5 Puppies For The Alpha
Chapter 31

He opened his eyes with his breath catching in his throat. The ceiling loomed above him in a clear haze that he recognised. He was in his room. He sat up carefully. Every muscle in his body roared and he had to bite his lips to keep from screaming.

What had happened, where was he, what had happened to his puppies? The last thing she remembered was jumping at someone and then everything went black. There was a huge gap in her mind since hearing the words of that wolf.

That wolf. What the hell did he think he was? He was talking to him as if he was a worthless piece of shit. That had bothered him, but the last straw was that he was trying to get his fingers on his children and he wouldn’t allow it.

Rage came over him again and he tensed his arms in response, causing him repeated pain.

-You’re awake already,” Dante’s voice sounded close.

The scent of the alpha in that place washed over him. He was disappointed, annoyed. He was uneasy. That struck him as odd coming from an alpha like…him.

-What happened?” he touched his temple, trying to remember something.

-You turned into a wolf,” he paused slightly, “And you attacked Lucian.

Lukyan opened his eyes and the memories hit him for a moment.

-Lucky you collapsed before you ripped his throat out. Your body is not yet ready for the stress that comes with the transformation,” Dante was leaning against a nearby wall, “Though I have to admit you are extremely quick at attacking that weak spot,” he subtly recalled the similar incident involving him.

Lukyan did not respond. It was one of the things his father had focused on most. An accurate and precise attack. There was no room for error.

-I have to add that it was not the wisest decision,” she left her position and moved towards him, standing in front of him with dilated pupils, “The Council has rendered a verdict,” she spoke, looking at him.

The wolf swallowed. Dante’s countenance was neutral, expressionless and he looked paler than usual.

-They accepted your request to take the punishment of your children, they will be exonerated and under my guardianship, yet there is the question of assuming the place of leader of the pack being omega and the destruction of him at the hands of your husband. They have decided that your sentence will be…. -He was slow to say the words, “Death,” he concluded in a whisper.

Lukyan clenched the sheet under his hands, losing all colour from his face. He said nothing, he had expected it since the day he had taken that position, but now was not the time to leave this world, he had many things to do.

-Despite trying to reason with them, I am also part of the Council, the only thing they allowed me to do was to keep custody of all your pack with the condition that if there is any instability they would intervene- he spoke slowly looking at the wolf’s crown -In your case when I wanted to object, they refuted that a marked wolf could not belong to others, even if I made you my queen since you are omegas, you belong to Sylas and that is against the laws- he continued explaining with difficulty.

A painful silence pervaded the room. Lukyan raised his head and the violet in his eyes shone brightly.

-What if it wasn’t marked? What would happen? -he asked.

Dante looked at him quizzically.

-I could claim you as my queen and save you from all punishment as I am the alpha of this pack,” he said convincingly.

-Is that the only way?” he asked seriously, receiving an affirmative answer from the alpha.

Lukyan crossed his feet over the edge of the bed and sat up on the floor, forgetting all pain. Dante took two steps back, giving him space.

The wolf turned and grabbing the top edge of the large shirt he wore covering his nakedness; he ripped it down to chest height. With his hand he parted the loose hair leaving the alpha’s view of his perfectly smooth neck, without any scars.

Dante was petrified at the sight of the back of his neck. There was no link mark, it had not been bitten. Sylas hadn’t made it his, they had no bond for the rest of their lives. The swirl of emotions that ran through him made him dizzy.

-If the way to stay alive and be with my children is for you to mark me, then do it,” his voice was full of determination, “I can’t die yet,” he added bitingly.

Dante’s judgement was blown. It was only days away, just days away from his rut and that omega was showing his neck like a feast. He didn’t know what he was doing. She didn’t say a word. She walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulder, pushing him back against the bed and leaning on him, putting all her weight on the smaller one, pinning him down.

He looked at the whitish skin and licked his lips. He felt his canines grow inches longer and the urge to bite it was almost unbearable.

He lowered his face and licked the skin all over. It tasted delicious, soft. He did it again and shuddered in anticipation of what was to come. Excitement was starting to run through him and he began to pant. He opened his mouth and brought his teeth closer, but before he bit down sanity came back to make him react. Despite being still the small body beneath him kept trembling and hid her face in the sheets.

Dante placed his hands on either side of his head and sat up in his arms. With his hand he closed the fabric around her neck and left a small k**s, replaceing it hard to pull away and not finish what he was about to start.

-I won’t do it now,” that seemed to stop her trembling a little, “There’s no need to rush. Now that I know you don’t belong to Sylas I can take the time to do things properly, it is not proper for a wolf who is to take the place of queen to be marked before her wedding,” respect washed over the words.

Lukyan peeled his face from the sheets and turned it slightly.

The alpha kissed his temple gently.

-I will speak to the Council, stay here and rest. I will prepare everything because soon you will be mine at last,” he decreed.

Dante sat up and left him there alone in that room. And for the first time since he had left his cell, Lukyan screamed helplessly into the fabric of the pillow and sobbed until his throat could no longer make a sound.

Allowing himself to be branded meant only one thing, to be bound for the challenge of his life.

He had come out of one captivity, only to enter another. But there was no turning back now.