I Am The Alpha (Part 1/2)

I am the Alpha - Part 60

“Yes.” I whisper as agony reels through me. Gasps echo through the clearing and some of them wince from my fragile, broken tone.

“Why?” Keith asks coming to stand next to Cole, showing me how similar they really are. The only difference is their age and their eyes. Even though Keith’s dark features would usually be more dangerous looking somehow Cole’s piercing blue eyes make him look even more dangerous.

“So you have no reason to hurt them. So I don’t have to go through their agony as well as my own.” I glare up at them both with pure hatred.

“Erin we never meant to hurt you, but you belong with us.” Cole tells me hi voice deep and caring as he once again stares into my eyes this time softly.

“I will never be with you.” I tell him flatly before turning my back on him and walking to the other end of the fire to another empty log and sitting down, crossing my legs under me.

“Oh I’m sorry did I make you leave your boyfriend too, or should I say boyfriends....it was quite hard to tell which one you were actually with.” Cole calls across to me.

“I wasn’t with anyone; I was messing with your head.” I mutter bitterly knowing they’ll all hear me. A few chuckles ripple around those around me and Cole glares at me with a smile on his lips, finding it amusing.

“I’m sure you have a long trail of ex’s who’ll be devastated that you’re gone.” Keith smirks evilly.

“I can’t say I have. I’m not really into fucking around with players or becoming an STD storage container, that’s your carrier path.” I growl bitterly and several members of Cole’s pack including Cole crack up laughing at the pissed off look on Keith’s face. He growls at them before turning to look at his pack and nodding at them before he runs out of the clearing followed by all but 3 of them and ten guards also rush off to guard around the edge of the camp along with the border to my territory.

“Oh I see the arrangement you got yourself a pack of guard dogs?” I ask snidely and Cole grins in confirmation. How sick can he get? “Pathetic.” I watch with amusement as his smirk turns into a frown.

“Don’t be like that Erin I know you of all people can respect power when you see it.” His smirks returns as his eyes search mine for something. He thinks he’ll ever have my respect? If he had picked up a blunt stick and shoved it through my heart it would have been less painful then what he put me through.

“All I see if a pack of mutts playing a game of fear and blackmail, not much to respect.”

“Oh Come on Erin you can’t honestly say you look at me and see a mutt playing games.” He grins flirtatiously, full of himself much?

“When I look at you....” I trail off lustfully looking up and down his body slowly, biting my lip to prevent myself from snickering as he gulps quietly, his eyes wide with lust, “I see... a monster.” I finish viciously and honestly. Did he honestly think I was checking him out hours after he took me away from everyone I ever loved? I growl quietly as he gapes at me in shock his eyes filled with disappointment.

He opens his mouth to say something but gets cut off by his phone blasting out of his pocket. How the hell does he have reception here? I watch silently as he pulls I out of his pocket and checks for the caller before accepting the call and strolling out of the circle taking one look behind his shoulder at me.

I look at the remaining nine remaining guys, three from Keith’s and Six from Cole’s Pack. Two of the guys from Cole’s pack get up and head over towards me cautiously as if their worried I’ll take a snap at them, what chickens. Sure normally they would be justified because I would but not while we’re still this close to my territory. I look up as they approach examining them closely. The first one looks around eighteen and has unusual teal eyes shine that seem to gleam with intelligence and are partially covered by a mop of silky, black hair. The second guy also looks about eighteen and has equally strange amber/yellow eyes which complement his deep brown hair that has a strange red sheen to it; he has an athletic build which I can clearly see through his tight black shirt and fitting, grey jeans. Of course being werewolves they’re drop dead gorgeous and most likely players ....because there aren’t enough of those in the world already.