The Alpha novel Chapter 5

The supernatural werewolf world has a specific way of ruling. A king that had power over the entire nation. Then 7 alphas were under him, one for each region in which the American nation was split: The Pacific, Midwest, Northeast, Southeast, Southwest, the Rocky Mountains, and the Noncontiguous. Then alphas under them that ruled over their single state. And finally, under those alphas you had about five to ten packs in each state; each state varied.

A king, regional alphas, Statal alphas, and territorial alphas.

They say the regional alphas were all deadly in their own way of sin. And the King...

Alpha Derek of the Midwestern region. Specifically the Night Stone pack.

They say he is one of the toughest alphas. He once killed his own Beta. In front of everyone. He knocked out his Gamma during it.

He rules with an iron fist. He keeps the packs he runs in check, no one crosses him; they wouldn’t bother to think of it.

He hated his father so much- he ripped him apart.

Death did not bother this man. He wasn’t capable of feelings. It didn’t come as a shock.

With no family, he became stony. And no one could alter him.

No one.

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Fear was out of the question. What are you supposed to feel? Freaking joy? No. Terror was overwhelming my body.

I was left alone in the room with my emotions. Sweat started to dot my forehead and I felt my head start to throb. My chest felt heavy. My throat was scratchy and I felt the urge to cough to relieve myself. I coughed but I ended up wheezing. The familiar feeling of my air constricting came back and tears covered my vision like rain on a car.

The door opened. In came the doctor, her eyes grew and started shouting things that I couldn’t hear. My air hole was getting smaller and smaller- less air coming in. She rushed over to me and was messing with something in her hands and speaking but to me- nothing was audible except for the obnoxious beeping of the machine.

I was only focused on getting oxygen into my lungs, and I was failing. She shoved something in my mouth and pressed on top of the object. My lungs were awarded oxygen and I gasped.

I felt relieved as I could breathe again and the storm in my head started to calm. I was sniffling and brought my shaking hands up to wipe my eyes.

“Ms.Taylor, are you okay?” She asked as she rubbed my back. I meekly nodded. “Okay, It’s alright, now, you might have either had a panic attack or an asthma attack- very similar” she gave me a blue plastic holder with a bottle in it that fit in my hand, “this is your inhaler…”

She started to explain how and when to use it, and told me what these asthma and panic attacks are and concluded that I most likely had asthma, but could be both. “alright, I’ll let you get some rest if you need anything, buzz.” She got up quietly and left the room and I weakly slid back and shut my burning eyes.

A few days have passed of me in the hospital, and Doctor Reseda finally cleared me to be released. I spent the majority of my time sleeping due to the pills I am on, and they’ve always been accompanied by nightmares of Alpha Chris. That wasn’t new, I’ve had them since the first day he laid eyes on me.

However, those dark blue eyes were stuck in my head. I don’t know why and it’s been bugging me.

Doctor Reseda walked in with her smile on her face, “Good morning Ms.Taylor, we’ve cleared you, as you know, and you’ll be leaving with our Beta, as instructed by the Alpha!”

She gave me a fresh pair of clothes that consisted of a grey long sleeve t-shirt that enveloped my scar covered wrists, some grey sweatpants that hung loosely on my scrawny hips, white socks, and some gray canvas shoes.

...Nicest things I’ve ever had...

It took some time but next thing, I’m walking with the Beta to where I’ll be staying. I felt extremely uncomfortable with a random male, walking with me in unfamiliar places.

...Violet, this is your first time outside in years...

The thought made a sad frown form on my face.

It was an uneasy walk, but then again practically everything in my pitiful life is uneasy. Although the sun was out, the air was cold, to try and make myself the slightest bit warmer I put my hands together. It’s spring, right? Early I believe because it was about two weeks ago Alpha Chris told me to change the clocks ahead an hour.

I looked up at the Beta. He was tall, had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, and some stubble along his jaw. He was tanner than me, he had spent some time in the sun. Dressed in a dark brown t-shirt that hugged his defined body and dark jeans paired off with dark brown combat boots that were tucked under his pants.

I was having trouble keeping up with his pace, I never was a fast one, and that was not beneficial for me. The Beta would notice, huff, stop, then walk again. It was a repetitive theme because, as said, I’m slow.

After a while, we got to a place. It was big. Huge. A house. At least two stories, standing tall and wide, stone packed the outside walls. The door was displayed in the middle of two off-white pillars.

The house was a little ways from the main area of the pack. Tall trees towered a couple of yards from the towering house. He walked up the three stairs to the door and I staggered behind. He rang the doorbell and as we waited I caught my breath.

'It wasn’t even that far of a walk.'

'You’re so weak.'