Forbidden Mate, Bound by Fate

Chapter 7

ALPHA GRAY

As Beta Parker's warriors emerged from the woods, their eyes locked onto mine with fierce intensity. My pack formed a protective barrier around me, their hackles raised in response to the perceived threat.

The air was thick with tension as the two groups faced off. Beta Parker's voice cut through the silence, his words laced with conviction and determination to win the incoming battle.

"We won't betray our Alpha's trust!" His loud voice rang throughout the forest.

His warriors growled in agreement, their eyes flashing with loyalty. My pack responded in kind, their snarls and snaps filling the air as we stood our ground.

The standoff hung precariously in the balance, waiting to see which side would yield or if the situation would escalate into violence. I studied Beta Parker movements, searching for any sign of weakness or hesitation that could give me an advantage.

I focused my thoughts, reaching out to my warriors through our open mind link that bound us together.

"Kill his warriors, but spare Beta Parker," I instructed in a serious tone.

My warriors acknowledged my orders, their responses echoing in our mind link like a chorus of affirmation.

"We will not kill Beta Parker, Alpha," they replied in unison.

With our plan set in motion, I watched as my warriors moved with deadly precision. We wanted to take down Beta Parker's allies with swift efficiency.

Snarls and ragged breathing filled the air as warriors on both sides prepared for battle.

Beta Parker stood strong and brave even though he and his warriors were now surrounded. His eyes were fixed on me with a mixture of anger and hate towards me and my pack guards.

I took a step closer to him. “Surrender yourself and your warrior, and I promise you, you will have a peaceful death, Beta.”

He looked at me with disgust. “Not a chance, Alpha!”

I smirked at him, giving him a hint of what would happen to him once I caught him alive.

"You're going to be a gift to Alpha Devon," I said, my voice low and menacing. "A reminder of what happens when you cross me.”

Beta Parker's face twisted in anger, but he knew he would definitely lose the battle against me and my warriors. He was going to be my captive, a bargaining chip in my game of power and revenge. I would use him to get what I wanted, which is my grandfather's freedom.

Beta Parker's face reddened with rage as he realized his fate. "You can’t catch me, Alpha Gray," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "I'll fight back with every ounce of strength I have, and my warriors will stand by me."

The air was full of tension as the two packs faced off. Then, without warning, my warriors launched a surprise attack, their jaws snapping wildly as they targeted Beta Parker's pack.

The fight was intense, with both packs exchanging blows and biting deep into each other's flesh. My warriors were well-trained, but Beta Parker's pack was fiercely loyal and determined.

One of Beta Parker's warriors, a large gray wolf, launched himself at me, jaws wide open. I dodged to the side, avoiding the attack, and countered with a swift bite to the wolf's shoulder.

The gray wolf yelped in pain, stumbling backward as I pressed my advantage. But Beta Parker's other warriors rallied around him, fighting to protect their packmate.

The battle raged on, with neither side giving quarter. I knew I had to end it quickly before anyone else got hurt. I gave a sharp command to my warriors, and they redoubled their efforts, pushing the fight to Beta Parker's pack.

In the chaos, Beta Parker himself was overpowered and subdued, his eyes flashing with anger and defiance as he realized the battle was lost.

Some of his warriors, still recovering from the surprise attack, growled in agreement, their eyes flashing with determination. Despite being outnumbered, they refused to back down.

"Fight! No one will stop!" Beta Parker declared, his chest heaving with anger. "If I die, continue the fight.”

“Most of your warriors are dying, Beta.” I looked at him with a hint of a dangerous smile.

Beta Parker growled loudly, “You may have won this battle, but you'll never win the war.”

I smiled, intrigued by Beta Parker's bravery. "We'll see about that," I said, my voice calm and confident.

I let my wolf, Dylan, emerge and take control. He burst forth in a blur of fur and fang. He was a force of nature—unstoppable and merciless.

Dylan tore through the warriors in front of Beta Parker, his jaws snapping wildly as he targeted anyone who dared to stand in his way. The warriors tried to defend themselves, but Dylan was too powerful, too brutal.

He ripped through them with ease, leaving a trail of injured and fallen wolves in his wake. Beta Parker's eyes widened in fear as Alpha Dylan closed in, his hot breath washing over him.

My eyes gleamed with fierce intensity as I watched Alpha Dylan work. He was my instrument of war, my tool for asserting dominance. And he would stop at nothing to claim victory.

The battle was all but over, with most of Beta Parker's warriors lying lifeless on the ground. Only two remained, injured and bleeding, their eyes fixed on my wolf Dylan with a mix of fear and resignation.

In a flash, Dylan pounced, his sharp claws swiping through the air with deadly precision. He targeted the two remaining warriors, his jaws wide open as he prepared to deliver the killing blow.

With a swift and merciless motion, Dylan snapped his jaws shut around the first warrior's head, crushing it in an instant. The second warrior tried to scramble away, but my wolf was too fast, pinning him to the ground and ending his life with a swift bite to the neck.

Beta Parker's eyes were wide with shock and horror as he watched his last two warriors fall. He struggled against his restraints, but I held him firm, my grip unyielding.

The sound of Dylan's heavy breathing was the only noise in the sudden silence, his chest heaving with exertion as he stood over the bodies of the fallen warriors. Beta Parker's gaze was fixed on him, a mix of fear and hatred burning in his eyes.

“Don't kill him, Dylan. We need him,” I commanded my Alpha wolf.

“I'll kill him, Gray! He's our enemy; he deserves to die!” my wolf angrily shouted in our mind.

I froze for a second to communicate with my wolf. I gave a sharp command, my voice cutting through the silence.

"Dylan, spare Beta Parker. We need him alive,” I commanded.

Alpha Dylan's fierce gaze locked onto Beta Parker, his instincts screaming to finish the job. But he obeyed my command, backing away from Beta Parker with a reluctant growl.

Beta Parker's chest heaved with relief as Alpha Dylan's jaws closed mere inches from his face. He knew he had been spared, at least for now.

I took control, my eyes locked onto his. “You're going to be very useful to us, Beta Parker. Very useful indeed.'"

The implication was clear: Beta Parker would be used as leverage to secure my grandfather's freedom from Alpha Devon. And he knew it.

Beta Parker lay on the ground, his body battered and bleeding from the brutal attack. Alpha Dylan's ferocity had left him severely injured, and he struggled to draw breath.

My warriors closed in, their eyes watchful as they prepared to subdue the captive Beta Parker. I gave a curt command, and one of them produced a silver collar, its metal gleaming in the fading light.

"Shift!" I commanded him. He's too weak to fight me. Even his own wolf was intimidated by my power, so he transformed in front of all of us.

The collar was placed around Beta Parker's neck, its silver inhibiting his ability to shift and heal. He growled weakly, his eyes flashing with anger and resentment, but he was too injured to put up much of a fight.

With the silver collar in place, Beta Parker was effectively under our control. My warriors bound his wrists and ankles, securing him for the journey ahead.

I towered over him, my gaze icy and calculating. "Beta Parker, you're a pawn in my game. Your value lies in your utility – don't forget that.”

I turned to my warriors and gave them instructions. "Take him away. We'll prepare him for his new role as a gift to Alpha Devon," I ordered my warriors. “Keep him in the dungeon. Make sure he's kept under close guard."

“Yes, Alpha?” my warriors replied in unison.

They lifted Beta Parker, his injured body sagging between them as they carried him away. The silver collar around his neck ensured he wouldn't be able to shift and escape.

As we left the border, I turned to my warrior leader, Ryker. "Guard the border closely. Alpha Devon will not take kindly to the loss of his warriors and pack members. We must be prepared for retaliation."

Ryker nodded, his expression grim. "We'll keep watch, Alpha. No one will breach our borders without a fight.”

With the border secure, we began our journey back to the pack house. Beta Parker, still injured and bound, was carried by my top warriors. His eyes glared with hatred, but he knew he was at our mercy.

As we approached the pack house, my warriors parted to reveal the sprawling mansion. Beta Parker was taken to the dungeon, as previously instructed.

I watched him go, my mind already turning to the next step. Alpha Devon would come for him, and when he did, I would be ready.

I would not give in to Alpha Devon's demands, not when it came to my Luna. She was mine to protect, mine to cherish.

The thought of trading her for my grandfather's freedom was unthinkable. No, I would use Beta Parker as the bargaining chip, not her.

The attack on Alpha Devon's warriors was a clear message, a warning of the danger that lay in underestimating me. I was not to be trifled with, and those who dared to threaten those I cared about would face the full force of my wrath.

Beta Parker would be the key to securing my grandfather's freedom, and Alpha Devon would soon learn that dealing with me came with a high price. I would not back down, and I would not be intimidated. The game of power and strategy had begun, and I was ready to play.