Diary of a True Alpha

by C Y Jones

  “Have you had enough, my love? Are you ready to go home now? Come willingly and I’ll let them live,” he bargains.

  I’m a True Alpha, my priority is to my pack, my mates. I serve to protect them. If I leave with him he will spare them, but as soon as he finds out I’m carrying my mates pups he will kill me and go back and kill them. I cannot yield. I have to fight, even if it will cost me my life. I know he sees the decision I have made on my face, and he tosses Ethan to the ground like he’s nothing but paper and I scream when he kicks him in the temple, knocking him out before standing in a fighting stance.

  “So be it. Don’t expect me to go easy on you,” he states, sounding more animal as he lets his wolf take control. I fucking hate him with every fiber of my being. I want him dead. I don't care if it’s a quick death as long as he’s dead.

  His eyes glow an eerie grey, but I’m not afraid. Axil Bloodmoon no longer scares me. I’m a True Alpha I repeat to myself over and over as we circle each other. I will never be afraid of this overgrown bully again. In fact, he should be scared of me. My own wolf growls inside me as she agrees and it gives me comfort. Using her instincts, she helps track his movements. We attack at the same time. His right fist aims for my temple, and I duck, leaving two swift jabs to his side before moving out of his reach. Like my father, he's more powerful, but my smaller stature makes me quicker. He chuckles darkly, and his eyes light in amusement as I circle him again. The big bastard is toying with me. I’m not his fucking entertainment. When he fakes a right, and instead kicks out with his left foot, I almost stumble over the long train of my dress as I move away.

  “You won’t win Aspen, give up,” he orders.

  “Never,” I growl, ripping the bottom of my dress to make it easier for me to move around.

  Unrestricted now, I go after him, and on nimble feet, I spin kick, catching him in his chest and he stumbles backwards. Taking advantage of the opening, I push forward, sweep low with my leg, and he falls hard to the ground. Lunging for him, I take a move out of his book and fake a hit to his left side, instead twisting at the last second and land an elbow to his ribs, and then bring my elbow to the side of his head when he folds in himself from the blow. Even with the pain I know he’s feeling, he catches my arm and twists, but I snach my arm back and deliver a series of punches to his midsection as I get away.

  Pissed, he stalks after me like an overgrown giant, and I flip backwards. His hand catches my hair and he wraps it in his fist, pulling me backwards. I cry out in pain as my body feels the strain. Panicking, I grab hold of his wrist and throw my leg around his neck, using all the strength in my legs to send us to the ground in a heap. I groan as we hit the dirt hard, but Axil doesn’t even seem to be affected and grabs my arm, twisting it painfully. I scream as I hear something break. He pulls flipping me on my stomach, and his knee presses me in the small of my back slamming me onto the ground until my mouth is eating dirt.

  “I think I like this position,” he grunts as he holds me down. I turn my head scraping my cheek along the dirt and grass and my eyes lock onto Ethan’s unconscious body. Rocking my body, I try to push up to dislodge Axil off me, but he’s too heavy and his hold on me is strong. “Stay still,” he growls.

  Above me, I hear the ruffling of my dress as one of his hands gropes my arse cheeks, rubbing and squeezing the soft globes. “Hmm, I think as my prize I’ll fuck this sweet ass right here, right now,” he ponders. “Your mates will wake to see me buried deep inside you.”

  Again I try to shake him off, screaming in frustration as his hand continues to explore my arse. One handed, he rips my lace knickers, and when his finger slides inside my puckered hole, I lose my shite. Inside me my wolf roars, and I feel myself filling with power. I will not be a victim ever again. Too distracted by his lust, he doesn’t feel the change in me until it’s too late, and he’s flying across the field as I flip him off me like a bucking bull. On shaky feet I stand. The power is swirling around me, and my hair hovers around my head like a halo. I know without seeing them, my eyes are glowing, and the flames from my fire power lights my hands. I hurdle fireball after fireball at Axil who doges them using his speed. He spins, kicking up with his left foot, and I block the blow with my forearm.

  “You think you’re special. You’re nothing but a pup playing dress up,” he roars, coming at me again.

  He’s pissed, but so am I. He thought he was easily going to defeat me, but I’m more of a challenge than he bargained for. We both move inhumanly fast, our fist flying as we match each other blow for blow, kick for kick. Every time I would use my powers, he would block, and everytime he tried to use his strength, I was able to counter. Ethan’s groans from the ground is what distracts me enough for Axil to grab me by the neck in a choking hold, and he holds me high in the air. I can’t breathe and the pressure in my head thumps against my temples.

  “Aspen,” Ethan grunts, but I can’t turn my head to see him. My vision is consumed by the grey furious gaze of the monster that has ahold of me.

  “Come any closer and I’ll snap her neck,” he threatens. I don’t know which of my mates he’s talking to. Probably Ethan, but I can feel Logan and Mekka’s panic mixed with my own. “This is how it’s going to be isn’t it? You’ll fight me tooth and nail until I have no choice and will have to end you. Why should I let you live?” The psycho questions.

  His grip tightens. I couldn’t voice an answer if I wanted to. Already, black spots were dancing in front of my eyes, and I know I’ll soon black out. He stares at me like he’s searching my face for an answer, and when he doesn’t see what he wants, I could practically feel his resolve as he decides to kill me. Closing my eyes, I reach deep inside myself gathering as much of my fiery embers as I had left. I’ve used all I had fighting him, but I dug in deep all the way to the dregs, lifted my weak limbs, and held my hands out, but instead of the fire I was trying to form, a spear of ice leaves my palms and impales Axil straight through the heart. He drops me, and flies backwards from the force. His hand flies to his chest trying to pull the spear out, but it stays put and I watch confused, as well as in awe, as the ice spreads all over his body until he’s completely encased.

  “What the actual fuck?” I murmur mostly to myself.

  Ethan limps over to me, and pulls me to him holding me in a tight embrace. “Are you ok?” He mumbles against my neck. The others join us and I feel their warmth, drawing comfort from it. I don’t answer, I just cry, relieved that the arsehole is dead and this is finally over.

  “Aspen,” Trevor shouts, and we break apart as he runs over to us. His hair is messy with leaves and twigs scattered throughout, and he has scratches and bits of blood on his skin.

  “Are you ok?” He asks breathlessly. “I tried to get here as soon as I could, but the fighting was thick over by the main house. It was where they focused their attack, thinking the wolves from the ceremony would be still be there. Thank fuck you decided on a small ceremony, and the guests were able to leave quickly to the reception area.”

  “I’m fine,” I croak, nodding my head towards Axil’s frozen body.

  His eyes widen when he sees the body, and moves his head looking back and forth between me and Axil like a ping pong match.

  “I don’t know how, so don’t ask,” I tell him before he could inquire. “Has the fighting stopped?”

  “Yes, the Greywolf Alpha and his pack was a huge help, and we were able to contain the fighting in one area. Many of the Bloodmoon wolves ran off and two of Axil’s Betas are dead.”

  “And us?” I inquire. He already knew what I was asking. I know we lost wolves, I can feel their deaths. I could check myself through the link, but I was barely able to stand as it is. I used up everything I had fighting Axil.

  “Four,” he answers gravely.

  After giving them a moment of silence, I say, “we will bury them with honor, and their mates will be taken care of.” Trevor nods and I move to walk forward. When I stumble, Mekka collects me in his arms, lifting me easily
and before we even get back to the main house, my eyes have closed and blackness greets me.

  19

  Aspen

  I wake wrapped up in my mate’s arms. It’s been a week since the fight. A week since I killed Axil, and ended his reign of terror, or so I thought. All I managed to do was kill one general for another one to take his place. Brian, Axil’s creepy Beta, has taken over the pack now, leading them just as viciously as Axil. I would love to say after all that my mates and I get to live out happily ever after, but it’s been my mates and I putting in a lot of long hours fixing a pack that has already seen it’s challenges.

  We had a ceremony for the wolves we lost in the fight and buried them with honor. Two of them had mates, and true to my word, I made sure their families were well taken care of. Next, we had to deal with Kassie. She broke her left arm and leg hitting that tree, but her injuries didn’t stop her sentencing for the crimes she committed against me and her pack. Most of the wolves from Greywolf were already here, and they, with a few higher ups of my wolves, stood witness as her Alpha, excommunicated her from all wolves pack and sentenced her to live at the Saint Michaels Disciplinary Academy for Supernaturals. I have to admit, I was surprised he really went through with it, and judging by Kassie’s face as she stood front and center, she was shocked too. It’s not like she didn’t deserve it, and a very small part of me felt sorry for her. Axil was right when he said she would do anything to protect herself, to survive. I don’t know what her future holds for her, but I do hope she learns something. Like I did, she needs to change. She can’t keep living her life like this. Maybe she’ll find it deep down to reform herself from her wickedness, or maybe she’ll continue to crash and burn, who fucking knows? What I do know is that after she’s well enough to travel, she’ll be gone.

  Since the fight, Mekka has been researching my wacky powers. I’ve never been able to wield ice before. It was crazy, just like when I was able to use my ability as a wolf when I was fighting my father. Regardless of how they came about, I’m grateful for them. They appeared out of nowhere and saved my life both times I needed them, so who cares where they came from?

  Also we’re investigating what happened to Axil’s body. When my mates sent wolves out to retrieve it so it could be burned, it was missing. Now I’m sure he didn’t thaw that quickly and walk away, so we could only assume one of his Betas retrieved him. My bet is on Brian. He seemed oddly close to Axil, in a creepy way. The not knowing is what’s really killing me. Is he still dead? Did they take him and thaw him out like poultry? Do they really think they can resurrect him like Frankenstein? So many questions, and no answers. For my pups living inside me, I shouldn't stress so much, but it’s hard not to worry.

  “I can feel your thoughts, sweetheart, stop thinking about that arsehole,” Mekka grumbles with a sleepy voice.

  “I can’t help it,” I pout.

  “Then maybe we should take your mind off him,” Logan says mischievously.

  “What do you have in mind?” I ask, playing along.

  “Why don’t we start here?” Ethan says, moving down my body.

  He lightly trails his fingertips as he moves, and I shiver with anticipation. Moving closer, Mekka takes my lips and kisses me softly at first before it turns hard and demanding. I moan into his mouth, loving the way his tongue dominates mine. Happily distracted by Mekka, Logan moves his mouth to my naked breast. I have been taking to not wearing clothes to bed, we all have. His other hand pinches one already hard nipple as his tongue swirls around the other and he sucks and bites, leaving ‘I was here marks’ on my skin. Ethan has reached his destination and I arch my back when his tongue barges through my center like it’s invading the fort. All the sensations they were eliciting swirl in my head, and all thoughts of Axil disappear, just like his body did. They’re right. Who fucking cares when I have them? I’m falling over the edge and soon I’m cumming, screaming their names for the whole house to hear.

  Ethan moves his head from between my legs. His chin is shiny with my essence. I have to admit it turned me on even more, and I could feel myself growing wetter, drenching the sheets. They must be communicating with each other in their heads because, Logan releases my tit with a loud pop and Mekka pulls away from the spot on my neck he was happily nibbling on. Giving me a cocky grin, Ethan grabs my arm and pulls me toward him until I’m straddling his lap. He lifts me, his hands braced firmly on my hips and he slams me down his length. I cry out in pure bliss as his huge cock fills me. Giving me a second to adjust, he kisses me, and I taste myself on him. When he pulls away, he starts to move and I ride him just the way he likes it. Moving myself up and down, withering around like a snake as I moan his name. Logan moves behind me and he presses down on the center of my back. I know what he's going to do, and I get excited, making Ethan’s pathway a little more slippier.

  “Hmm, I can feel your excitement, princess. Does the thought of me in your tight pussy and my brother in your ass turn you on?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “What about all three of us taking you at the same time? Do you want that?” He whispers. His voice rough as he pictures me taking them all at once. I can’t even answer I just moan at the graphic visual. I hear someone moving, and when I opened my eyes, Mekka is kneeling on the side of me. His huge cock gripped firmly in his hand as he strokes it. Taking advantage of my distraction, Logan gathers some of my cum from my pussy and uses it to lube my arse before pushing his cock inside. Ethan slows his descent, and Mekka continues to pump his cock in front of my face. A bead of cum gathers on the tip, and I stick my tongue out, licking it. I hum in appreciation at the taste, and use my tongue to explore some more, swirling it around his thick head. He groans and his hand fists tightly in my hair, pressing me farther down his length until the more is in my mouth and hitting the back of my throat.

  “That’s it, baby. Take me completely in your mouth.” I start to choke, but I relax my throat, and he slides in even more until his whole cock disappears in my mouth. “Holy shit,” he hisses.

  “That good huh?” Logan comments, before thrusting all the way in.

  I cry out, but the sound is muffled around Mekka’s dick, which encourages him to start to move faster, done with being nice. Ethan’s restraint has also snapped, and his hold on my hips turns bruising as he lifts me up and down his dick and canters his hips to the movement so he thrusting in deeper and deeper as he goes. Logan mimics his movements, sliding in my arse just as intensely until they all move in tandem. I’m so fucking full of them. I’ve never taken all three of them at once before. It doesn’t take long for me to cum, screaming around Mekka’s cock. The vibrations take him with me, and I swallow his cum as it fills my mouth, some slipping out of the corner, dripping down my chin. Ethan cums next, filling my insides as he bites down on my neck. Logan is last.He cums hard, roaring my name as he fills my arse with his seed. I was full of them and I fucking loved it. They could bathe me in their seed and I would be content and happy. We all fall back on the bed, sated, and they hold me close.

  “I love you,” I tell them, and they repeat it back. This is bliss. This is us.

  20

  Aspen

  Eight Months Later

  You would think being a bad arse True Alpha would make giving birth easier, but it does not. It’s just as painful as humans say it is, but we don’t get the good drugs like they do. What’s the point? It doesn’t work on us. Also, most humans don’t have to worry about having more than one child. So far, I’m still having four as they all have survived this far.

  “Come on, firecracker, on the next contraction, I need you to push,” Logan prompts from between my legs. I can hear the strain in his voice.

  I’m not the first delivery he has performed, but I am his mate so it makes the whole process more stressful, especially now. Something is wrong, I can feel it in the air, but his head is locked up tight and I can’t read his thoughts. Both Mekka and Ethan are on either side of me, holding my hands, channeling their suppo
rt with their own looks of worry on their faces. The next contraction hits me, and I scream as I push hard. Below I feel a gush kind of like when my water broke but heavier..

  “That’s it little guy, come to daddy,” he says in a gentle tone, and if I weren’t in so much pain I would laugh. “Oh shit,” Logan says suddenly and I try to sit up worried, but both Ethan and Mekka gently push me back down.

  “What the hell is going on?” I cry out.

  Doc, who's standing beside Logan, immediately jumps into action. Ethan moves from my side, and all three of them are moving about with frantic looks on their faces.

  “What the hell is going on?” I repeat, shouting this time.

  “Nothing bad, baby, two of the pups came out right after each other,” Logan answers with a huge smile on his face.

  When Ethan comes back within my visual, I see him holding a tiny baby in his arms as Doc holds the other. Since I did not want Jessie anywhere near my pups, I ordered her not to be here, so Doc is acting as nurse and takes the babies, cleaning them off before laying them on my chest. The skin to skin contact helps regulate the baby’s temperature faster as well as jump start the bond. Both pups are boys who look completely identical, all the way to their dark tuft of hair and beautiful Caribbean blue eyes ringed with gold at the edges. It was the most unique pair of eyes I have ever seen, and they were both absolutely perfect. The pain of another contraction takes over, and I hold in my scream so to not startle the babies on my chest while I pushed. A loud cry fills the room, and I almost cry from the sound of it. Doc lifts another child and all I see is the golden hair as he cleans the baby off. Mekka takes one of the twins from me, and when Doc is finished, he lays another little boy on my chest. His eyes were closed at first, but as soon as his head lays on my breast, he opens them showing off a beautiful pair of emerald green eyes. Just like his brothers, his was also ringed with gold at the edges.