5 Puppies For The Alpha
Chapter 8

Years ago.

Fallen left Axel and Sasha in their respective quarters after spending hours trying to get them to behave like decent puppies. Their father had given explicit orders that he didn’t want anyone inside the mansion that night and unable to get them out, they had confined them to their rooms before the sun went down.

His younger siblings loved to get on his nerves and for him to scold them, commanding his attention at all times. He couldn’t deny that they were adorable when they did that and he always ended up smiling and giving them a k**s on the crown of the head. What a babysitter she was, lacking a mother and almost a father, she was the only person to give him affection.

She left the bedroom of the youngest of them and went to hers. He was exhausted. Dealing with the problems of his pack, which were overlooked by his older brother, with whom he barely exchanged words, his father and the raising of his siblings had pulled more than a gray hair out of his chocolate-colored hair. She had barely just come of age, her first 50 years, but she felt as if she had lived 200.

He sighed and closed the door behind him. He took off his leather jacket breathing a sigh of relief that he could rest, when he remembered he had left some important papers in the study and would need them that night. He went back outside and walked down the large hallway taking in the cool night breeze as he was only covered with a shirt and it was not advisable to go back for the jacket now, if his father found out he was lurking around, whatever it was for, he would surely be upset.

A small cry reached his ears. It was faint, very faint.

She looked around and could smell nothing and no one, the mansion was totally deserted. He heard the cry again and followed it intrigued.

Where was it coming from?

Another new puppy in the pack?

He was not informed that any she-wolf was about to give birth. The incessant crying led him into a cave hidden in the catacombs in the most austere part of the mansion. He hesitated for a moment before entering, although he ended up entering only a few meters, it was not possible for anyone to be in that abandoned place.

His father’s voice echoed in the distance and he was not alone. He crept a little further in, stopping when the path began to become more difficult to follow. Something was not right. The musty smell was so intense it clouded his sense of smell, yet there was something there that drew him in. He would have to ask Ryan what that place was. The Commander was a wolf who had been in the family too long, he was sure there was no mystery to him. The crying grew louder as the creaking of what must be some abandoned door was heard in the distance.

Sounds echoed off the walls, crying, gasping, screaming, He could detect the fragrance so to speak, of b***d. His body shook and his claws began to come out without understanding why. An urge to enter, to keep moving forward and discover that he was beyond the darkness was so intense that it stunned him. There was something calling him, urging him on.

Footsteps sounded in the background and he hid behind a rock, concealing himself as best he could, skipping dirt over his body to hide his scent. The pack alpha emerged from behind some rocks, followed by the pack doctor. In his arms, a newborn cub.

News

Fallen sniffed the air in the middle of the forest. Nothing, there was nothing. No trace of other individuals. Doubt, uncertainty and anger bloomed inside him. He could not believe he had been tricked. He walked stealthily with some hope that this was not the case, otherwise more than one life would be doomed. He had staked everything on this attack, the freedom of his mother, of his pack, of his family.

In the distance branches rustled and he snapped to alertness. The four wolves at his back looked at each other and bristled their backs.

Amidst the darkness of the night, where the moonlight barely penetrated the leafy canopy, a large and majestic figure made its presence known.

The five wolves of the Gray Pack stepped back unconsciously. The animal before them commanded respect with every inch of its being. His very black fur shimmered despite being lost in the darkness, his stature stood out above average, muscles were marked on his thick legs and chest, two silver orbs glowed in the powerful head that set him apart from any of his kind: Dante, alpha of the Silver Pack, was simply, impressive.

Fallen lowered his ears and tail in an involuntary act of submission, despite being a prince and standing out as being among the strongest in his pack, he could not compare to the wolf in front of him. He hadn’t even felt so intimidated when he had to intercede and fight with his father so that he wouldn’t kill Sasha, that fateful day he didn’t agree with the paternal will. He shuddered just remembering it, his father had torn his throat, not a fatal wound, but serious enough to leave him bedridden for several months. Despite his quick recovery, the scar on his neck was the living mark of his father’s ¨cariño¨.

Dante moved forward. Behind him, the footsteps grew louder. A set of at least 50 wolves appeared.

Fallen felt the emotions stirring inside him.

That night the world of the Grey Pack would be shaken.