Blind Alpha: A Dark Fantasy

by Charlotte Michelle

  I may not be a fighter, but I will fight with Landon until my last second on this earth. I will fight until my last breath side by side with my packmates.

  “I can’t believe you!”

  “The discussion is over. I don’t want an argument, Lana.”

  Instead of answering him, I turn on my heels and storm out of the room, down to where my friends and brother are sitting. Trent lifts his eyes to see me, feeling my anger.

  “What are you wearing?” he asks. I let out a growl, shooting him daggers. He looks at me with complete shock and fear as I grab his arm and yank him off the couch. I pull him into the kitchen.

  You need to go to the Prowler Pack. You need to ask for their help.

  You want to go behind Landon’s back? You know that is a pack crime, Trent says to me.

  Do you want to die without even being with Natalie?

  He lets out a sigh and leans against the kitchen counter, shaking his head. I run a hand through my hair and groan in anger.

  We could turn ourselves in, Trent says.

  I shake my head. No.

  It’s either you or Landon.

  Trent, I know this is very selfish of me to ask… But there is no one I trust more than you. Trent frowns, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

  “Please… You saved me months ago… Help me save this pack.”

  Trent grabs my right shoulder and pulls me into a warm, brotherly hug. I sob into his shoulder, clinging onto his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping me rooted.

  “Alright, I will go.” Trent pulls back, his hands on my shoulders. He looks into my eyes. “I will go, Lana.”

  I nod, rubbing the back of my hand over my eyes. “I love you, Trent. Thank you.”

  “I’ll leave tonight when everyone is asleep.”

  ***

  Landon hasn’t left the room since our argument. It is nearly ten at night as I make my way up to our bedroom. I open the door, seeing him sitting on the bed and staring blindly in front of him.

  I close the door, walking over to get into bed and making sure not to step on the glass shards from the lamp. I pull the cover over me, laying my head on Landon’s lap. He gently digs his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp.

  “All I care about is your safety, Lana,” he whispers. I smile, closing my eyes. “I will die for you. I will kill for you.”

  I reach up and cup his cheek with my hand, rubbing my thumb along his cheekbone. He leans his head into my hand, pressing a kiss into my palm.

  “I love you so much. But I can’t let you go into this battle alone. We need the Prowler pack.”

  Landon frowns. “Don’t say that, Lana.”

  I know I’ve wounded him. That was the last thing I ever wanted. But he has to understand where I am coming from. “What would it take for you to ask for their help? What needs to happen?”

  “Nothing. I will never ask for their help. I will sooner die than plea for that vile creature’s aid!”

  Tears well in my eyes as I grab hold of his hand. I intertwine our fingers. “Even if there is a possibility of having a family? Please, do not end our future without giving it a chance.”

  Landon looks down at my stomach, but I shake my head. No… I’m not pregnant. But I can be, one day. I want to be. I want to have a happy future with Landon, with children surrounding us.

  Landon lets out a sigh, leaning down to rest his forehead against my own. My fingers grasp the hair at the nape of his neck.

  “You’re sure?” he asks against my lips. I nod my head, smiling slightly. “You’re sure they can be trusted? That this is going to work?”

  Of course, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t trust anyone other than my pack… my family. But we have to at least try. I nod again.

  I close my eyes as Landon lets out a low growl, his fingers digging into my hips. I know this is hard for him, to trust… To let go of his past and make this alliance. But my mate is strong.

  “Alright, Lana. I trust you.” Landon places a sweet kiss on my nose and changes our positions so I am warm against his chest.

  Trent, don’t go. I don’t say anything else because Landon captures my mouth in a breathtaking kiss and takes us into a night that could grant me the future I so desperately want.

  Chapter 20

  Landon

  March 13, 2014

  I wake up with Lana’s head on my chest, her body pressed close to mine. I smile, giving her warm body a gentle squeeze.

  I meant what I said. I will ask for Macklin Calhon’s help. If that means gritting my teeth and holding back four years of vengeance, I will. I will not let anything happen to Lana or our promising future. And the only way is to ask for the monster’s aid.

  I run my hand over Lana’s soft back with my fingertips, causing her to moan and press closer to me, trying to escape my touch. I smile, knowing it tickles her.

  “You’re evil.” Her voice is thick with sleep as she speaks. Lana clears her throat and rolls away from me, stretching. “I was having a good dream.”

  “We need to get up… It feels like noon,” I tell her. After last night, we needed all the sleep we could get. She was like a lion in heat.

  “It’s seven,” she mumbles, thumping me on the chest as she slides out of bed. I let out a chuckle, calling upon my wolf to get a few glimpses of her beauty as she walks to the bathroom. Her hair is a tangled mess, but that is to be expected. My shirt barely covers her butt, leaving her legs fully exposed. She is truly perfect.

  I hop out of bed, making my way to my dresser with ease, grabbing a simple t-shirt, boxers and basketball shorts. I then walk into the bathroom where the shower is already running.

  “Don’t steal all the water,” I hear Lana say as I step in with her.

  After a long shower, we both get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast. I can feel Mason, Natalie, and Sarah already sitting at the table. There is another presence… It must be Jesse. It is taking me some time to get used to her and Trent being here.

  Lana and I take our usual spots, our hands intertwined.

  “Sleep well, you two?” Mason says in a knowing voice. I shoot him a glare, and I am sure Lana stuck her tongue out at him.

  “Mature, Blondie.”

  I never really thought Mason was that blond. He must have bleached his hair since the time I’ve gone blind.

  Orange juice and pancakes are placed in front of Lana and me. I don’t hesitate to dive in, scarfing the cakes down.

  Jenny then enters the room, yawning quite loudly. “Jeez, I think you guys shook the entire house.” I hear her say to Lana. Mason laughs like a hyena on my right.

  I roll my eyes, a smile on my lips as I hear Lana’s heart racing. Is she embarrassed?

  “Enough. We have children here,” Lana says, her voice shaking. But not with discomfort… with laughter. I turn my head, catching the soft hiccups of her laugh.

  Mason continues to laugh, Jesse chiming in with a giggle. My sister and Sarah don’t seem to understand, which is good.

  As the table goes quiet, we all begin to go back to eating in a peaceful silence. I was about to apologize for last night when I am suddenly misted with orange juice.

  Lana lets out a tremendous laugh, spraying all of us with orange juice that she wasn’t able to swallow. Her laugh is infectious, causing us to all join in with her until our sides hurt.

  “I am so sorry. I don’t know why I did that,” Lana barely manages to say.

  “That’s so gross.” I hear Sarah say.

  Once the orange juice is cleaned up, we all depart from the table. Lana leaves to help carry the dishes into the kitchen, leaving Mason and me.

  I wanted to wait until Trent showed up to discuss asking for the Prowler Pack’s help. He surely should have been up with all the noise.

  “Where is Trent?” I ask him.

  Mason doesn’t answer right away. His heart races, and I feel his anxiety as if it were my own. I crease my eyebrows in confusion. What? Did he kill the man?

>   “Trent left to go speak with Macklin Calhon.”

  “What?” I hear Lana yell from the entrance of the kitchen.

  “What do you mean ‘what’? You’re the one who told him to go,” Mason says. Why would Lana tell him to go when I agreed to speak to the Prowler pack?

  “I told him not to go!”

  “Did you make sure he got your message? That his mind wasn’t blocked?” I ask her, turning to face her. Lana grows silent, and her fear overwhelms me. I get to my feet and walk over to grab onto her shoulders.

  “He’s not answering. What if they have him? They’ll kill him! He’s not an Alpha… Oh, my Moon Goddess! What have I done? I am so stupid. I’ve killed him!” Lana begins to panic, her breathing coming in bursts. She starts to hyperventilate.

  “Shh, calm down, Lana. Mason and I will go get him. I promise I will bring him home.” I turn to Mason, shooting him a message to go wait outside.

  Lana grabs my face, turning it back to her. A hard kiss is pressed to my lips, causing me to wrap my arms around her tightly and kissing her back with fervor.

  “Please be careful,” she whispers, giving me a hug before I step back and call upon my wolf. I’m not sure what would happen, but I have to look at her.

  Her cheeks are flushed, wet with tears. Her eyes are wide with fear and her hair damp against her shoulders. I will do everything in my power to make sure this isn’t the last image I have of her.

  “I love you,” I tell her before I run outside, allowing the shift to overtake me. Mason is already in wolf form, waiting for me.

  Together, we take off just as we had four years ago, in the direction of the Prowler pack. Hopefully, this time, there will be a different outcome.

  Chapter 21

  Lana

  March 13, 2014

  Jesse, Jenny, and I sit at the kitchen table in silence. Natalie and Sarah went off to play.

  I look at Jesse, wondering if she is struggling with all of this. Mason is her mate… Does it bother her that he is gone to the pack that murdered his friends? Because it sure as hell bothers me.

  Why are we just sitting here while they are risking their lives? For my brother…

  This isn’t right. I am the Luna. I should be by the Alpha’s side, Not sitting like a housewife, waiting for her husband to come home.

  I stand up, causing the others to join me as well.

  “What are you doing?” Jesse asks.

  “I should be with him,” I say.

  “No, you should be here. With Landon gone, you are now the Alpha. The pack looks to you for guidance. If something were to happen to him—” I cut Jenny off with a hard glare. Nothing is going to happen to Landon. They underestimate his strength.

  “I’m going. As Gamma and as Luna’s guard, I would expect you to come with me.” I look at Jesse, arching my right eyebrow. “Mason is your mate. Enough said.” I turn and storm out of the house, shifting into my brown wolf.

  My two best friends seem hesitant but soon follow my lead. I give a slight smirk before I turn to Jenny.

  “You’re the only one who knows where the Prowler pack is. Lead the way,” I say. Jenny lets out a heavy, wolfy sigh before she takes off into a full speed sprint. Jesse and I keep up easily.

  Are you sure this is wise? Jesse asks.

  I glance at her, shaking my head. I know it isn’t. But they never told us to stay put.

  Jesse lets out a snort. You’re an idiot. And I’m an idiot for listening to an idiot.

  I smile at my childhood friend. Jesse and I were accustomed to getting in trouble. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

  I felt bad for Jenny, however. She is only doing her duty, and I hope that doesn’t result in some sort of punishment from Landon.

  We reach the territory in ten minutes, coming to a halt at their perimeter. We have a good eye on Landon and Mason, approaching the Prowler’s house. They are surrounded by Prowler men. They are all in human form, clothed in nothing but shorts.

  What’s your plan, Lana? Jenny asks. I look over at her, chewing on my bottom lip. I honestly didn’t have one.

  We wait here. If it seems to go south, we attack. If everything goes smoothly... then we do nothing, I say to both Jesse and Jenny.

  With that, we lower to our bellies, our eyes fixated on the pack house, watching as Landon and Blondie disappear behind the door.

  As long as I feel Landon’s connection, I know he is alright. Once I sense the slightest disturbance, I am raising hell on this house. They won’t know what hit them.

  I may not be the best fighter, but I remember Trent’s training session. I know how to go for a swift kill. And whoever is at the opposing end will regret coming in between my mate and me.

  ***

  We wait for three hours, just laying there in wolf form. I can still feel Landon with me, meaning nothing has happened. They haven’t threatened or harmed him. I wish I knew what was being said. The distance is too far for my ears to decipher.

  Jenny was beginning to get nervous, pacing back and forth. She didn’t like sitting here like ducks. She felt we were reckless, that we weren’t discreet. I understood, but we had to be close enough to act. If something were to happen, I am not going to allow distance be the reason something happens to Landon.

  Jesse gnaws on her paws beside me. I eye her as she licks and nips at her ankle and paw until they are red. She is worried and anxious. Mason is her mate, and I understand the way she was feeling.

  Is he still alive?

  Will I ever see him again?

  Does he know just how much I love him?

  Why haven’t I voiced my feelings as much as I should have?

  All these questions swarm through my mind. I know Landon is still alive. I could feel him. All the other questions are eating me alive.

  I hear the door to the Prowler pack house open, causing me to jump to my feet.

  Easy, Lana, Jenny warns. I ignore her, watching as Landon, Mason, and Trent stumble out, bloodied and weak. I let out a low growl.

  Why did I not feel Landon’s pain? I should have felt the first injury.

  I watch as five Prowler wolves circle around my three men. I loved all three of them, and I will be damned if I let anything happen. Blondie stands in front of Landon, shifting into his wolf. Soon, Trent and Landon follow suit. They were going to fight.

  The Prowler wolves snarl, gnashing their teeth. I watch as their muscles coil in preparation to attack.

  I push off the ground into a sprint, running straight for the wolf targeting Landon. I lunge right into the wolf’s side, biting into his shoulder. The force of my hit causes us to roll a couple of feet. I push off him, shifting my body, so I stand in between Landon and the gray Prowler wolf. He bares his teeth at me, blood and saliva dripping. I notice that the blood is his from the damage of my impact.

  My eyes flicker briefly to the side to see Jesse and Jenny fighting as well.

  Another Prowler wolf comes to my left, causing me to jump away from the assault. I eye both of them. The gray one is older and stronger while the red one is only a kid. I don’t know what to do. I don’t believe in harming children.

  I turn my attention back to the gray wolf and lunge at him again. We bite and scratch at each other until the red wolf tackles me to the ground. I growl, trying to push him away from me.

  Please don’t make me hurt you, kid. Once I get away from his attacks, I return to the gray wolf, ignoring the biting at my side. The gray wolf snakes forward, ears flat and jaw wide. I let out a howl as he sinks his teeth into my neck. I am shoved to the ground, letting out a cry in pain as the red wolf bites my shoulder.

  I turn my head to see everyone fighting an opponent, holding their own in the battle. Landon, Mason and Trent are so weak, but even then, the Prowler’s Gammas were no match for them.

  As I watch Trent fight, I remember his lesson. I quickly lift my paw and place it on the gray wolf’s bottom jaw. I then shoot forward and take the top half of his snout in between my t
eeth. I quickly snap his jaw in half, killing him.

  I roll away from the red wolf and get to my feet, snarling at him. He shrinks away, looking at my friends who are victorious in their battles as well. Jenny runs over and lets a growl out at the red wolf, standing in front of me.

  “Enough!” I hear a booming voice. I look over my shoulder to see a man in his forties exit the Prowler House. He has salt and pepper hair and a subtle beard. His hazel eyes scrutinize the scene in front of him.

  I search for Landon and run to his side, shrinking under the glare of Macklin. Landon gives me a hard look before nuzzling his head against mine. I ignore the pain in my neck and shoulder, so happy that my mate is alive.

  “Who are you?” Macklin asks me. I look up at Landon, wondering what I should do. When I see a lady walk towards me with a large t-shirt, I shift. I yank the shirt from her hands and throw it over my body in the span of two seconds.

  “My name is Lana Pierce. I am the mate of Landon Matthews, Luna of the Shadow Pack. I am here to rescue my brother and to ask for your help,” I say. I glance down at Landon who remains in wolf form. He is at his strongest in this form, ready to attack anyone who moves to harm us. I step closer to him, feeling his warm fur against my bare legs.

  “I have already told your mate I will not help your pack. I do indeed hate the Cossitt Pack, but I will not stand with the men that murdered many members of my pack,” Macklin says. I want to punch the man senseless. He doesn’t understand the damage he did to Landon and the Shadow Pack, and he speaks of how we wounded him.

  “I am very sorry for your loss, but I believe you will benefit from this as well,” I say.

  Macklin crosses his arms, eyes me up and down, causing Landon to let out a warning growl. I sink my right hand’s fingers into his fur, trying to calm him down.

  “And how is that?”

  “You could be next. The Cossitt Pack is a power-hungry pack. They will never stop trying to be the biggest and baddest pack unless we stop them. So, sure, if you don’t want to help us, that may save you today, but don’t think they won’t be on your doorstep tomorrow.”