Page 3 of Bullied By the Alpha Wolf

“You should just go, Kit. You’ll never be able to keep up with us. Not with that body. You’re not a wolf, and all this pretending is going to get you killed.”

My world slammed to a stop, and a terrible sob tore free from my chest. The tears started immediately, and they didn’t stop. How could I let him…I’m so stupid.

“Fuck you, Kaiden!”

I heard Sandy and Jade’s voices call out after me as I turned away and ran out the back door. My name left them over and over, but I wasn’t stopping. Not until I could get to the small trailer I’d been staying in all the years before anyone came looking.

Because the truth was, I didn’t belong here. My adoptive parents had to fight for me to even be allowed in as a baby, and they’d been relegated to the fucking double-wide to keep me away from the pack.

Well, fine. They want me away? I’m gone, and I’m never coming back.

Chapter 1 - Kaiden

Going to the window, I hauled back the thick drapes, letting in more of the natural light. The Collins compound still sat heavy with the energy of its old alpha, and it had been a damn project to clear the space out and make it the home it should have been all along.

Terrance was a cruel piece of shit, and I relished the fact that I was responsible for his end, but ghosts linger.

The pack itself had been largely accepting of their new alpha, especially after the hardships they had to endure under quite possibly the most sadistic wolf I’d ever known. But they acted like scared prey, terrified that I’d be just as violent, while some had trouble letting go of their “traditions.”

Rehabilitation was going to be an ongoing process, and while I was happy with the progress we’d made, it still weighed on me that there were some wolves that I was going to excommunicate from the pack if they didn’t shape up.

There were too many fights, too many uncontrolled ruts, and for fuck’s sake, now the teen wolves were getting involved in some fucking terrible drug that had found its way onto my territory.

I knew it had to be something another wolf had created, but there were no new leads. We’d figured out that it had to have something to do with the nearby Williams pack, but it was not enough to send someone to interface with them. My wolves had been patrolling the area to intercept any drug sellers from the other packs for months, and they still hadn’t caught the person responsible.

Something in my blood told me that Reginald or Leon had to be involved since we still hadn’t tracked them down, either. Jet’s former pack member and Terrance’s former beta were in the wind after they’d teamed up to nearly kill Jet.

Jet’s new beta and my best friend since childhood, Grayson, had had no luck spotting them during his numerous searches. It was good to know that I had a circle of other alpha wolves who I could count on as allies, but it didn’t seem to be enough right now. The drug was still finding its way into innocent hands.

Brooks had been an instrumental ally, and damn, it was good to have him at my back. We’d hit it off so well back when it had been his father having clandestine meetings with Jet, and with Grayson in tow, we were the rowdiest bunch of assholes in the forest. I didn’t get to see Brooks as much as I’d like, or Grayson now, but he’d heard the news about me being alpha and gotten me good and drunk when we’d all met up at Jet’s house a month ago.

I looked out the window into the forest surrounding the Collins land. I still hadn’t thought of a new moniker to replace Collins, and the leaves were falling quicker and quicker as autumn trucked on.

A deer was crossing through the trees a few yards from the line of the back property. I could smell it from here, and my wolf scratched at the seams, looking to get out and hunt. It had been a fucking minute since I’d gone for a run or a hunt, and I knew that he was feeling more pent-up than I was.

Putting my hand on the glass, I let the cool sensation melt into my palm. “It’s all a damn mess. Those kids…ugh.”

I sighed. I’d been young and stupid, too, and I knew just how a drug like this would have affected me. God, I would have been that much more insufferable.

Stepping back from the window, I went back to the table and chair that I’d brought into this side room to act as my office. There was nothing of the sort before, and the place still had the subtle stench of stale alcohol clinging to it. I’d been on my hands and knees with the others scrubbing down the place, but it was like the past just didn’t want to let go.

Sitting down with a huff, I let myself fall against the back of the chair, my hair sweeping past my ears as I looked up at the ceiling. I needed a trim, but I’d been a bit fucking busy.

The long crack in the plaster above me that stretched from left to right was a familiar one. I’d spent the past few months staring at it when there was nothing else I could do. I missed Jet and MacKenzie. Hell, I missed Jet’s wolfless mate, Senna, and their twins. Those pups were the fucking best—all giggles and chaos.

I knew they needed me here. I knew I had a responsibility to this pack because I killed their alpha, but…

I never wanted to be a leader.

Sure, I had my hopes set on Jet’s beta, but that was with the Edwards pack. That was back home.

“Home.”

It seemed so endlessly far away right now, and my mind wandered. I remembered growing up in the Edwards woods, being a general terror and taking forever to get out of that terrible bully streak I was on.

Fuck, I’d been such a shit.

I couldn’t really say why I’d been like that, either. I’d had Jet at that point, and I’d always had MacKenzie with me—twins till the end, of course. But I guess I was still coming off the pain of losing our folks. When Kenzie and I were adopted into Jet’s pack, it came with so many new experiences. They were more forgiving of humans, if very adamant about staying away from them, and Jet’s leadership was built on mutual trust, not just bloodline tradition.

---