5 Puppies For The Alpha
Chapter 6

The door opened, letting in a faint flash of light that vanished with the same speed. The wolf inside raised his head with so much effort that opening his eyes was quite a feat. The image before him disgusted him so much that he felt even more intense nausea than he already did. His claws began to break the skin on his fingers as his fangs grew larger.

It let out a roar using all its strength to reach out and tear at the person’s throat. His body began the transformation, however the rusty shackles around his wrists and ankles cut off his circulation and broke the skin. Pain coursed through his body like fathoms of fire, dropping to his knees and gasping limply.

A triumphant smile crossed the lips of the alpha who knelt down and brushed dirty hair away from her husband’s haggard face.

-How many times have we repeated this event, my beautiful omega,” Sylas wiped away a drop of b***d that stained his cheek and then raised his hand to strike it with a thud.

The smaller wolf’s head hit the uneven ground and lay there motionless near the pool of his own dried b***d.

The wolf frowned at the evidence of the newly aborted wolf. It approached the wolf and landed a kick to its stomach, earning a g***n of pain from the body at its feet that shuddered into a fetal position. A viscous stream of black b***d spurted from his mouth, coughing irretrievably.

-You’re not even capable of keeping a decent puppy in that womb of yours- Sylas had his teeth clenched- Damn the day I married you. The only good thing was your place at the top of the pack, but even your children aren’t good enough for what I have planned. Who should I get rid of first, if you lost one offspring, another won’t make a difference – the constant threat, the cruel dilemma that had kept him in this state: his children.

The omega at his feet tightened his ankle trying again to transform, he knew it was useless and would only cause more damage to his weak body, but he could not stay idle. She had to fight, to defend the cubs that came out of her womb.

The death of her children?

Anything but that. She didn’t know the faces of any of them, barely remembered the scent of each one, but they were still her children. She vaguely remembered that a few days ago a faint familiar scent made her whimper wanting to go to him, though the chains prevented her from doing so. She had cried silently all night longing to feel him again.

Sylas pulled his hand away violently and grabbed him by the old torn shirt that only covered his body, lifting him into the air and bringing him close to his face.

-You’d better get your body ready, my queen. I will come shortly to make you bear another son of mine,” spat the terrible sentence.

She released him and he fell again to the floor, against the wall. The door closed again, raising dust around him and the omega just stood there, plunged in darkness.

How long had he been locked up? He could no longer remember: 30, 40, 50 years, maybe more. Keeping count was something he hadn’t done since he had reached 25. The evocations came back to torture him as they did every day. For every mistake made, for every bad decision made.

It wasn’t always like that. He had had a happy childhood, demanding being the only son of the alpha’s brother, after a long chain fundamentally of omegas, so his lineage was considered among the strangest and purest. That had good and bad things, and the bad things he had learned the hard way. He met Sylas when he was about 18, barely a pup unaware of the world around him.

He was a promising wolf, the son of a friend of his uncle, the alpha. Without providing for it he found himself married to him, 4 years later. It was one thing for her to like him and another for him to be her husband, and especially if he outnumbered him by 130 years. Still young for a wolf, too old for him.

Many had celebrated the wedding, not knowing that it would be the beginning of the pack’s decline.

A few years later the alpha died unexpectedly along with his queen, leaving his brother in charge of the pack until a candidate worthy of being the alpha regent appeared. Shortly after in a fire, whose causes were still doubtful, his entire family had died, leaving him barely alive and with the responsibility of the herd on his shoulders. Sylas in all those moments had supported him, comforting him.

For 10 years he had ruled the herd. 10 years he had done his best to keep all the members together and he had succeeded. He didn’t know how, but respect from his people was a talking point throughout his tenure.

All went well until she had the firstborn at such a controversial age as in her early thirties, as she was not even of age, which was considered to be when she turned 50 and during her first heat. Being an omega it was natural to be fertile in her 30s, totally different from the remaining wolves.

After that Sylas had changed a lot. So much so that the day he opened his eyes and found himself locked in a dungeon he didn’t understand anything, although he was kind enough to share his future plans with him and recreated the past events that included him and his deceased family. Since that day his whole life had been turned upside down, only keeping him alive under the threat of the death of his children and the paltry hope of ever seeing them again.