Taken By My Alpha
Chapter 8
Tiberius’ POV
The moment she climbed up the stage and came into my view, I could feel my wolf, Torin, howling in happiness. She looked beautiful standing under the fading sun in the middle of the arena, although looking quite anxious, perhaps because she was about to fight with an unfamiliar pack’s wolf.
When I had seen her for the first time in my office, I had thought that she hadn’t recognized me because of being underage. But when she confirmed that she had already turned eighteen, I knew there was something wrong with her. And I was determined to find out what.
From the way Alfred kept giving me sneaky smirks, I knew Alfred had figured out why I was so overly conscious around Heather. He is my closest friend, we had grown up together in this pack. I know I was not my laid back, usual self whenever anything involved Heather, but I couldn’t help my reactions either.
Yesterday during the session, I had seen his dirty smirk when he had purposefully walked in on my private training session with Heather using the drink as an excuse. I wanted to be alone with her, but the bastard could not keep himself away from us just to have fun.
And when he got close to Heather with his hands on her body, even if they were just a pair of damn eyebrows, my wolf started to lose control. Seeing Heather’s attention fixated on Alfred sent a dark sensation through my body that I had never felt before- to the point that my wolf urged me to challenge Alfred to duel and prove to my mate that I am more deserving of her than any other man in the world.
The only thing that stopped me is knowing that he was only teasing me to confirm his thoughts.
wanted to kill
me so I had no way of helping her. I did not want to push her to confide in me until she was ready
point of drawing out my claws. I knew it was just a
start using the tactic I had taught
Clever girl.
in agreement inside
Heather with a deadly lunge. I jumped off the bleachers and ran towards the
she ignored my order, lost in her bloodlust. And just when I thought I might
me in place of Heather. Christine seemed to have suffered from the same shock as me as her fangs snapped in the cold air, missing Heather’s body. I kicked at her from the side, making her fall off the stage, and picked up the wolf in my arms protectively, growling angrily at Christine’s
color with bright, blue eyes that stared up at
was so small and fragile. I never knew how much I could feel the need to protect someone in my life until this moment. I gently stroked the wolf
the stage and stormed off from there. Clarice's breaths were heavy and uneven, and then the moment her stupor broke, she came running towards