Feather hates waking up early in the morning.

If you're thinking she's 'gets up early in the morning and trains' kinda Alpha, then you're wrong there.

She's too fit and perfect to be getting her ass outta bed at Goddess forsaken time and working out like mad.

She does train though, when no one's around and it's only her, drowning herself in her own world.

The serenity gives her time to think.

Today, she needs it more than usual since she's got a meeting with Alpha Patrick, aka douchebag.

His so called tiny pack, The Blues, has dared to steal from The Black Pearl once.

When they got caught, Alpha Patrick knelt before Alpha Arya and begged to be accepted as her own, and be forgiven.

Mark the audacity.

Feather obviously declined, keeping her last of sanity in check to avoid a bloodshed.

Now she's been begged to attend another meeting with him regarding the dispersement of his pack.

Alpha Patrick wants to go solo and leave his pack, meaning Feather, as the Alpha Queen of combined packs, have to make the announcement and arrange new homes for the members.

Maybe a few would be willing to come with her, only if they want obviously, the others can decide their own.

This is Feather's first time going to The Blues pack house, and the journey's too long for her liking.

They arrive at the pack house at 12 in the afternoon.

A group of servants await them with refreshments.

Feather accepts none and heads straight for the pack house. It's pretty normal and small comparing to her mansion like one.

The moment she steps inside the entrance, she feels herself spellbound.

What gets her in a trance isn't the small, cozy pack house, but the scent of a certain something that evades the air in the said house.

A mouth-watering and blood shuddering smell, it fogs her mind and spirals a wave of pleasurable tingles all over her body.

It's of sweets and chocolate.

And of her mate's.

He's here.

Finally.

No matter how much the blonde has denied wanting a mate, she's always longed for one.

Someone to love, protect and take care of. Someone to call as her own.

Knowing her mate is here, riles up thousands of emotions in her, and her wolf begins fighting for emergence.

Wanting to be free and united with their mate.

Feather's eyes turn pitch black as her nose takes a whiff of the scent, following it around the house.

Everyone notices her demeanor and remains pin drop silence, some even shakes in fear at the presence of her wolf.

They know better than to get in between the Alpha Queen's tasks.

"Alpha Queen." Alpha Patrick descends down the stairs with a gross smile.

Feather completely ignores his existence and continues to follow the divine scent down the hallway toward the back of kitchen.

"Is everything alright?" Patrick asks, following behind her in fear.

"Something's not right. I smell blood."

A low growl escapes her at the thought of her mate's scent mixing with one that of blood.

"Where does this route lead?" She asks, pointing to the staircase at the end of the house.

Alpha Patrick visibly trembles a little, swallowing hard.

"J-just the storage room." He partly lies.

The lie is that it's also Florian's room. Where he's been beaten to almost death just half an hour ago.

Everyone knows how much Alpha Arya hates when others torture the poor and weak.

He wipes at his forehead.

Feather's eyes scrunch, disbelief dancing in them as she continues on her search.

The anticipation of her mate's scent along blood making her move fast and in a flash, she's in front of the wooden door.

Her hand falters a little before it turns the knob and opens the door.

Then she sees red.

Both literally and figuratively.

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Florian immerses himself in doing as much as possible before the Alpha Queen arrives.

Alpha Patrick has given strict orders regarding her arrival, and how everything needs to be perfect, and each spot needs to be squeaky clean.

He manages to rub the floor till it actually sparkles, and feels proud of himself.

At least the Alpha wouldn't be mad at him. Or ask him to be invisible when the Queen's here.

He's really exicted to see her.

Florian always heard stories about her. How at the age of 15, she had to take the responsibilities and in a matter of couple years, she's managed to become the Alpha Queen.

He heard stories about the softness of her heart and also the ruthlessness of her eyes when it's upon her enemies.

Too much indulged in his dreamland, Florian doesn't see where he's going and crashes right into the new Luna.

All the plates that he was carrying, crash on the floor and shatter in tiny pieces.

The Luna gets a scratch on her foot and it bleeds in the slightest.

Florian's heart drops in his stomach and his petite form starts shaking like a leaf.

He immediately falls on his knees and starts rambling pleas.

"P-please Luna, forgive me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. Please, forgive me. Don't-don't hurt me. P-please. Please."

Before the Luna could reply, he smells the familiar scent of his Alpha and fear engulfs his whole being.

He doesn't dare look up and keeps blabbering out apologies.

But nothing works.

He feels a huge hand clasp at the back of his collar and pull him up on his feet as he gets face to face with Alpha Patrick's snarling look.

Florian lowers his gaze, tears flowing down his cheeks and body trembling as he smells the anger off of the Alpha.

"You peasant dare make my Luna bleed?!" He hisses.

"Darling, it's merely a scratch." Luna Dahlia tries to reason in a soft tone.

It backfires, fueling Patrick's anger as he gets even more reasons to believe that they're having an affair.

"Shut up!" He yells at her then refocuses on the small boy, who's as pale as a sheet now.

"You, you will see the result of trying to fuck your own Luna and wasting my property!

You slut don't have money to pay for the broken dishes but you'll surely pay. Either way." He spits and drags the boy out of the kitchen.

"Forgive me, Alpha. I-I- never- I'm s-sorry! P-please, Alpha! Please!" He screams and begs and pleas but no one dares to approach to help him.

Patrick takes him to the back of the house, to the storage room, and throws him on the floor before closing the door behind them.

Florian begs his wolf to come to rescue him but he only whimpers and cowers away, too weak to transform or even cure his still healing wounds.

Alpha Patrick smirks and unbuckles his belt, wrapping the leather end around his palm.

The Omega crawls backwards, shaking his head and sobbing his heart out as pleas just splutter out of his mouth like a rant.

"Shut the fuck up, little bitch. You like to be in bed with my Luna, don't you? Your slutty pathetic ass will see the payment for your desires. Fucking shit. I swear you'll not be able to see her face ever again!"

The first hit comes and Florian's scream shakens up the house.

The others silently weep and feel remorse for the poor boy, but if they speak against the Alpha, they'd have no where to be.

And a wolf without a pack is nothing but a wild beast.

Florian doesn't recall the rest, except his skin tearing apart, or the metalic smell of blood wafting his nose, or the screams that's leaving his throat sore and hoarse.

He forgets to count the time it goes on till Patrick tires himself out and stops.

The Alpha leaves him just as a faint sweet smell starts to envelope his dazed mind.

But he's too exhausted to react or even realize anything.

He curls up in a tiny ball and shivers violently, covered in his own blood and arms around his body to produce some sort of warmth at least.

He hears commotion, voices and the sweet scent doubles, as if the person is nearing him.

Florian's wolf whimpers in need and want, as if wanting to crawl out and go to the scent but neither have the energy to do anything but motionlessly lay there.

Black dots start to cloud his vision as the loss of blood catches up to him.

A low growl evades his ear buds and it sends a shiver down his spine.

A pleasurable shiver.

Through the darkness looming his vision, Florian sees the door opening and a dark silhoutte appear at the entrance.

"Mate."

A soft whisper echoes in his head right before everything goes black.

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