His hands were covered in blood. He was kneeling over the body of his father, his mother lay not far from him. She was barely recognizable as human. The fear he had felt was gone, leaving nothing in it's wake. No emotion, no pain. Just a cold numb feeling. Lightning lit the dark forest and he knew without a doubt that it was over. His parents were dead and he was now the alpha. He wanted to run, or scream, or do anything. Instead he knelt in the mud surrounded by the smell blood and stared at his hands.

The screaming of his alarm clock pulled him from his nightmare. It had been four years since his parents death and he was still having those horrible dreams. He had turned his pack into the strongest in the world. No one ever defied him for fear of the consequences.

A loud knock on the door forced him to face another day. "I'm up!" He called to the intruder of his thoughts. Scrubbing the sleep from his face with his hands he rolled to a sitting position on the edge of his king sized bed. "I'm about to get in the shower! What the fuck do you want?" He demanded when there was another knock on the door.

"Alpha, Cynthia is missing. Have you seen her?" A feminine voice called through the door full of fear.

"Yeah! She's here with me!" He hollered back, as he turned to the small child that he hadn't had the heart to kick out the night before. The storm had been loud and Cynthia had been frightened. She had climbed into his bed and snuggled close to him for comfort. He gently shock her shoulder. "Cynthia? It's time to get up sweet heart." He spoke gently to the child. She was the only one who ever saw his gentler side. For some reason he couldn't fathom the small adopted human girl was like his own daughter.

"Hm." She moaned and turned over, snuggling deeper into the blankets and he chuckled. Her curly blonde hair was all he could see now.

"Come on Cynthia. It's a school day. We both have to get up. I don't like it either but it's just how it is." He smiled as he began to tickle her through the blanket. She squirmed and began to giggle.

"Alpha Desmond." She whined. "Don't wanna get up." She said and he could hear the pout in her voice. He chuckled again at her statement. It was something he had to deal with on the daily. He didn't really care, after all he wasn't a morning person either. However they had to get ready for school. He stood and stretched his whole body.

"I don't either but we have to." Desmond ran one hand through his short black hair while the other rested on the waist band of the dark grey sweatpants he had taken to using when he first found Cynthia in his bed.

"You're Alpha. You can make them let us sleep." Cynthia pouted as she sat up, her pink nightgown dark with sweat and her pretty little face flushed.

"Yes. I suppose I could. But then we would be late for school and that's important." He reminded her. She attended the pack elementary and he knew she didn't have many friends there.

"You can make it so we don't have to go." He really couldn't. But he found it amusing that she thought he could.

"Are you still being bullied, Cynthia?" He asked. She raised her hand to her mouth to cover a harsh cough as she nodded.

"Cynthia, are you sick?" If she were he would have to call the pack pediatrician again. Werewolves didn't get sick, even as children. Their body temperature was too high to be conducive to viruses or most bacteria. But Cynthia was human and there for susceptible to physical illness, another fact that got her bullied by the pups.

"Feel cold." She said and she shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"That means you have a fever." Desmond pointed out. "I'll call the school. And the doctor."

Desmond arrived at school with ten minutes to spare. He would've been earlier but he had to ensure child care for poor Cynthia who was ill. He sighed heavily as he got off his bike and made his way inside. He had been at the Alpha conference in Romania for the last two weeks. He knew his pack was curious weather or not he found his mate while there and was not looking forward to the endless questions he would have to answer.

He was almost to his locker when a scent hit him like a train. It was sweet, like rose petals in fresh cream. Alicar lifted his head and pricked his ears up when it registered. 'Mine.' Alicar growled dominantly as they drew closer to the source of the scent. 'Find!' He demanded.

'We don't have time, Alicar.' Desmond chided as he kept going towards his locker. 'I'll find it later.' He approached his locker and realized that there was a beautiful girl standing next to it. She was holding a textbook and binder in the crock of her left arm while she sorted through the books and binders inside the previously unoccupied locker next to his. She was the source of the intoxicating scent.

"Move bitch!" Gertrude demanded of the girl who looked taken aback by the sudden show of dominance. Alicar snarled at the disrespect to her.

'Mine! She is MINE!' He roared angrily and Desmond growled at Gertrude.

"Get the fuck away from me." The order was growled low but it's meaning was clear. Gertrude tried to reach out and touch him, looking surprised and hurt. He jerked his arm away from her and snarled. "Don't touch me! Filthy whore." She flinched back and fled his anger as anyone with half a brain would.

He turned back to the girl next to him and studied her closely. She wore a pale green dress and dark emerald green cardigan. Her hair fell in long thick waves down her back to her perfectly shaped ass. In his personal opinion she was perfectly proportioned with large breast he wanted to suck on and round hips and ass that he wanted to squeeze while he thrust into her hidden treasure trove of pleasure. Her skin was the color of fresh cream and her lips were rose petal pink and pillowy. He desperately wanted to kiss them and feel how soft they were as he fucked her into submission. She was wearing low heels and white wool tights that hugged her perfect legs.

She couldn't have been taller than five foot one in the heels. Meaning she was short. "Who are you?" He demanded harshly. It was Clyde, his gamma, that responded.

"This is Clarity Smithers. She's -"

"I wasn't talking to you Clyde!" He snapped at his cousin. "Who are you?" He demanded again.

"Um...I'm C-clarity Smithers." She barely managed to stammer out in a whimper.

"Well, Clarity, if anyone tries to give you trouble come to me and I will put them in their proper place." He slammed his locker shut after pulling out his books.

"Um, okay." She conceded meakly. "It's nice to meet you."

"Yeah. You too." With that he started for math class not expecting to see her all day.

"What the fuck dude?" Simon asked as he fell in next to Desmond. "That was fucking intense. 'If anyone tries to give you trouble I'll put them in their proper place.'" He mimicked Desmond's deep baritone voice poorly. "Though I can't blame you. She's cute in a shy fuckable way." Desmond grabbed Simon's collar and slammed him against the wall hard before he could stop himself.

"Stay the fuck away from her!" Desmond snarled viciously. Simon looked shocked by his best friends sudden show of aggression.

"Chill dude. I'd never touch her. You know I'm not into that whole week shy girl thing.". He said as he put his hands up to ward off Desmond's attack. "Be sides id rather fuck Gertrude to submission. You know, if you're not going to." Gertrude had been one of many toys Desmond had used over the past four years to fill his physical needs. The things he did in bed had been harsh. When a woman or girl got bold enough to try and take Alicar and Desmond he taught them why it was a horrible idea. Most barely survived one night alone with him. And he ordered them into silence. Those that thought to try again were treated to harsh punishment. He loved to hear them scream in pain as he pounded their ass or gag them on his all to large cock.

Gertrude had been a repeat offender of trying and he began to suspect she enjoyed the rough treatment when he put both hands around her neck and squeezed hard. She had been turning purple but still had a look of pure ecstasy on her disgusting face. It had been then that he took to publicly humiliating her instead. He was pretty sure she had permanent welts across her ass and legs from his belt. And yet still she didn't get the message.

She would never be Luna. She had been a means to a very pleasurable end but the pleasure was long since gone. "Gertrude is yours. But you stay the fuck away from Clarity. She is MINE and only mine." He growled after a moment of thought.

"Holy shit." A look of understanding crossed Simon's face. "Is she? Oh my fuck she is!" Delight lit his face.

"She is what?". Desmond demanded as he shook Simon a little.

"She's the one.". Simon was far too ecstatic for a guy being threatened.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Desmond sniffed as he let go of Simon's collar and quickly stord down the hall.

"Yes you do. Don't fucking lye. She's the one." Simon said gleefully as he rushed to catch up. "Hey I'm happy for you man. It's a good thing you've never been afraid of hard work. You're going to need to do a lot of it to get up that girls skirt."

"Shut the fuck up!" Desmond snapped and shoved Simon into a trash can. It toppled over and Simon laughed as empty soda cans and wrappers rolled and bounced down the hall. Desmond glowered at him.

"Just saying man, Clarity is a do wrong type. She so straight laced that the Marines would call her strict. Good luck getting her into your bed, much less naked and wanton." He laughed. "And forget her being able to stomach our form of descipline. She would never go for a belting. I don't think she would be able to handle watching it."

"I'm about to lay my belt into you. Stop this disrespect immediately." Desmond hissed. "Disrespecting Clarity is disrespecting me and my authority."

"Desmond, man, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying she is far too soft hearted for that. And, knowing that, could you bring your self to descipline her if you had too, the way you do Gertrude?" Desmond thought about it for a moment.

"I haven't decided anything yet." He growled.

"But Alicar has." Simon pointed out. They entered the math and sat down. He put his head on his desk as the bell rang. He closed his eyes and tried to drift off. But he couldn't. All he could see was Clarity, naked and blushing sweetly. Her body was perfect and she hid her privates from view. Her roses and cream scent filled his head and made him desperate to taste her sweet nectar.

"Desmond Drake." She murmured in her sweet musical voice. "Desmond Drake." He felt someone gently shake his shoulder. "Desmond Drake!" A deep male voice called harshly as the image of Clarity faded away.

"1542!" Desmond shouted as he jerked awake and felt drool running down his chin. Laughter filled the room and he looked around.

"Mr. Drake this is not history class and even if it were that would not be the correct answer. However I am glad to see your trip ended safely."

Someone passed his a tissue to wipe his face with and he did before he registered the roses and cream scent on it. He glanced at Clarity and thanked her for the tissue. It seemed he was doomed to go the rest of class with a hard on.

When the bell rang signaling the end of math Desmond didn't wait for Simon and Clyde like he usually did. He stood up and rushed out the door. "Hey wait up!" Simon called and rushed to get his things together. All math class Desmond had been squirming uncomfortably in his seat. The longer he sat next to Clarity the harder his cock got. He checked the stalls of the boys bathroom and locked the door when he found it empty. He dropped his bag by the sink and stepped up to one of the toilets. He had his cock out in hand in record time. He closed his eyes and summoned the image of Clarity naked to his mind. He knew nothing else would relieve his desire now. He was in for a miserable time.

When he finally groaned out his release almost two hours later he was sure he had skipped second and third period but he didn't care. He made his way towards the lunch room and resolved to delete the messages on the answering service when he got home. No would really care that he skipped class. It wasn't their problem. He was Alpha and therefore it wasn't their place to try and correct the situation. He had discovered that when he was fifteen and fuck Tracy in the bathroom. She had been fun to fuck and, much like Gertrude, had liked it rough. But she didn't pretend it meant anything other his pleasure. So he had never tried to kill her during sex.

Tracy had gotten into trouble with her parents and he had shut them down. Telling them that she was helping him with some urgent business. He had neglected to tell them that the urgent business was pleasuring his cock. He entered the lunch room and heard a commotio to his left. Gertrude and her possy of bitches were bullying some poor defenseless girl. He should put a stop to it. Humans knew enough about wolf culture to know that they should leave discipline to the wolves. Which meant none of the teachers would come to aid the poor victim of the abuse.

As he drew closer to them he caught the scent that had him locked in the bathroom for most of the morning. Roses and fresh cream filled the air along with the scent of fresh blood. Alicar was pissed. He could take their heads off for this and that was what Alicar wanted. He grabbed Gertrude roughly by the neck and growled in her face as he pulled her away from Clarity who was quietly sobbing. "Alpha we-" Lydia started but he cut her off.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH LYDIA!" He hollered over the din and everyone was suddenly silent. Gertrude was turning a sickly grey color as her mouth worked to speak but she had no air in her and no way of getting any. His grip would have snapped a humans neck like a twig. Alicar was roaring in his head and his pulse was pounding in his ears.

There was one rule that was to be obeyed at all times. Don't touch the alpha's mate. He could feel Gertrude's treykia collapsing and he got a wicked satisfaction from knowing he could end her life right here and now and no one would even care. Sure Simon would be disappointed that he no longer had a fuck toy but he would get over it soon enough. He could not intervene and since he had not yet filed to have her labeled his he could not take the punishment on her behalf. Not that he would take it. Too bad for Gertrude she was on her own now. Her friends watched in horror as her eyes rolled back in her head and he heard a weak plea come through his mind link. 'Alpha please don't do this.' The soft whimper came from Salighya, Gertrude's wolf. She was desperate to safe herself.

He hesitated a moment before Clarity stepped up and placed her hand on the arm holding Gertrude. "Don't he'll kill you too." Lydia cried out and reached to pull Clarity back from him. His eyes moved to her and he growled instinctively. Alicar was confused why she would intervene. But he recognized her right as his mate to do so.

"You're killing her. Let go. Please let her go." She begged. It wasn't Clarity's desperate plea for mercy that made him drop Gertrude to the floor. It was the fear and tears in her Beautiful emerald green eyes that forced him to act and give her what she wanted. He had scared her. Gertrude had been tormenting her because she felt that Desmond was hers and Clarity had been terrified of him for Gertrude's sake.

'She is my luna.' Alicar said calmly. 'We can deal with these girls later. When she will not be around to frighten.'. Desmond agreed with Alicar yet again. It was almost uncanny how well he got on with his wolf. Most Alpha's resorted to Binding their wolves to gain dominance and it weakened them. Alicar had never seemed unreasonable or out of control. The mate madness never took hold on him and he often wondered if Cynthia had something to do with it.

Now Clarity was here he wondered how long it would be before Alicar descended into madness. He'll he was already jerking off in the bathroom to his imagined sex scenes with her. If he ever got her naked he would teach her that being naughty could be fun too.

"Get them out of my sight!" He snarled at Simon and Clyde who had come to help if needed. Then he spun back to Clarity. She had blood running down her chin from her split lip on the left and a single crimson line trickling over her full lips from her nose. The bruises were already starting to show on her pale skin. She backed away from him as he stepped closer to her and reached up to caress her face. She flinched back and he dropped his hand. He spun away and stormed out of the cafeteria. He was pissed. There was no two ways about it.