Making the Alpha Submit

KAMIL'S POV

October 5th, xxxx

ONE WOULD THINK THE world is ending if they venture anywhere near the Winter Forest. A dense forest with imposing trees where the air is so sharp a statue could freeze.

Eleven shifters—none in their full form but a paw here, hind legs there—shifting effortlessly between wolf and human engaged in a physical altercation.

North Star Pack vs Blue Sun Pack.

Kamil sees the fist lunge at him just as he’s shaking the ringing in his ears. When fist meets bone, the force of it jolts him back, knocking air out of him.

His opponent rushes at him, grabs him by the waist and slams him hard on the ground. Lifting his knee, he hits his opponent hard in the throat.

Kamil sends a kick on his opponent's chest that crashes him to the ground. crashes unable to deflect the kick that flies in his chest that crashes him to the ground.

Kamil whips his head towards the Captain who smashes two heads together, that the force of it wobbles his stance.

His opponent punches him hard on the nose and the ringing in his ears intensifies. He hears the wild beating of his heart, the breaking of bones, the whacking of a tree branch to someone's head.

Thinking he has won, his opponent rushes at him, leaving himself wide open.

A mistake, Kamil thinks.

Timing it perfectly, he throws a vicious, skillful punch at his nose. He hears the satisfying crunch as the shifter falls to the ground and growls painfully.

One eye shut, head bleeding and guts burning, Kamil staggers towards the howling Shifter, grabs him by the hair and hammers his head so hard into the ground his scream halts everyone.

Breathing hard, Kamil looks at the shocked expression of the wide-eyed Blue Sun instigator in the grip of the Captain.

In a furious state of embarrassment, the instigator hits her head into the Captain's face subsequently freeing herself and lunges at him.

Kamil remains where he is. He notices that everyone though they're outnumbered seven to four, they're holding their own.

Territory is a bone of contention between their pack and the Blue Sun for almost a century because the Blue Sun bullheaded Alpha refuses to make amends.

But what he does is send eager trigger-happy omegas to infiltrate their territory to attempt and hassle their Alpha. It is starting to look very pathetic, actually.

Blue Sun believes that the canyon that surrounds the North Star land belongs to them. A river runs through the canyon and because of the wideness of the canyon and a waterfall, it stops just a bit into the Blue Sun territory.

That's the claim the Blue Sun Pack has been running with for almost a century. The argument is the part of the canyon that have settled right into their land is their goddess given right.

Therefore, altercations like this is a frequent happening. Blue Sun omegas hassle their Alpha, aggressive betas like these think they can come and finish the job.

Just because their Alpha is amused at the audacity of the omegas, the betas think they can come quarrel whenever they're bored?

Rolling out the chinks in his neck, Kamil catches the smirk playing on Anduan's lips. He reciprocates the smirk but it slides off immediately when the hairs on his neck rises and his ears pricks.

Everyone feels the presence too because they stop and stare over their shoulders to the Alpha striding towards them.

The moon highlights the wine of his suit, the black of his hair, the red of his eyes and the glint of his fangs.

When he stops right below the luminescence of the moon, their breath hitches at the whimpering omega held by his hair, the smell of urine and blood polluting the air.

The Alpha, tall and muscular scowls, angry gaze zeroing in on the iBlue Sun instigator clenching her jaw.

The Alpha comes forward and throws the omega to the ground towards her. Stretching his arms wide, his lips curl in a snarl.

"Here I am. Finish the job, beta."

His voice is flat, almost dull in its utterance but Kamil hears the underlying strength in it. It's a voice that all Alphas seem to be born with—a reckon to be heard.

The Captain leaves the side of the beta but doesn't come closer to the Alpha. The leader notices the subtle message—that they're outnumbered, Alpha to seven.

"What is this? You don't want to?" mocking, he waits a beat but none accepts the challenge.

Impatient, the Alpha stomps to the beta, grabs her by the chin and presses, hard enough to threaten the breaking of bone.

"Ten days. Are you so much of a savage that you can't wait? Your coming here is a blatant disrespect of the ten day pact your Alpha agreed to."

Another subtle message. Your Alpha isn't a wolf of his word.

"Pathetic," the Alpha flings her head away. "I'll be having a word with your Alpha at dawn. You lot ought to be disciplined."

A head gesture, the North Star wolves shifts into full form before chasing the intruders out of the territory. They leave the omega on the ground who when the Alpha turns around, stammers when the Captain yanks him up by the collar.

"Goddess, stay still or you'll hurt yourself," to the Alpha, he says, "See. This is the reason why you need security. These omegas won't stop—"

"Camuel," the Alpha starts off in a warning tone, "Are you suggesting I can't handle an omega?"

"You're always alone. I'm worried for your safety."

"Really? I thought that's why our defences is weak. Because you're worried about me."

"The fuck— You know our numbers are insufficient—"

"Which is why a security detail would be wasted on me!"

An everyday argument between brothers. Camuel believes the soldiers are for the Alpha before anyone else and the Alpha commands the soldiers are for the Pack's safety before his.

And Kamil? As the Major and third-in-command, he's often placed in the middle more times than he can count.

If not for the Blue Sun Pack being so closely located, he wouldn't be spending every waking hour concerned about the vulnerability of their security.

"Just because the blood on you now isn't yours doesn't— For the love of Goddess, stop squirming, will you!" Camuel barks at the omega who immediately goes still.

"Right. Fidgety omegas are threatening. Get the fuck out of here."

Grunting, Camuel drags the omega away violently cursing the omega.Foul mouth, that one. Silently, Kamil falls in step with the Alpha as they walk away from the forest towards the settlement.

The white forest changes the further they leave it behind, trees becomes less clustered, the earth humid, air so cool and light that when Kamil breathes, his chest expands.

Instead of stepping out into the community, they go around and emerge towards the lake. When Kamil inhales, the constriction around his heart loosens. Staying too long in the Winter Forest can stop beating hearts.

"It's so peaceful without Cam's barking."

Kamil peeks at the Alpha staring at the moon. The richness of his golden-brown glows.

By now, the bruises Kamil suffered in the fight has healed, but he can still feel the sting in his nose, the itch in his eyes, the burn of his knuckles.

They stay like that for a while appreciating the beauty and quietness of the night.

Cutting the calmness short, the Alpha takes a step back, nods in his direction and bids a, "Good night, Major," before walking away.