The Princess’s Broken Alpha
Chapter 11

The pack house is grand, built with rich deep mahogany woods, simple but eloquent. Its banisters gleam on its spiraling staircase and it's woodwork is something to behold. From the high vaulted ceilings and swirling artistically carved banisters the wealth and state of the Cartier pack is evident in its main building. It's been around since the beginning of time, our wealth and dominance has been established from the very first Alpha, Alpha Crane.

The pack is built as a community with rows of houses in a scheme fashion for pack members. The pack house is specifically designed at the front to be the first point of contact from the main roads from visitors. Behind this, hundreds of acres of prime forest lands runs far and wide where if you want you can get lost and forget the world exists. Strict shifts, rules and top notch detailed security are maintained to man these borders and lands to keep everyone safe.

We are a dream for other packs but no one would dare try to attack and everyone tries to be in good favor with us. It would be suicide. We run efficiently and Samuel's size alone is a deterrent, not to mention our reputation. We keep no prisoners and we are very strict when it comes to accepting new members even those who have left and are seeking return. Safety is our number one priority and we do not take it lightly.

The Cartier wolves are greatly stronger and bigger than regular werewolves. There's been hundreds of folklores and whispers as to why this is so but the one that sticks out the most is from tribal legends is that we were blessed by the moon goddess, some believe we are directly descended from the first werewolves. Twin brothers blessed by the moon goddess to be turned into wolves. She was impressed by their spirit. One took the gifts being given to him and we have the Lycans, the other brother kindly refused the moon goddess' gift and decided he did not want such power. He was simple and just wanted to live peacefully. No one knows what exactly happened to him but werewolves are said to be descended from him. I for one don't give two shits.

Over the centuries we've had some great and not so great Alpha's but we've maintained ourselves throughout it all and it is my mission to keep it that way until my time is done. I try my best as Alpha and I treat everyone fairly. Everybody gets the same sexy version of me.

I roll out the shower and quickly throw on a regular t-shirt and jeans and head down. The pack house is filled with pack members socializing, the loud chatterings filling the halls. Everyone is clearly on edge in having not only a Lycan but a royal visit them. The she wolves are dressed to kill in their brand new and finest outfits hoping a Lycan will take notice and mate with them. The men want to see if they're just as big and powerful.

The warm scent of freshly baked goods and food fills the place as the kitchen staff worked around the clock spear headed by Lisa to make sure every possible food was prepared for the occasion. She definitely went overboard with the menu but since she is so snappy and overly excited about it why not. There is never enough food.

I make my way to the hall and of course almost bump into Charlotte in a flared purple dress that shows her cleavage nicely and has her long legs on display.

"Alpha Zion" she says, smiling" Good to see you finally. You're sure dressed up."

She takes in my regular black t-shirt and jeans skeptically.

"Hi Char. You know I don't dress up for anybody." I look her over. "Have you been waiting for me?"

I ask as if I'm confused. Of course she's been waiting for me. She's primed up by the hallway when everyone is in the main hall waiting anxiously.

"Every night," she says with a smirk.

Charlotte is all for having a good time with whoever she feels like until her mate comes along or she is mated. We fool around but that's about it, she knows my boundaries. I raise my eyebrows at her and she crosses her arms leaning on the wall, her long brown hair falling around her shoulders to the side. She looks to make sure we are still in private and continues to flirt.

"If you don't make me your Luna, then one of these Lycans might just take me away!" she smiles.

"That's a tough choice but I'll take my chances" I sigh in fake sadness and she laughs.

"You know, all we need is 15 minutes tops. We can do a lot of things in that time. Come on, I miss the feel of you inside me."

Raising her leg to prop it on my leg her purple dress lifts to give a clear view of her shaved pussy. She licks her lips and moves to trail her hands down my chest and before I can consider it I'm covered in darkness.

A large shadow behind me lets me know Samuel is here and Charlotte's face turns white. He looks at her scowling with water still dripping from his hair from his shower.

"Scram" he grits at her and she hurriedly walks away quietly.

Samuel has never liked Charlotte. Then again, he's not much of a people person. He's more of a silent observer. He went for a large black sweater and jeans which with his size and build makes him look like a body guard. "You couldn't have spared me 15 minutes?" I growl at him and he looks at me disgusted.

"They're here" Samuel grunts absent mindedly and he looks about as unexcited as I am by their visit.

"Great"

We make our way to the hall and Daniel mind links us that he's about to arrive in with them.

"Alpha" A few people by the door way say in adoration, slightly nodding. The room goes quiet in respect and acknowledgement, making space for us. Some don't make eye contact out of fear, others look on as I brush my knuckles lightly against the arm rest waiting. They have completed their request to search around. Now my wolf's even more on edge. What are they looking for? It has to be very important for them to send a royal.

While we settle and wait in the grand hall with everyone else Julie our cheerful teenager who isn't very far from us loudly drags a chair for the hundredth time putting it in the same spot. Lisa nicely takes the chair from her and she moves to the next one. Members stare at her and a few other teenager wolves start giggling. She scrambles to put it perfectly aligned pushing her thin stringy blonde hair behind her ear. Her hands are shaking and she is taking deep little breaths. Poor thing is having a melt down. Samuel irritatedly glances at her and she looks up and shrinks.

"Sorry Delta" she mumbles, hanging her head in embarrassment.

Why do they need the entire pack here again?

Samuel looks at me questioningly, clearly irritated and I shrug.

No fucking clue but I don't like feel of this.

I run my hand through my hair. My wolf was stirring. He's been extra alert the past few days like he's waiting for something.

The large doors open and the pack goes quiet with everyone holding their breaths.

The familiar brown hair and tall build comes in and there is a great moan of disappointment.

"It's just him" someone whispers.

"You don't have to your Beta like that!" shouts Daniel garnering some laughter from some pack members. He steps aside making room and when they step into the room you feel it. Power.