A Gold Alpha For A Silver Alpha

Mate mate mate mate mate mate mate.

Well, I've found him, now I just have to survive him, so it's a piece of cake, isn't it?

The chocolate wolf keeps growling and barking at me while he looks at me furious. After a few seconds of hesitation I als answer him barking angrily, I wasn't the one who attacked us, even if the girl is known to him, I was just defining myself and my useless half brother who ran away when he had the chance.

I felt the wolf's aura hitting me like a brick against a glass window, not as suffocating and shattering as my parents’ but quite a bit stronger than a rouge should have.

I shook my head as I let my own magic resonate between us, the effect was almost immediate, the wolf stopped wearing. frightened expression and changed to one of confusion. My posture also relaxed as my wolf stopped sensing a threat fror him.

Hesitantly and cautiously the dark-haired man took a step in my direction and as much as his sweet scent was mesmerizing me it was mere instinct that my back bristled and my fangs came into view. After all, kill or no kill, he was st an unfamiliar presence to me, and years of training are not easily forgotten.

He let out a sort of growl as he ducked his head and flattened his ears in a show of peace. He continued to advance little by little and my she-wolf became more nervous than scared. When we were practically face to face, instinct did its thing she hid her fangs and raised her head in search of my partner's touch.

He didn't let me wait, his snout sniffed my face and then licked me while he rubbed himself on my side, a slight growl of satisfaction came from me when his scent finally enveloped me making me forget even my name.

All kinds of sounds could be heard from my partner, who seemed as lost in the moment as I was. So it was no surprise th we became aware too late of the unfamiliar presence of other rouges. At first I thought they were acquaintances of my partner, (just like the girl who was still unconscious behind me and whom I had momentarily forgotten about), but when the dark chocolate wolf barked in warning I realized how tense he was and the defensive pose he adopted.

My partner's wolf was my size, a few inches taller perhaps. But that didn’t stop him from pushing me back with his head z he faced the invaders.

Four wolves came head on clearly threatening us as they bared their teeth and growled. And even though my own destine mate was a rouge, a wild wolf, these wolves looked truly unhinged. Their eyes lacked that human intelligence gleam that shape-shifters had, they were incredibly thin, bordering on anorexia it seemed to me as I could count each and every one of their ribs, apart from the countless scars I could see where there wasn't enough fur.

In another moment I would have felt sorry or worried, but when the two closest to me launched an attack on my mate all consideration disappeared from my heart and Casiana snatched control from me before I could analyze what was happening.

Run!

commanded a male voice in my head and my wolf knew immediately that it was my mate.

My mate attacked and drove the rouges away as best he could, but I knew he wasn't going to be able to alone when a thir one jumped out to attack him as well.

Duck.

I pushed the thought in his direction because despite being injured from my fight with Leonardo and later the white she- wolf 1 was still not at the limit of my abilities.

The rouges had crowded around my mate thinking he was the target to beat as he was the male and I was injured, a mistake they would not have made had they been rational wolves analyzing my size clearly Alpha.

My mate tensed when he heard my command but complied a second later, just in time for me to land on top of one of th wolves that had him surrounded. If I had control of my body I would have subdued the wolf after exchanging a few blows but as my wolf saw all red from the attack on her destined mate, she didn't think before digging her claws into the anima face dragging it to the ground, where she subsequently ripped out its throat with her fangs.

It was so fast that the rouge did not have time to scream for help or pain, from one second to the other it was already dead, and my body was already moving to attack the next one. Great was my surprise to find my mate with blood sliding from his muzzle and covering his fur while two carcasses were lying around him.

I barked in his direction with concern not knowing if he was hurt, the fourth rouge that had stayed away chose that moment to attack me, a growl sounded behind me in warning and I was able to dodge the wolf's claws by the hair, but a bite on my right paw made me howl in pain. I wanted to defend myself but before I could fight back the dark chocolate w already had his jaws on the rouge’s limbs as he pulled him away from me.

As soon as he let go of me my mate got on top of him and mercilessly started pawing in all directions, I squealed a little I imped to get closer to get his attention. But he kept ignoring me until my head pushed his side. Only then did he stop leaving the rouge bleeding out.

My mate turned his body suddenly in my direction making me fall to avoid us colliding, I groaned and the adrenaline fron the fights started to wear off as fatigue worked its way through my system.

Mate mate mate mate mate mate mate.

Well, I've found him, now I just have to survive him, Piece of cake right?

In a matter of a blink of an eye the chocolate wolf disappeared and a human, a man more specifically took his place. He was tall, with tousled hair the same shade of dark brown as his wolf, his eyes were thick green, the same color as the tree around us, long eyelashes that made me envious, a masculine square jaw with strong and marked features, full lips, wide and straight nose. His skin was a light shade of cinnamon while his muscles were marked despite being slender.

In a matter of a blink of an eye the chocolate wolf disappeared and a human, a man more specifically took his place. He was tall, with tousled hair the same shade of dark brown as his wolf, his eyes were thick green, the same color as the tree around us, long eyelashes that made me envious, a masculine square jaw with strong and marked features, full lips, wide and straight nose. His skin was a light shade of cinnamon while his muscles were marked despite being slender.

But what made the air disappear from my lungs were the four long scars that crossed his chest, scars clearly made by a wolf's paw, I shuddered to think of how deep the wound must have been to leave that scar.

The man noticed my shudder and his body tensed, his features becoming disfigured in tension and sadness.

-Are you going to reject me? he asked in a raspy but forceful tone.

But what stupidity is this human saying.

Casiana growled in my head and also in the direction of our partner, who upon hearing us turned her attention to the gir who was lying unconscious. He walked in her direction and then knelt down and what I assumed was to check her condition.

Look what you accomplished silly, now he’s upset with us.

So go and fix him.

ll do it just because I want to, not because you're ordering me to.

And just like that the control of my body returned to my hands, the first thing I did was to return to my human form and ignore the fact that we were all naked.

I stood up slowly trying not to rest my foot hurt by the rouge, hissed inevitably and cursed in Latin.

From the few words I remembered from Mom's classes.

-0s fractum, reparatione, tollere dolor, sanitas- I repeated aloud the words my mother had taught us in case one of us go hurt and we had nothing or no one to heal us nearby Os fractum, reparatione, tollere dolor, sanitas-~

I closed my eyes so I could concentrate as I controlled my breathing, images of my injuries flashed through my subconscious, the bruises on my back, the tear in my right leg, a blow to my cheekbone, my numb right arm. I could see perfectly well how my body was struggling to heal at a fast pace as it did not feel safe in an unfamiliar environment.

-0s fractum, reparatione, tollere dolor, sanitas-. I said again with more conviction and this time I opened my eyes as heat spread through my whole body, I felt them glow just as they did every time I used the magic of my blood. I focused my ga on my mate who had turned his face to look at me with intrigue and curiosity.

“What are you? He asked me and I smiled at him as I leaned my foot back and walked in his direction.

“What a ridiculous question, I am a werewolf, a shape shifter, a lycan, humans have dozens if not hundreds of ways to cal us," 1 tried not to let my tone of voice reveal how nervous I was, I swallowed saliva as I crouched down next to him, “You 2 a wolf too, a rouge because I can't find the scent of a pack on you and I know them all. But more importantly, you are my mate and I am so grateful to know you. I told him sincerely.

The man stared at me and I couldn't decipher what his eyes were conveying, my hands shook from inspection but I force myself not to back away as I commanded my heart to control itself.

When she opened her mouth to say something the fainted one chose that moment to wake up with a coughing fit, causin my mate to return his attention to her. And my she-wolf yelled in my head about it.

She is very hurt, did Leonardo do this? I ask and the hatred distilled from that question capturing my full attention.

No, Leonardo didn't do it, I did. My tone was hard and inflexible, he turned in my direction and his fangs grew as he growled.

“What, why, why, why? He demanded and I bared my fangs too.

Because he attacked us, for that reason, nothing would have happened to him if he hadn't intervened in something that didn't concern him.

-And what do you know about what concerns us? He said in a low and abrupt tone, and that hurt me deeply.

1 am your life partner. Why are you holding it against me? I replied and pain slipped in my voice, immediate regret was reflected in the green eyes of the male but he didn't make any gesture to apologize, he only returned his attention to the white-haired girl- As you wish- I stood up and walked a couple of steps away- I wasted many hours thinking about a male who is not even interested in me, my parents are going to love to hear this- I muttered under my breath.

I closed my eyes and let my sense of smell concentrate on my half-brother's scent, but with so many scents obscuring hir it was impossible for me to find his scent, I opened my eyes while clenching my fists and cursing in every possible language.

I focused on finding his footprints just to avoid paying attention to the pain in my chest caused by the person I had been obsessed with for a couple of days.

When I found them I silenced the sounds around me and my eyes analyzed the depth of them, he had run in his wolf forr which 1 found incredible since I had broken his paw to avoid just that.

-For not being a silver wolf his recovery is better than the average wolf, but well, dad's blood is also more powerful than normal, even if it's diluted- I mumbled to myself.

Howls sounded in the distance and I recognized several pack members calling me back.

I growled because my parents would give me a hard time for not returning with my useless half-brother.

Not to mention Jackson's taunts...

I sighed as I rubbed my eyes trying to come up with a plan. Even without seeing him I felt my mate's gaze on me.

How was I going to convince him to come to my pack, because despite how badly our first interaction had gone, he was st my other half and I hadn't stood up against my parents for the first time in my life for nothing.

He would go home with me even if he didn't want to.

In the end I went back to where I was before, kneeling at the white she-wolf's shoulders, and tried not to think about all the rules and laws I was breaking the second I brought my wrist up to my mouth as I let my fangs pierce my skin letting m silver blood flow. Then I brought my wrist up to the girl's mouth, where her cold lips made contact with my skin, I used m other hand to separate them a little to allow a better flow.

“What are you doing? Asked my mate, who now I remembered and according to Max was named Rafael.

Helping her, we have to go but if we move her in this state 'm not sure what will happen to her. My blood will help her recover faster. I answered serenely and with my soul in suspense for his answer.

“Where are we going? He asked me after a moment and I almost sighed with relief when he didn't fight me on the decisio made.

To my pack, we're not far, if we transform we can be there in thirty minutes at the most. Relief came out of each of my words, but Rafael’s body tensed more with every second.

~Your pack, we can't go there, we are..”. And he fell silent, I turned to look at him and gasped at the shattering sadness in his expression, his beautiful eyes avoiding mine.

I used one of my hands to take his that was fisted on his thigh, a shudder, like an electric current slipped between the tw of us and I knew in his soul he too could hear the resonance of the word that changes werewolves’ lives.

Matt.

Everything will be fine, your friend needs all the help she can get, help you're not going to find outside the safety of a pack. Besides, I'm sure you both want to see Max. Please, Rafael. I asked in the tone I normally used to get my way.

But maybe I forgot that I wasn’t supposed to know his name, or Max's, I bit my lip hoping he wouldn't take my words in a bad way. But to my luck and delight his green eyes did not look at me with annoyance, but shone with excitement and fullness.

“What did you call me? he asked in a whisper.

Rafael... I answered in a half-voice and swallowed saliva, “That's your name, isn't it? I asked hesitantly and praying that I wasn’t mistaken.

A bright smile was my reward, one of his hands, (the one that wasn't holding mine), approached my face and moved away several strands of hair that obstructed my sight, leaving a tingling where his skin touched mine.

1 think I'm at a disadvantage, since you seem to know more about me and I don't know anything about you. What's your name? He half smiled and I smiled as blood ran down my cheeks.

The howls were heard again and with all the regret in the world I moved away from his touch, getting to my feet.

They're waiting for me, you transform first and I'll place your friend on your back so you can carry her- I grimaced as tho words left my mouth, Casiana was definitely against what I said, and I think Raphael noticed my quick regret of that sentence as he let out a low chuckle before letting his wolf out.

I swallowed saliva from being so close to the animal, and my fingertips tingled with the need to run them through its shir fur, I barely restrained myself and concentrated on picking up the wounded one and positioning it so Rafael could carry without the risk of it falling easily.

It took a few moments, then I was unable to restrain myself and let my hands caress my companion’s mane. A satisfied growl came from the back of his throat and I smiled in satisfaction, licked my dry lips and stood on my tiptoes to reach h car.

“My name is Juliet,” I whispered and then blew lightly, causing him to wince and laugh, “Come on, try to keep up with me i you can.

It's a beautiful name for a beautiful female.

it rang in my head and Casiana howled with happiness.

I walked away and the transformation happened more smoothly than the last few times, my bones broke and my organs rearranged themselves in an instant.

I stretched my tired limbs before howling to announce my return to the waiting guards, then motioned with my head for her to follow me.

We both trotted at a reasonable pace to avoid hurting the girl whose name I did not yet know. And I have no idea what w going through my partner's head, but through mine were passing all the motives, reasons, and valid points that I was goir to have to present to my parents when they asked me why Leonardo was not with me, but instead two rouges accompani me.

One who was my destined partner, and another who was wounded and who was responsible for two attempts on my life. I swallowed hard and sent a mental message to my twin asking for support, while summarizing the story as best I could. Well, at least I couldn't complain that my life was boring or tedious.