The Alpha's a Bitch: Rise Of The Pack Princess Complete: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance

by Cera D. Colby

  She thought to jump out the window, take her chances out in the open. No time to actually weigh her options, she dashed for the shards of glass, hoping it would be enough to stop the attack if she could get a few good slices in, or at least get one of them off Jack before they killed him.

  Jack was still down. He struggled himself free from the enemies maul with a series of bites to their front and hind legs. His attackers were smaller than he was, so maybe, just maybe they were youngsters, new to Simon’s clan.

  They were not at all that experienced, but the grey wolf quickly discontinued the onslaught only to catch Stephanie picking up a sharpened, jagged piece of glass that was five inches long. It was shaped into an oddly constructed triangle.

  She screamed and fell to the floor with the glass pointed outward just as the animal lunged for her. The wild dog landed on top of her and lay limp. She held back tears, more shocked at this point than frightened. Hard to breathe from underneath it, she tried rolling it off of her but could just not seem to get it to move.

  Jack, even in his werewolf form, acknowledged her instantly with glimmering eyes. He growled as he was face-to-face with the remaining wolf. He snarled, sprang toward the enemy. The two clashed, fumbled against the dresser, smashing it to pieces – Stephanie’s clothes were scattered about the surface. They rumbled through the wood chips and cotton fabrics, the growls echoed throughout the night.

  The werewolf on top of Stephanie, his blood leaked onto her fresh silk sheet that she’d worn to cover her nakedness. She released the glass, struggled to move the beast from over her. She whimpered, fought back her tears. She couldn’t look at him, her head to the wall, her eyes closed, and her hand held up to her nose trying not to smell the animal’s wretched, poignant aroma.

  She took deep breaths while she pushed; three deep breaths before trying to roll the large animal from off atop of her. He was heavy, but slowly turning back into his human form. He became lighter as she pushed, and now realizing the beast was no longer hairy, she could now see his human face.

  He was a black man; a young black man, only nineteen or twenty years old. He was dark skinned with a slim, somewhat curvy build, weighed about a hundred and eighty-five pounds from the – what felt like – three hundred pounds that once lay on top of her.

  She slid his lifeless corpse to the side just as Jack and the other intruder came to a striking end of game. She rose from the floor just as he bit down into the neck of his antagonist, chomping down on the final mouthful that sent his opponent into a wailing cry before wearing down into his human form as well.

  No. No, no, wait a minute. It was not a male. It wasn’t a male at all. The wolf that attacked her – it was a female werewolf; a she-wolf. The transformation was complete – her hair was a curvy brown and it was obvious now that she was female. She too was young – only a teenager, like her limp accomplice.

  Stephanie looked to this young woman as if she had known who she was. It was very possible that she’d met her along the road as a veterinarian; perhaps she’d cared for an animal of hers. She thought of everything she could, tilted her head a little to the left. She was perplexed, baffled at the sight of her. But she just wanted to know who this young lady was.

  Jack backed away from his victim and turned to face Stephanie. Blood ran from his neck down to his ankles and stained her carpet. He turned to face her and instantly rushed over and took her in his arms. “Are you alright?” he asked her.

  Stephanie stood motionless in his grasp. She hesitated. She wasn’t in shock… yet. She watched his wounds as they healed themselves right in front of her eyes and then responded. It was like watching something from a science fiction flick. The wounds actually slowly healed right before her eyes.

  “I’ve been better,” she said, nonchalantly, but actually terrified behind her quiet eyes.

  She compelled herself back to her original, more confident self. “But that wasn’t the first time I’ve had a younger man fall head over heels for me.”

  “I told you to hide.” He said, tensed and slightly angered. If anything were to happen to Stephanie he would have never forgiven himself. He looked down to her kill.

  “I’ve never seen either of them before,” Jack reached down, turned over the one he had just battled on his back and checked for a pulse.

  “Good stabbing, you must have got her directly in the heart. My guy… he’s still alive – just out cold. You got some rope lying around anywhere?”

  “Yeah, it’s in the hall closet, ” Stephanie said.

  “Great… ” Jack responded. “I’m gonna need you to get it before he wakes.”

  He stood up and gazed out the window, twisted his head from the many trees that swayed with the light breeze, the vehicles on the roadside, the houses and streetlamps. He took several deep breaths… was any other creature out there? He practically ignored the mist below. It covered the land and everywhere he looked.

  But he never stopped peering outside the house. It was as if he were waiting on a second attack from out the blue. It was rare that two newborn werewolves would attack an Alpha while he slept. But he wasn’t exactly an Alpha now was he? He’d given up his authority and rank to his sister. He slightly lifted his head, and again snorted at the air.

  “What if he turns?” Stephanie asked.

  Jack barely turned his head from the window to respond. He looked at her from over his shoulder, just the blue of his left eye made contact with hers. “He’s too weak. Newborns are prone to death without the silver. This may have been their first turn.”

  He turned back to the she-wolf, walked over, knelt down and pulled a blanket over her body. “Who would send newborns to attack me here?”

  She was dead of course. But he was hoping she still had a little bit of life in her to tell him what the attack was about, or who sent them. He threw his head back to the young fellow by the window and noticed his big toe twitching. He thought to himself, I should have smelled them coming a mile away.

  But he did not. What was so different now?

  Book 1: The Alpha’s a Bitch: Rise Of The Pack Princess Chapter 9

  Stephanie was fully dressed now in an over sized night shirt, blue jeans and a pair of tennis shoes as she entered her bedroom. She was in awe the moment she flicked the bedroom light switch, stood at the door and examined the destruction with a gaping mouth. Her room appeared as if a hurricane had swept through and destroyed a great majority of her belongings, infused with a blood-drenched battle.

  The five drawer wood dresser had been completely demolished; her clothes from within were severely blood stained and were no longer useful. The mattress was leaning partially off the bed. The glass from a portrait of her with a K-9 dog she’d nursed back to life from a gunshot wound was now on the floor beside her walk-in closet; the doors of her closet leaning, basically off the hinges, creaking as she tested its stability with a slight push and pull. Her window was busted; shards of glass were on the floor everywhere around it.

  And the corpse of the she-wolf lay in the fetal position where Jack had left her, now covered with a blanket and the silk sheet she’d covered herself in just minutes before. Jack and the young man were at the foot of the bed; Jack in only a pair of blue jeans; the young man bound to a dining room chair. She had a lot of cleaning to do. This was getting to be a habit.

  “Why’d you try to kill me?” Jack asked the young man whose wrists and ankles were freshly bound.

  The youngster was just waking up, his head lowered, shaking nervously. His privates were covered with a blood-soaked towel. Blood drooled from his mouth and onto his lap; his eyes were slanted and extremely weak and reddened.

  He tried to push words out of his mouth but only ended up babbling. He sort of snickered under his breath, attempted to lift his head just enough to see Jack. He huffed, slowly blew, and his head lowered without saying a word.

  Jack pressed his palm against his forehead to assist him, and asked again, “Who are you? Who sent you?”

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bsp; “Tiber,” he mumbled.

  Or did he say Ryder?

  “Who… tell me… who sent you?” Jack questioned, his eyelids sunk, unsure of the boys response, hoping, praying the hit was not initiated by his twin sister. “tell me now! Who sent you?”

  The younger man smiled, flashing his reddened teeth. Jack reached out with an open hand and grabbed him around the throat.

  “Jack…” Stephanie exclaimed. She’d seen enough violence for one night – for a lifetime for that matter.

  He ignored her plea, leaned in to face the young man, eye-to-eye, their noses damn near touching. “One more time… now who… sent you?”

  The wolf boy spit in Jack’s face.

  Blood splashed when Jack released his neck, cocked back and bashed the guy’s nose in, sending the captive boys head wobbling back and forward like a slinky toy, until coming back to the position where they’d first begun this extreme interrogation.

  Jack wiped the blood-spit from his face, growled and said, “Whose Tiber?” even more aggravated than before, and let loose another low, wild growl.

  “Your sister, you jack ass” the wolf boy laughed right in Jack’s face.

  “Oh my…” Stephanie gasped, her hand at her mouth, as if her outburst went unheard.

  Jack stood up and took three steps back from his captive. He could not understand the reason behind the attack. His own flesh and blood set him up? What reason could she have to annihilate her twin brother?

  Send out newborns to extract the hit? No way. He couldn’t have said your sister, Jack thought to himself, confused by the actions of the entire evening. But he had said your sister, and he cracked a bloody smirk of ignorance when he’d repeated it a second time.

  Jack felt the need to backhand him one good time, test his competence. The young man’s face quickly shifted to the left, blood spat from his mouth, flowed down his jaw and onto his naked shoulder; Jack demanded to know his name.

  “If… you… if you…” His head wobbled.

  Jack became the thunder in a category 5 storm. He continued to beat his captive until he was delirious – almost insanely hysterical. He was a tough cookie to crumble. You couldn’t tell if he was coming or going in and out of consciousness; his eyes were slammed shut, but he maintained a smug expression on his face throughout. He was battered until Stephanie called out for Jack to cease his torture.

  Then, their captive spoke softly. He spoke dimmer than a whisper. He said, “Simon…” through pants and wheezes. “My name… is… Simon… Jr.”

  How could anyone blame him? Jack was heavy handed. Not only was he heavy handed but he’d also packed a mean punch, never held back; the proof was in Simon’s bloodied, cut and swollen face when he raised it only but an inch or two as he spoke up.

  Jack was still relentless. He grabbed Simon’s forehead once more and demanded to know who sent him and his accomplice, not wanting to believe it was his own flesh and blood.

  “What’s so funny?” Jack queried.

  Simon slowly turned to look out the window. He said, “They… they’ll… they’re… coming.”

  Book 1: The Alpha’s a Bitch: Rise Of The Pack Princess Chapter 10

  Estranged howls erupted from outside just that second. They weren’t close, but they were close enough. The howls echoed, but they were distinctive.

  Stephanie froze as she looked out what was left of the broken window. Jack strode to the window and peered out, turning from left to right. He looked to the full moon and then to Stephanie, who was still at the room door. “We have to leave before they get here.”

  Simon continued to laugh.

  Jack walked back to his captive once more. “Do you know what the pack does to newborns that don’t complete their initial mission? She sent you to die, and deliver me a message.” He protested as his fangs were unleashed, his words noshing at Simon’s ear.

  “You’re gonna die.” Simon sneered.

  “There’s no doubt about it. But you’re gonna die first… by the hands of those who sent you. There is no room for errors with Ryder.” He looked to Stephanie. It wasn’t his safety he was concerned about; it was her that he worried for. And then he turned his sights back to Simon.

  “Last chance… if you want to live… Tell me why she wants me dead.”

  For some reason that rang a bell inside Simon’s head. Who in their right mind wants to die, especially by the hands of one of their own?

  The howls emerged from outside once again – closer this time. They grew nearer, maybe a half dozen blocks up. Domesticated barks and howls joined. Simon had gotten a burst of energy, threw his head up, and looked Jack in the eye. His tough guy persona had completely vanished and his fear now overtook him.

  “It’s power… ability… She… an army…” He fought to get his words together through his constant blood leakage. “In order… for her to…. take the place… of an Alpha… you must die.”

  Jack stood erect. “She’s building and army for what? She has to kill me in order for her to lead the pack? She delivered the final blow to Simon.”

  “No… she chose… you… she’s mating… her unborn will lead.”

  “That doesn’t make any sense. What are trying to say?”

  “Please… help me. I’ll tell you anything… everything. Please…”

  The howls erupted once again. They were loud and boisterous, maybe a block or two over by this point. Quick thinking, Jack’s hand grew claws that ripped through Simon’s ropes.

  He was weak. Too weak to even sit up on his own, he hunched over and moaned in agony. He would have hit the canvas if Jack didn’t catch him in the descent and hoist him over his shoulder with a powerful grunt.

  “Stephanie, quick, get to the truck,” said Jack as he took a glance out the window.

  Instantly she bolted out of the room.

  As Jack and Simon Jr. made it to the door, he looked back once more to the window. He’d seen silhouettes in the center of the street. There were six of them, and one had the catwalk stride of his twin sister Ryder, the first female Alpha to ever take control of a pack to Jack’s knowledge.

  They casually walked toward Stephanie’s home through, what was now, a dense fog. What was the cause for this shivery? Jack now knew that holding onto Simon Jr. would prove useful. He needed answers and there were too many of them to fight off to receive what he sought.

  He jetted out of the room, out of the house, laid Simon Jr. in the back seat of Stephanie’s truck, and jumped in the passenger side. She took off in the opposite direction, looking through the rearview mirror at the six silhouettes who were now just standing there, in the middle of the road, with no intentions on pursuing them.

  It was quiet in the backseat. Jack turned around to check on Simon. Simon was unconscious, but breathing.

  “We need to get out the city until I can find out what’s going on.” Jack admitted.

  And then they sped up.

  Book 2: The Alpha’s a Bitch: Rise Of The Pack Princess Chapter 1

  It had been hours since they were so forcefully pushed out of the safety of Stephanie’s house and they were still on the road. Running his hands through his hair, Frost breathed in deeply. He knew that he needed to come up with a plan. And the sooner the better. It wouldn’t be dark much longer, he had less than a quarter of a tank of gas and he had no idea how close or how far away the next gas station was.

  But he just kept on driving. Not really listening to the music in the CD player as it played quietly in the background, Frost kept on cruising along the interstate to who knows where, with Stephanie still asleep in the passenger seat. They had been driving for what seemed like days now and Frost was now taking his turn at the wheel so she could get some much needed sleep. Simon Jr., bloody and bruised, was still out cold in the back seat of Stephanie’s truck, an occasional moan coming from him as if he were still dreaming about the events of the past few days.

  Then he noticed something that immediately brought him out of his reverie. Feeling h
is front left tire beginning to pull to the side, Frost slowed down and took the first exit he saw, not realizing he had just made the mistake of pulling off into active gang territory. He was exiting into Parkinsville – a town he hadn’t been to since he was a teen. In the back of his mind he wondered if his cousins still lived here – the last he had heard of them, a couple were getting really interested in law enforcement, or becoming a lawyer, or something like that – he couldn’t remember the exact details right off the top of his head.

  Carefully parking on a side street out of the main traffic, Frost quickly got out of his truck and examined the front left tire. “Damn it!” he said as he kicked the ground next to the tire.

  Seeing that the tire had a nail in it and was slowly going flat, and knowing he had made a terrible mistake by pulling into a bad neighborhood, Frost decided to quickly fix the tire of Stephanie’s fancy truck instead of waiting for a tow truck to come and rescue them. They needed to get out of that neighborhood as fast as humanly possible. And undetected too!

  Looking all around him he figured no tow truck would come out here anyway even if it were broad daylight since all he saw were rundown houses spray-painted with gang graffiti and yards lined with nothing but trash, burned out cars and the like. Off in the distance, he heard loud rap music being played somewhere. Hurrying, he opened the truck box, pulled out some tools and got to work, with Stephanie and Simon Jr. still asleep inside, completely unaware of the danger they were now in.

  At that very same time a few blocks away, Ricardo ‘D’ Ramirez, the leader of the ‘Red Fist’ gang, had just been pulled under an old wooden bridge and shown the dead body of a young man shot through the head. Recognizing the body was the missing step-son of the local sheriff, Ricardo instantly becomes furious. Thinking his rival gang the ‘Silver Switchblades’ killed the sheriff’s step-son in order to get the ‘Fists’ in trouble with the cops, Ricardo ordered an Everything-Goes Gang Fight to be carried out at sunup to take out the Switchblades, once and for all.