Chapter 73- Mark of an Alpha
Derrick’s POV
Watching Salara move across the training grounds as if she has been battling her whole life was a major turn on. Not just for me, but for every unmated wolf in the vicinity. Power is a sought after attribute in the werewolf community, with the most power beings drawing the most attention.
While Salara’s good looks had drawn in quite the crowd before today, her display of power has surely increased that crowd exponentially. Hunter and I will be spending a lot of time in the future fighting off those that wish to take our Luna away from us. Werewolves like her are hard to find and many will want her.
The aura that is surrounding my fierce Luna is strong enough to rival many Alpha’s that I have come across. No one that comes across her will believe that she is a made wolf. With her strength and the fact that she can apparently shift into her wolf whenever she pleases, everyone will assume she was born into this life.
Pride swells in my chest as I gaze over at my angry Luna. The beautiful white fur of her coat is coated in red crimson, only adding to the fierce look of her. My hands reach out on their own to run across her fur, the whispered sound of her voice leaving my lips as my fingers move through her soft fur.
Her wolf turns in my direction, flicking out its tongue and running it across my face before quickly turning in the direction where two warriors are dragging away a beat up Daphne and letting out a ferocious growl.
Before I can process just what is happening, the sight of my naked Luna is in front of my eyes. Hunter yips in glee momentarily until he remembers that we are currenting surrounded by many unmated wolves who are also looking at our Luna with lust in their eyes. Without thought, I yank off my shirt and throw it over her head.
Once covered, Salara commands the guards to bring Daphne back to where we stand. The sound of her voice sends shivers down my spine and has my cock hardening in my shorts. It doesn’t take much for this woman to excite me and I can feel the growing need to bend her over and take her right here.
The sound of Salara’s low, warning voice draws me out of my thoughts and back to the scene of Daphne grasped firmly in her hand. “He will never be yours.” She tells her before throwing her to the floor, a look of disgust on her face.
When she turns her face back in my direction, I can see the subtle changes that indicate that her wolf is close to breaking loose. Her canines are elongated and her face is scrunched up in a snarl. The sight sends fear permeating from those close enough to see the difference, but none of that fear comes from Hunter or I.
We stare at our mate lovingly as we drink in the sight of the woman that will help us lead our pack to greatness.
Before either of us can register what she is up to, Salara obliterates the distance between us and grabs us within her strong hold, bending us over her knee until she is above us. Gasps go up all around us, but I tune them out, giving my complete focus to the beauty standing above me.
Time slows down around us. I watch in silent aww as her head makes its way closer to me, with her face headed towards the crook of my neck where my mate's mark is supposed to be. Without further ado, she sinks her large canines into the soft flesh where my neck and my collar meets, claiming me as hers in the same way that I have made her mine.
Emotions flood my system. Pure joy and happiness that could be coming from either one of us takes hold of me and I find myself wrapping my arms around her neck to encourage her teeth to sink further.
The sound of flesh tearing and bones crunching fills the shocked silence of the training grounds as everyone watches the sight before them. The sound is sickening to hear, but I am sure that the moan that soon escapes past my lips has eased some of the tension felt by my pack members.
Salara pulls her canines out of my neck, flicking out her tongue to lick away any blood that escaped around her teeth, her saliva effectively closing up the open wounds in my neck quicker than I have ever experienced before. Tingling spreads out in my neck before leaving behind a dull ache where her teeth marks can be seen.
My cock is rock hard in my shorts, visible to anyone daring enough to cast a glance while in the presence of their possessive Luna. It takes all of my willpower not to take her right here and now, our spectators be damned, and the look she flashes in my direction is enough to let me know her thoughts mirror mine.
Before I can act on that though, she turns to face the silent crowd. She straightens her shoulders, pulling herself to her full height and places a fierce look on her sexy face. “I am your Luna.” She bellows to the crowd. Cheers erupt all around us, the pack accepting their new Luna with open hearts.
A smile filled with all of the pride that I feel swelling inside of me fixs to my face, my eyes locked on the beauty that I want to take far away from here and do wicked things to until we are both too exhausted to move.
She lifts her hands in the air, motioning for everyone to quiet down. Once silence reigns in the training grounds once again, she points her finger in Daphne’s battered direction before addressing the crowd once more. “Are there any more challengers?” Her brow lifts in question as she runs her gaze around the crowd.
My body tenses beside her, not wanting to witness her have to fight more women that covet her position by my side. But to my surprise, not a single person steps forward in challenge. Not that I can blame them, I wouldn’t want to fight my Luna and I am an Alpha wolf. Though now that I think of it, Salara’s wolf gives off much the same vibes as other Alpha’s I have come across.
It isn’t often that a female is gifted an Alpha wolf, and even less often that they live to adulthood seeing as jealous males hunt them down and kill them, but I am the lucky Alpha that has claimed an Alpha female as my own. How did I get so lucky?
Salara’s POV
As the adrenaline from the fight begins to wear off, I can feel nerves start to wrack my body. What the hell did I just do?
I smile at the cheering pack members that surround us as I make my way off of the training ground and Derrick indicates that training should resume as planned. The sounds of fighting erupt behind me once I am close to the edge of the training grounds. My legs feel like jelly, and it is taking everything in me to keep me up right.
I can not believe that I just fought a she-wolf and won.
My legs finally give out on me when I reach the small hill that runs along the side of the training grounds and so I give in and plop myself down on the soft grass, Derrick following close behind me. My hand moves up to cover my face, the embarrassment of what just happened finally sinking in.
Why did I do that?
It is exactly what I got upset with Derrick for doing without my consent and then I do the exact thing to him. Though, from the huge grin that has been plastered on his face ever since, I’m pretty sure he is not upset about it.
‘You wanted to mark your mate, so we did.’ Leigh’s voice purrs through my mind, causing me to jump slightly. I am still not used to having someone talking inside of my head.
That is when her words sink in. ‘What do you mean by “your mate”?’
I can almost see her shrugging her wolf shoulders in my mind at my question, causing a frown to appear on my features. ‘Beowulf is our mate, but Derrick is all yours. It is your human side that he is mated to, not me.’ That is an unexpected turn of events that I didn’t see coming. ‘Don’t worry,’ Leigh continues. ‘I like your Alpha and I accept him as my mate also. Something I hope you will do with the one we are destined for.’