The office light above me flickers, and a sense of unease suddenly hits me like a bag of bricks. The task that I was working on suddenly seems minor compared to the unease I feel right now as I try to pinpoint what is causing me to feel like this. Everyone in my Pack should either be asleep or performing their assigned tasks. The wolves on patrol should be checking in to assure me that no Rogue has crossed the border yet when I check the Pack link and the Warrior link, I hear no chatter whatsoever.
“What the hell is happening?” I mumble, pushing away from my desk and standing to my feet. I know Tanya is in bed. Had it confirmed by one of the Warriors guarding her. But what about the other wolves that live and work in the Pack House? What are they up to?
Deciding to leave my office, I enter the halls to find an Omega quietly carrying some linen toward the laundry shoot. She notices me staring, her small frame quivering as she turns and bows.
“I-is there anything you need, Alpha?” She asks, her voice timid.
“No. I was just finishing my work.” I decline, deciding this Omega is not worth any more attention as she isn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. She nods, throwing the last of the linen down the shoot before scampering away like a pup with her tail between her legs.
The unease remains as I quietly stroll the halls of the Pack House, listening in on the many sounds the night brings into this creaky old place. Clairice had told me the Pack House would need repairs long ago but I brushed it off. Now, as I step along the quiet halls with the creaking of old floorboards, I wish I had listened as the sounds add to my growing unease.
[What’s the status of the Pack borders?] I call out through the Warrior link, hoping those on patrol would hear and reply quickly.
[Everything is quiet, Alpha.] Someone replies after a minute has passed. I should feel relieved by this report. Should be able to relax and settle down. Instead, the unease becomes a gnawing anxiety inside me. I know I should trust my men with their duties. Trust that they are keeping not only Pack members in the Pack but also keeping danger out as well. Lately, I have felt the unrest from those I lead. Maybe it is this unrest that is fueling my unease tonight.
[Keep me posted if anything changes then.] I order, shutting off the link before anyone could reply. Maybe I have been working to hard and need some relief. Relief only Tanya can provide me.
Trying my best to push the unease aside, I make my way to the grand staircase and climb to the fifth floor. Omegas and Warriors bow as I pass them, these wolves working hard to clean the many rooms here or providing protection for those that sleep. I dismiss them with a wave of my hand, not bothering to say anything to these wolves as I continue to climb the steps, stopping every so often to look out the window and see if I can spy anything in the woods beyond the Pack House.
Nothing stirs but the leaves in the wind. A bat flies across the window, heading towards its unknown destination and that unease persists. Something is coming. What that is, I do not know. But instinct is telling me that a hidden danger is nearing Pine Moon.
I could wake the Warriors now and have them rush to the borders for extra security, but that would only cause these wolves to hate me more than they already do if I am wrong.
“Alpha Valor?” A soft voice calls out and I spy a she-wolf with a basket of clothes in her arms. Clothes I recognize belonging to Tanya.
“It’s nothing. Carry on with your duties.” I order, catching the she-wolf’s curious glance. She looks away out of fear when I send a glare her way before apologizing to me and scampering down the halls. I scoff, wondering when everything started to go wrong for me as I make it the final few steps and stand on the landing to the fifth floor.
The anxiety grows as I look at the corridors that lead to the bedrooms of this floor, the floor meant for the Alpha family. Did my problems begin when Rune left and sent that email? No. They had started before then. Was it when I killed Clairice in cold blood for threatening me? That can’t be it either. No one knew I murdered my first Mate. Not even Rune knew how his mother really died.
Then when did this hatred and fear from my Pack start?
“Valor?” Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized that I had made it to my room. Tanya is the one to call out to me, her hands rubbing sleepily at her eyes as she lets out a little yawn. I take in her almost naked appearance, the lust I feel for her fighting against the unease that seems to want to consume me.
“Are you done working?” She asks, hands dropping onto her lap as she looks at me with wide sleepy eyes.
“I am.” I admit, walking towards my bed and shrugging of my clothes with each step. She watches me, her eyes locked on mine and for a brief moment I notice a flicker of disgust, but then it is gone. Confused, I stop just a foot away from the bed wondering if the unease is making me see things as the look of complete adoration she usually has for me on her face is there.
“What’s wrong?” Tanya asks, patting my side of the bed.
“Nothing.” I mumble out, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. That’s right, nothing is wrong at all. Everything I feel is just my imagination, probably from the stress of planning an attack on Crescent Phoenix.
“Nothing is wrong.” I repeat as convincingly as I can. Although I am not sure if I am convincing Tanya or myself at this moment.
Climbing into bed, I pull Tanya into my arms and breathe in that sweet honey scent of hers. Her soft body is still clothed in a thin nightgown that does not hide her body from my eyes, a nightgown that only takes a claw to cut off her
“Valor!” She squeals in surprise, her breasts falling free from the now-destroyed nightgown.
“Shh, my love. I just need your touch.” I declare, my voice firm as I push her onto her back and claim her perky breast with my mouth. She lets out a short gasp as I suckle from her breast, my free hand moving to tease and pinch the other nipple.
“Va-Valor. It’s too late.” Tanya protests but I chuckle.
“No, Tanya. It is not too late for you to be fucked.” I state, claiming the other nipple and moving my hands down her exposed body to her little pussy that always takes me greedily. She moans beneath me, her legs spreading further apart. I can feel just how ready she is for me. How ripe her body is for the fucking.
The shrill sounds of sirens scream through the night, causing me to pull away from Tanya with a snarl. Who the fuck would sound the alarm when there had been no warning from those patrolling the borders. Cursing this horrid timing, I leave Tanya in bed and grab the pants I discarded, throwing them on.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demand, grabbing the arm of the first Omega I see.
“We are under attack!” She states fear in her eyes.
“By who?” I growl out, shaking with rage.
“By us.” A female voice calls, her tone so cold that it sends shivers down my spine. I turn to face this intruder, readying myself for a fight but my eyes widen when I notice who it is that has trespassed on my land.
There at the landing of the fifth floor stands the two wolves I never thought I would see for another two weeks. Rune and Brynlee wearing all black and smelling like the blood of my men look like Gods of death coming to take their revenge on me, the power they emanate in waves making me shiver like a weak pup.
“Hi, dad.” Rune says, his eyes so black that I can see my reflection in them.
“I’ve come back for my Pack.”