5 Puppies For The Alpha
Chapter 10

Dante let out a powerful gasp. This fight had become intense. Perhaps not enough to meet his expectations, but enough to take his breath away. The alpha of the Grey Pack was not weak despite his appearance, he was very well trained and his strength was not to be overestimated. Still he had the upper hand.

He had attacked several times to the neck managing to snatch the chain, dropping it on Fallen’s paws who now guarded it with his life, although in the process he had gained several wounds on his chest and forelegs. Now they were both back to the start, one facing the other showing their fangs covered in bubbling saliva.

Fallen backed up to where the beta was, he felt the tension in the air and the pressure made it hard to breathe. When two alpha males challenged each other the weaker wolves could feel their power.

The fight resumed again. Both beasts rolled on the ground until Dante managed to bury his teeth in Sylas’ neck and squeeze until b***d gushed out. The wounded animal would not stay still, it shook its paws in an attempt to break free; leaving a deep gash in the left section of the assailant’s cheek. The b***d splashed in Dante’s eye, mowing him down for a few seconds, enough time for his opponent to get loose and push him off, rolling again.

But by now the older alpha was getting tired of the little games and using the strength of his hind legs he pushed them off and bit his neck again, making sure to bite deep, but not deadly.

Long seconds later, Sylas’ body fell to the ground motionless and Dante was finally able to back up and sit on his hindquarters to catch his breath. B***d dripped from his muzzle and he shook it off. The brown wolf that had been at his enemy’s side and had stayed out of it all approached the fallen alpha’s body sniffing over the head, wagging it with his snout. Suddenly, the wolf on the ground moved biting him through the chest and knocking him down.

Fallen stepped forward and nudged his father’s back as he pulled him away from Matthias, his older brother who had been shocked by the attack. Dante stood in front of the two puppies protecting them, waiting for a new attack that did not come.

The animal collapsed unconscious from the wounds and loss of b***d. He would not die, they were not such weak creatures, but he would have a hard time recovering and they would have to keep him alive until the Council decided his punishment for all the crimes that stained his leadership.

Finally, the victor raised his head and let out a howl announcing his victory, declaring himself the new alpha of the Grey Pack.

He felt the creak of the open door and shuddered. Once again her cursed husband had come to rape him, impregnate him and make him give birth without being able to meet his cub afterwards. His body was lying on the cold floor immobilized by the heavy shackles that only cut his skin. This time he was so fragile that he had no strength to resist. His three fundamental senses, hearing, smell and sight, were so impaired that he could hardly know what was going on around him. He raised his head and saw, through a thick mist, several silhouettes approaching.

He sniffed to replace out who he had brought with him, perhaps the same old doctor who was in charge of keeping him fit to breed, forcing a painful rut, but no. He could not. Although his sense of smell was weak he could recognize their foul scents and it wasn’t them. Instead a sweet fragrance came to him and his heart began to pound, he couldn’t believe it.

Like every wolf that had given birth, the scent of his children was indescribable, softer than normal, he could even tell them apart if there were thousands of other wolves. One of them was there. One of his sons was before him. He wanted to get excited, to say something, to raise his arms to wrap them around his neck, but he barely had any energy and his consciousness slowly faded against his will.

Fallen couldn’t stop a tear from escaping and running down her cheek. He knelt down and grasped the decayed body of the wolf that had brought him into this world. The image had him in awe. With the slight light coming into that place he could only appreciate its skin almost stuck to the bones, of a grayish color. The huge dark circles under his battered face. The multiple bruises on his skin barely covered by a lightly torn cloth. And the b***d. That which bathed his abdomen, legs and hands.

She wanted to squeeze him to her chest and give him his own life. It was pitiful to see. How was it possible that an omega, who had been the queen of the pack could have been brought to such conditions? Ryan knelt in front of him, keeping a neutral expression and held out a cloth blanket to cover him. Fallen could see his hands shaking and the color leave his cheek.

Dante, standing in the doorway was speechless. When he had heard the story he had never imagined the conditions to be so dismal. How long had that wolf been there to look like that? Wolves could go for weeks without eating before significant changes in their bodies were noticeable.

Rage was building up inside him. He felt Dimitri’s hand on his shoulder, he had just arrived and was frowning. In his pack, she-wolves were as respected as wolves and violence against any of them was severely penalized.

For a moment, the urge to go back and finish the unfinished job of leaving Sylas alive shook every fiber of his body, but his brother, stopped him even though his brother’s muscles were also tense with helplessness.

Repressing a growl, he walked over to Fallen who was taking too long to cover the emaciated wolf. Shocked by the image of his mother’s body, the pup couldn’t figure out what to do.

Dante bent down and broke the shackles with his bare hands, anger giving him enough strength to face the thick chains and overcome them. In the process the flimsy wolf’s skin was hurt even more, if that was possible. The hard metal was almost embedded in the broken skin, where the dried b***d had created a belt of pustules that must have caused terrible pain.

Despite the protests of Fallen, who did not want to leave his mother’s side, and the wounds still fresh on his skin, Dante carried the omega in his arms and headed for the exit.

From that moment on, she was his and he would never let anyone hurt her again.