The Rogue Alpha’s Claim

“Alpha. The shipments have arrived, and we need your signature.” Mason, the beta of the rogue pack, said to his Alpha.

The man in question looked up from his desk and eyed his Beta, his jaw set in a frown. He is what every young lady would consider hot, with an aura like that of a god and a well-chiseled face that has been sculpted by the moon goddess herself.

“Alright. Give me a minute, and I will be there.” He replied, returning to his work. “Meanwhile, another request just came in from the Blood Moon Alpha, and he is requesting our services.”

Mason sighed aloud before proceeding to dump himself on the chair in front of Kane. “What does he want this time?”

Kane paused his writing and turned to look at his friend and the man he considered his brother. “He needs our help in taking over a pack, and he is offering to pay a lot.”

“Isn’t that against the law?” Mason queried, “I don’t get werewolves; why would you want to destroy another pack and claim it? Why isn’t the Alpha King saying anything about it?” His forehead furrowed into a frown as the very thought of it gave him a nasty headache.

“Why is it surprising to you? This isn’t our first rodeo, and they do it all the time. And the truth is, I don’t even care again; they can fuck themselves up if they like, but I am taking the job. The money is too good to pass.” Kane stated, leaving no room for argument, and Mason shrugged.

“Alright. When should we start preparing?”

A little smile formed on Kane’s lips, and he looked up at him. “Soon.”

The rogue park, as their pack was fondly called, is just as the name implies. They have been the outcasts of their packs, left to suffer a terrible end in the woods, but fate has managed to bring them together.

Of them all, Kane was the largest, standing at 6’3 ft., and his wolf was the largest among them all and feral, so he naturally became the Alpha.

To humans, they were known as rogue mafias, one of the deadliest underground movements in the United States, and they specialized in the sale of weapons and arms.

However, what had brought them to the limelight and made them rich and popular was assassination. They had trained soldiers and specialized in terminating people if you have the money, and you wouldn’t imagine how many people sort for their expertise every day.

And one was the Bloodmoon Pack.

Bloodmoon Park was a fierce pack in the United States, and they were easily the third strongest in the states. They grew their own resources and had their own services that they rendered to humans.

But they had a rival.

The Moonlight Pack shared a boundary with them, and they had been longtime enemies. It was so bad that if anyone entered the opposing pack, he or she was killed right away.

Their rivalry has been long, and everyone was aware of it, but this was the first time they needed the service of the rogue pack.

Now they could always take the moonlight pack, but the alpha didn’t deem them worthy to get his hands soiled, hence the reason he hired the rogue pack.

“Have the weapons been tested?” Kane barked at his third-in-command, Toby. Toby was in charge of war and coordinating attacks.

“Yes Alpha. The guns have been tested, and they work fine, but we are yet to try out the bombs.”

Kane shook his head, looking around the armory. He had managed to turn a deserted forest into a storehouse for the latest weapons, and he was proud of himself.

There was a hint of a smile on his lips as he thought of the money that would be entering his account in a few days. “Gather the men; we attack in two days.”

“Yes Alpha.”

“I want to go with you.” Ariel whined, clutching her father’s pants tightly. He was supposed to be in a meeting with the elders in the pack, but he was being held by his daughter—a spoilt daddy’s girl.

And it was all his fault.

“Baby, you know you can’t follow me there. We will be discussing adult things, and you will get bored.” Her dad tried to explain, but Ariel wouldn’t hear the end of it.

She shook her head, her luscious brown curls bouncing around her as she did. “I want to go with you.” Ariel whined, clutching her father’s pants with a grip that surprised even the alpha.

The alpha looked at his wife with a plea, a sigh releasing from him as he signaled her to help him, and the Luna chuckled as she moved towards them, gently prying her daughter’s hand away.

"Come on, Ari, don’t be a baby. Your dad needs to go now, but I promise you, when he gets back, you can have him to yourself.” The Luna tried to reason with her daughter, but Ariel wasn’t ready to hear anything about it.

It was no rumor that she had a bias towards her father, and while girls her age would prefer their own company, she preferred to be with her father.

“Only if you promise to stay up later than usual.”

“Ariel, we already talked about this, you need eight hours of sleep as a growing child. And it will not be possible if you sleep later than your set time.”

Ariel rolled her eyes, not surprised. There was a reason she liked her dad better. Her mom was so strict that she was sure she had no fun in her bones. “Mom, I am not a child anymore. I am going to be the next alpha, and you have to start treating me like that!”

The Luna opened her mouth to reprimand her, but the frantic pounding of feet on the floor distracted her.

The footsteps grew louder, their rhythm heavy with urgency, closing in on them, and the Luna stood up. The messenger burst into view and stood in front of her leader, her body hunched forward as she tried to catch her breath. Yet, despite her exhaustion, she knew she had to pass on her message.

“They are here!” She yelled in one breath.