Alpha Maximus：The last lycan

Chapter 8

Hope

Alpha Tate holds me against the wall.

‘If you continue to refuse to help me, you’ll be of no use to me or this pack and I will kill you myself,

once I have killed that lycan! What have you decided? Heal the pack, or die with the lycan?’ He asks,

and I keep silent, looking down. ‘Answer me!’ He yells, grabbing my face.

‘I'd rather die, than help a pathetic coward of an alpha like you,’ I whisper. He strikes me across

the face, splitting my lip, and throws me to the ground.

‘If you want to die, fine!’ He yells, slamming the iron door shut. I cry, and some pack warriors enter

the cell next to mine not long after. They pay no attention to me, shaking from the cold.

They’re holding big heavy chains. They’re preparing for the lycan. There are plenty of other cells. I

don't like that they’re putting the lycan in the cell right next to me.

What if he reaches through the bars and kills me? I’m very nervous. Will they give the lycan a

quick death? Will I get a quick death? I wonder if he is as ferocious and wild as they say he is? I don’t

want to die. I don't want to watch the lycan be killed. Too tired and weak to stand, I use the bars to sit

myself up, rest my head on the bench, and drift off to sleep.

Alpha Maximus

Alpha Tate returns before lunch, and smells strongly of the dessert I’m longing for.

Prick. No wonder he didn't have breakfast with us. He ate it all himself. I tell myself to get over it.

It’s just food and Beth can bake me a hundred apple pies as soon as I get home.

When it’s almost nightfall, it’s time for me to go down to the cell for the night.

‘Do you have the wolfsbane first? Then go to the cell?’ Alpha Tate asks.

He has spent all day asking me questions about the process we go through on a full moon. I get

that he is curious and worried for his pack, but all his questions are just ridiculous and are pissing me

off.

‘Alpha Tate, Nathan and my pack have everything under control. If necessary, Nathan can give me

an extra dose of wolfsbane. It’s unlikely I’ll need it though,’ I explain.

‘I see. Well, let us drink a glass of whisky before you go,’ he offers, and Nathan and I nod, and we

sit down to have a drink.

We skull our drinks, and Nathan runs upstairs to get the wolfsbane. My head feels fuzzy after just

one whisky. That's strange. I try to ignore it, and look up at Nathan, who is swaying in front of me.

‘Nathan. What’s wrong?’ I ask, and he collapses on the floor. I jump up.

‘Nathan!’ I yell, and I’m feeling fuzzier and the room is swaying.

Alpha Tate stands with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face.

‘You drugged our drinks,’ I realise.

I rip my shirt open, and shift into my lycan; fury overtaking me, before feeling a sharp sting in my

arm, where Sam has injected wolfsbane. I let out a loud roar and fall into darkness.

Hope

Startled, I wake to the smell of cedarwood. It’s the most amazing smell and it calms my nerves. A

group of men argue outside. Alpha Tate, Sam and four other pack members struggle carrying someone

towards the cell. I squint and my mouth drops open.

The lycan! He is massive; at least seven foot tall, covered in shiny black fur, broad-chested, and Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

his muscles are huge.

They drag him along, unconscious. They struggle getting him into the cell. The smell of cedarwood

overwhelms me and I’m hot and bothered.

‘Do we kill him now while he is out?’ Sam asks Alpha Tate.

‘Where would the fun in that be? We will torture him a bit. Put the chains on him before he wakes,’

Alpha Tate commands.

Unsure why, I’m drawn to him. I have the urge to reach out and touch his fur. I crawl across the

floor, and put my hand through the bars. Alpha Tate grabs my wrist and twists my arm.

I cry out in pain, the lycan stirs, and makes gruff noises.

‘What are you doing?’ Alpha Tate asks.

‘I don't know,’ I whisper. He flings my hand away, and I crawl to the other side of my cell and watch

them chain his wrists and ankles.

He stirs again; breathing deeply at first, before smelling something. Realising he is chained, he

growls, and pulls on the chains, forcefully and aggressively. Weakly, he stands, swaying, looking

around.

They must have drugged him. He sniffs the air again and lets out another loud growl, making me

flinch. He has seen me flinch, and Alpha Tate punches him in the stomach.

The lycan lunges at Alpha Tate but can't move far as the chains restrain him.

Sam hands Alpha Tate a whip. I freeze when Alpha Tate whips him across his chest, and look

away, covering my eyes. Tears flood my face. The whip cracks against his skin over and over. Blood

oozes out of his chest.

‘Stop! Please stop!’ I yell, horrified. Alpha Tate pauses, and glares at me. The lycan uses what

strength he has to open his eyes and look at me.

As soon as our eyes connect, my body is instantly drawn to him, like I’m sucked into a vortex.

Euphoria and lust wash over me. Hot sparks flow through my body and I start to glow. My hair flows up

around me and my eyes turn silver. Everything disappears around us. Only the lycan and I exist.

‘Mate!’ We both say.

My surroundings reappear, my glow fades, my hair falls and my eyes return to normal. Suddenly, I

gasp for air like I’ve been held under water and winded with force.

The lycan has experienced the same thing, and is struggling to catch his breath. His eyes are on

me, in disbelief at what just happened. He is yearning for me.

He reaches out towards me, as far as the chain allows, and I crawl over to him and push my arm

through the bars; our fingers eagerly needing eachother.

‘Impossible!’ Alpha Tate yells. ‘She is my mate!’ He yells.

The lycan roars ferociously, and Alpha Tate jumps back in fright. The lycan struggles with the

chains to no avail. Alpha Tate laughs, unlocks my cell door, and pulls me up my hair. The lycan is

concerned.

‘Is this what you want, Alpha Max?’ He asks, licking my neck.

Shivering, repulsed, I try to free my hair from his hands, and the lycan becomes more and more

aggressive, trying to free himself. The lycan looks into my teary eyes, huffs heavily, before looking back

at Alpha Tate.

Sam punches the lycan over and over with two other pack members.

‘No! Please! Stop hurting him!’ I yell and plead.

Alpha Tate forces me against the bars, and pulls the back of my dress up.

‘Before you die, you’re going to watch me mate and mark this slave,’ Alpha Tate says, with a

perverted chuckle.

‘No!’ I yell, trying to fight him off. He grabs my arms, spins me around, and slams me against the

bars.