wolf has awaited long before I even knew. She stands there, with hair soft and white as the winter snow.

She looks as if the heavens have sent me an angel to claim as my prize with blood stains that mar her beauty. My Lycan growls lowly with a blinding anger to kill whomever harmed our mate.

Still, she looks everywhere around her.

Worried.

Afraid.

Uncertain.

A woman clutches onto her arm, wailing in pain with tears that fall from her eyes. A belly moving, a pup ready to be birthed in the snow around the chaos that my men and I have created. She doesn't hesitate, she moves to help. She yells at another woman who stands with them, a Luna of power yet she does not help a pack mate in distress.

Disgraceful.

The little wolf then commands her Luna to move her ass to be useful. Just like that, their Luna moves away. A woman of omega status who can hold her own against a higher ranking, that is rather unusual and improbable. It makes me wonder what this female is if she has no higher position.

Just as time passes us by, she delivers the pup with zero harm. The mate of the mother wolf comes to her side as their male is born and the small babe is put into the mothers embrace.