5 Puppies For The Alpha
Chapter 16

Despite being on top of him, Dante had most of his weight on his paws. The wolf beneath him was weak, thin, almost like a flower petal that could wilt, yet he struggled and tried to grab one of its limbs and tear it apart. He didn’t seem very happy to be in that position. Dante didn’t care. He needed to keep it under control now.

He lowered his muzzle to his neck and sniffed it, licking down to his ear and leaving a squeeze at the nape of it, not to hurt him, but hard enough to make him aware he was there.

He jerked and let out a pitiful m**n. He wasn’t giving up, even though he was at a disadvantage, he didn’t like it and he was showing it.

Dante licked his way back down his neck seeking the most sensitive area as he felt his b***d pounding in his ears drilling him. He was liking it more than he imagined; making him lose focus of his action for a moment, his heat was near, and he was more sensitive than normal.

He growled more to himself than to the wolf, the omega responding by tensing the barely there muscles in his back.

He sniffed again at the fur to replace a different scent there and bared his teeth, lifting his head. On the side of his neck a row of teeth could be seen marking the fur. Dante recognised the scent, it was that of his beta. It had bitten him.

An uncontained rage coursed through him without knowing, touching what was his was against the rules. The only reason that stopped him from going to kill his wolf was remembering that he had been attacked by the omega and he must have acted without thinking to save him. He let out a heavy breath and licked over his wound, he shouldn’t bother with his second in command, his overprotective nature was somewhat suffocating and he knew it, but it was the first time he touched his own, even if it was to save his life.

The taste of dried b***d on his tongue didn’t disgust him, it was more like a feast. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to taste the fresh one. An impulse to open his muzzle and brand him was imminent, but that was against the rules and even more so if he had been branded by her former husband; even if she kept him by her side, had her children, he would never be hers. Sylas had not only tortured and raped the omega, he had condemned his entire life. And one mark upon another could cost him not only his place as alpha, but his life before the Council.

The younger wolf shuddered as he felt the rough tongue on his neck and whimpered, letting out whimper after whimper, he didn’t want this, he disliked the contact, he hated the smell of alpha around him. They were all the same, they all wanted him for what he was, his bloodline and his ability to have pups.

His puppies.

Where were his pups?

This wolf above him had a faint scent on his body, which he was at least able to make out, so they must not be far away. He had to stay alive, no matter what happened to him. He needed to get them back. An omega that had given birth, she was a mother until she left the earthly world, even if her young were not by her side.

The alpha’s snout struck his right shoulder blade prompting him to turn. He resisted. To turn, to show his neck and belly meant his total submission, something no one would give him, not even his former husband.

The wolf growled, rising a few inches from him and nipping him harder with his muzzle. Dante would not allow him not to submit.

The omega pressed his h**s tighter to the ground seeking the most separation from the massive body, but the alpha’s chest was once again sticking to his back.

Dante bared his teeth in annoyance, no one had ever been slow to show submission. He saw him tremble beneath him and cringe. He knew he was scaring him, that was good, he would soon give in.

The omega’s legs stretched out and he slowly rolled over.

Dante stood up to give him room to show his neck and the underside of his body. He looked at it with satisfaction. They all succumbed in the end.

The wolf turned very slowly until he was on his back. Dante moistened his muzzle and brought it to his cheek, licking it. The young wolf closed his eyes and turned his head to the side.

Dante sniffed again, from his face to his ear moving down to his neck, having his rut close made his senses heighten even more. He was too focused on his own, confident that the little wolf had given up.

Big mistake.

The thin mouth opened and closed tightly over the only thing left within reach, his ear. Dante pulled away as he felt the teeth on his skin, catching him off guard, he jerked his head away with a gasp. The omega took advantage and with what little strength he had left he slipped out from under him and ran off towards where he sensed people entering and leaving the room. Despite his state he felt strong, with the pain lashing at him, but with no control over himself; the red mist was now more potent than before.

He ran to where he remembered the door to be and smashed through it with his body, crashing along with the wood into the concrete bars of the balcony. The bones in his ribs crunched.

He got up as fast as he could and shook off the splinters feeling several grunts around him and heavy footsteps running towards him.

He could see nothing, madness clouding his judgement, adrenaline coursing through his body. The various smells he couldn’t distinguish and the blurred silhouettes made him dizzy, he only knew he was in danger, his wildest part told him so, and he didn’t have the strength to fight anymore, there were too many of them and he couldn’t die yet.

He stood on two legs on the balcony and without a second thought he jumped, straight into the void.

He would not submit to anyone, nor would he let himself be caught.

Not again!