The Female Alpha SAMPLE

The Female Alpha 12-Two Steps Backwards

Mikalya's P.O.V:

I was fuming as I stormed out of the kitchen.

The nerve of that man!

How dare he roam around my house like he belongs here! How dare he talk to my people like he has the right to? How dare he! Does he think I'm joking with him? I turn my back on the man once and he goes around exploring my pack house like it's an amusement park with a 'free exploration' tag.

I needed a run. That arrogant, dominating, stupid, selfish, ALPHA was getting on my last nerves and I needed to sweat him out of my system for good. I know I'll have to bear with him sticking around for a couple days and I also knew that his reasons for staying were entirely personal no matter how much bullshits about it being a 'mission to find out if the pack is a violent one', that doesn't mean I'm liking it one bit. I want him gone as soon as possible and I'll see to it that he runs out of excuses soon. After all, no Alpha can stay away from his pack forever.

I rushed out of the solid concrete pack manor and tore off my clothes as my bones cracked and reformed and muscles bulged to take the shape of another being. Light engulfed me as the pain and pleasures of the transformation tore through my body. Soon, Mikalya Carnell was gone and the white wolf took off running towards the snow covered woods on the mountain slopes.

But I wasn't alone. I could almost feel him following me. His scent that of the sun and sand and of the green forest that bordered his lands. I ran harder, faster, determined to leave him eating my dust, because right now, if he got any closer, I feared I'd rip him to shreds.

I'm not usually violent with strangers, but if someone threatens my pack, my family, then it's a different story altogether. Some people might think of me as an ungrateful, unfeeling bitch, but that's what I let everyone see. That's what I let everyone else believe. No one truly knew the real me anymore and sometimes I wonder if there was even a bit of myself left in me. That part of me that had once yearned for the comfort of the mating bond has gone through too much to trust wholeheartedly ever again. And those who had known the real me are no longer alive.

No one knows what it feels like to be stripped of your dignity, your sanity. No one knows what it's like to be treated as something worse than dirt, just because you're different. No one knows but me.

I had been so distracted by my thoughts that I hadn't realized when my pace had slowed and that it had given a chance for Rhys to catch up to me.

One moment, I was running through the snow covered mountains and the next I was rolling down a snow covered hills, with Rhys on top of me. The slope wasn't too steep so we came to a landing soon after, but I did not like the fact that Rhys was taking that opportunity to stand over me like he was in a superior position.

'Get off me!' I growled, snapping my teeth at him.

Contrary to popular belief that wolves could only communicate with its pack through the pack bond, wolves could actually communicate with any other wolves that they wanted to communicate with, especially between Alpha's. It's just like human language, we can communicate with other people who know our language easily, but the unknown language takes a bit longer to understand. Since Rhys and I were both Alpha's, the communication becomes easier than communicating with his pack.

'Now don't get snappy with me, mate,' I could hear the arrogance in his voice.

'We are not mates! You don't belong here and as soon as this stupid investigation of yours is done, you will be getting the hell out of my land before I do kill you for good and start a damn war!' I felt like a goddamned stuck tape recorder having to say the same words over and over again. When is he going to get the point across that I'm not interested!