The Nαmeless Λlphα

Tesla leans into the head pat. “I will strive to do just that Alpha.” And then she politely excused herself before walking over to the memorial and sitting down, beginning a one-sided conversation with it towards lost friends.

West yelped as his wrist was broken, and he snatched his hand back. He could feel the bones snapping back together. It was a reminder of his rank and place in the city, and West could see why Patrick wanted him out of it. The wolf frowned, holding his healing wrist in his hand, “I-I…I apologize. I did not mean to make demands like that”. The mention of Gabe caught his attention. Once the gang was dealt with it meant Gabe would be free too. West wondered if he knew. 

“If I could…Could I ask something of you, Alpha? Just information, no favor or anything”. 

...

The Alpha lets the pup remove his hand; had he not wanted it to occur, he wouldn’t have released his hold on it. “Your apologies are welcome and accepted, child.” When the pup requires information out of him, he can figure out where his train of thoughts is going, and before the question is asked, he replies. 

“Logan did say something about how most pups are made in a mother, not a tube… Though my younger sister isn’t weak like me…” The words were not addressed to him, only her talking out loud. The pup was clearly confused, but shook it away. That could wait until later.

She backed away, not wanting to press him further. “Yes, Alpha. I apologize for not understanding, I will be a good girl. I promise to get better now that I know. Wouldn’t want to not be able to run with you or make more mistakes. Thank you for your time and wisdom. I’ll go talk with my dead friends at the memorial and go back to the person who brought me.”

“Wolves are indeed born, or sired.” The Alpha reinstates, but doesn’t comment on the child having a younger sister. Though, he would make sure this was something added to her file in the Archives; there’s another clone probably still alive roaming around the world. 

Tesla backpeddled. It was rare for her to show true fear. It was mixed with confusion, but mostly fear, even if she had no real understanding of the emotion. The pup lowered her stature, clearly shaking before she calmed herself enough to make it stop. Simon said the pack leader would hear me out… Why do I feel this feeling I haven’t felt in a while that elicits this response?  

Still, in a lowered stance, the pup continued. “I meant no such disrespect, Alpha. I apologize for the greeting as its what I’m used to with males of higher rank. I didn’t know the decorum until now, as I am still learning the pack’s ways. And the cookies are not out of any ill will. I simply wished to offer you a token of gratitude that I had not been able to give you during Ostara.” 

She was careful about her next words, but more so their order. “I thank you for your insight, Alpha. I want to be able to serve you, the Pack and Covaire better, so I simply wanted to know if there was a path I could pursuit. If it hadn’t been for the friends I lost, I wouldn’t be here tonight, and I owe it to them to survive. If I can be of service to you, call on me at any time.” 

The pup lowered herself further since she didn’t know how far would be pushing to far after stating the prior thoughts. “But would it be selfish to ask what you mean by an aberration? I don’t understand the term. And Simon told me to ask one more thing I almost forgot… If it’s not rude to ask of course… If I get a place outside Le Bordel, can I get a Service Dog like Bear? It really helps to know when my body is about to fail me.”

"Then you should pay them respect, instead of thinking of yourself, child." The ancient wolf remains stoic as she cowers before him. Her excuses don't do much to help. It's shameful to know so little after living in his Beloved for years. He doesn't say anything, neither encouraging, nor accepting her apology. No instead, he tests her, see how she will fall further, or come back from her mistake.

Tesla walked towards the Pack’s head wolf. She was not exactly sure how to address the older wolf, so she’d been hesitant even behind the “mask” of her costume until he spoke. “Sir. It’s very nice to talk to you now that I’m part of the pack. Firstly, I would wish you well this evening and offer you a cookie.”

The puppy held out a basket of black and white cookies as she continued. “Secondly, I don’t know if you are aware of my condition, but I get sick often, which I know is unusual for werewolves. And as you’re one of the oldest wolves I know, probably the oldest, I wondered if you’d know of any secrets to fixing my immune system?”

The outfit itself is enough for him to quirk an eyebrow; this would be more appropriate for a costume party than a Masquerade. Children these days... Yet what truly sets him off - as much as man like him can be set off - is the way she addresses him and the food she’d brought. “Child, I am the Alpha of this city, and you will refer to me as such; nothing else.” His voice remains calm, but he is still correcting her. “There is plenty of food for my guests and I to eat. Are you trying to suggest what I serve my people is inadequate?” He waves his hand at her basket in dismissal. 

The evening is going well so far, minus that one couple that he had personally ejected behind the scene. They could've fucked anywhere, but had decided to do so in a dark corner of the Memorial. No one but the organisers had been made aware of it—the remaining guests had continued with their night normally.

@patrickpendrix @michael-westly @covairecityrp​

~July 1st 2022

The child greets him from far away as he does his rounds in the woods. He gives him permission to come closer. "Patrick Pendrix." He says the name as he does most of his citizens; if only to let them aware that he knows who they are. But this one remains unbothered and graceful; like a man on a mission. "You're a man of mysteries." There, he gets a reaction; a proud smirk, like he's done something that worked. This child has erased his past. He's dangerous. Not to him, but to the commoners; he is.

"You're here for Michael?" It cannot be anything else; citizens rarely come to him, especially in the woods. And then, the child speaks and it's some time since someone last surprised him; though learning that this one is an assassin comes off as quite natural. No, the real surprise is the connection he has to both Michael and the information he will happily share to have the wolf's rank restored. The ancient Alpha doesn't even have to ask why the child would betray his gang, because that information is also provided.

He can tell the child hates to talk, especially in long length; it is always a welcome change to have a client that isn't enjoying the sound of their own voice once in a while. In the end, it's all about one thing; love. Even if the child doesn't say it, it's right there at the centre of everything. He's loyal and devoted. A sign that he was a wolf before, and probably still is in his mind.

He asks a few questions; testing the child, but this one reminds him of Leopold; he's aware of traps, yet still slips into them carefully. He can be a good asset to his pack, as long as the child gets something out of it which is easily provided in this case.

But the child does provoke a reaction out of him, when he mentions the attack during the night of his Gala. He doesn't care for their death, nor about how the chthonic deposed of the bodies. No, his anger comes from this gang of children attacking two of his citizens right under his nose. And that is when, he realises that this child had purposely kept that information till now; well played. He laughs.

The deal is made. The gang will fall and Gabe will be free.

Michael Westly,

You have been punished long enough and thus I welcome you back within my pack. Do not let the deal made be in vain or you will regret it.

Alpha.

@maximus-thanos​​ @justeamani​ @covairecityrp​​​

~October 1st 2021

The child is in the woods; picking strawberries up; from his observations, she seems to favour that fruit. He's in the forest himself to talk with her, but also to test his right-hand man, and see the progress he's made in controlling his powers. He will most certainly require the same of the young Concierge later. Their return is most welcome after the latest events that had occurred in his Beloved. After observing for a while, he lets the chthonic display his powers, by compelling the chaperone to leave without a word. Satisfied with the result, the nameless Alpha, tells the Warden to keep an eye on the chaperone until he's done with the child. He makes sure both their scents are known to the child, but by then, her chaperone is already under the powers of the Warden, and leaving. Attila comes to her and she starts to stand up. "Stay where you are child, and continue your task." He commands her a moment before he kneels at a respectable distance from her and helps her with said task. It reminds him of the old days; it's the mundane things like this that makes him miss his other packs immensely.

"You know why I'm here. There's no need to pretend why I would go to such length to have you alone; far away from Maximus." He speaks evenly. "You are but days away from being a century. I might be the Alpha, but I cannot simply releases you. So here are my bargains to you, child— become an escort for a decade, and then, I will set you free from my Beloved. Or become a civilian for two, with the same outcomes." Either way, the ancient wolf will let her go, with her memories. This pup has suffered enough the decisions of other men. Many would say she isn't innocent and killed a mage, but it's one who killed her first. He sees a bit of himself into her; during his time as a gladiator. Although, no one else had been more powerful than him once released; contrary to Amani. The child's response to his offer is no surprise to him, he has seen a few before her finding freedom in their loyalty to another. Attila is curious to see if her relationship with Maximus will grow as strong as his Warden and the young concierge. He sees the similarities after all. He smiles at her; a nod is given too. "You will be placed in his care, but only with his approbation. If he refuses you, I will make you a civilian. The same will be done if something ever happens to him."

He observes her reactions like a hawk; there is deep attachment there. "Why him, child? Almost seventy years within my Beloved, and none could sway you from your path. But he did, in a matter of two years. What makes him different?" He sees her blooming before his very eyes. Is she aware of the love she carries for the Greek wolf? It's not mindless and it's not just servitude. It's that calm strength beneath her words. He knows she will kill to protect her client. A title that seems almost disrespectful to think of for what the other is to this pup. "I understand." Is all he gives, but his two words have the desired effect and the child's expression is one of relief.

But now, he must make sure she is doing well too. "Tell me about your days, child. How has your life been?" A simple question, but one that often reveals so much more. The pup's mind seems to go somewhere else, and her eyes fill with warmth. "Maximus is not here child. And did I not ask about him." He remarks; his tone as even as always, but this time, he is playfully antagonising her. He listens to her then as they continue to pick the wild berries; until eventually, her basket is filled. He stands first and offers his hand to the child; which she takes before paying her gratitude. Simple, yet so sincere. The ancient wolf is proud of her— he smiles at her, like a proud and loving father, before he kisses her forehead. 

Her blushing is beautiful, he could have fucked her there, but some loyalty can be gained and kept without it. "Go back to Maximus' house and then, come back here. Two letters will be waiting for you. One for him; to open when time comes and one for you." He explains. He's about to leave when he turns to her. "Amani," He doesn't often uses names, it gives them more impact when he does though. "Surrendering oneself to another like you are; it is quite remarkable. I know you'll make a good mate for him." She has such potential. He does not wait for her reaction. He doesn't think his words will sink in for a while beyond an initial blush.

He tells Leopold to release the chaperone, before he speeds up to his office, the letters are written, sealed, and placed in the woods within fifteen minutes. If the Greek child rejects this pup, he'll keep her, and groom her to be fiercely loyal to him instead.

Amani,

As offered in 2013, and due to your outstanding behaviour in upholding your side of the bargain, you have be granted your transitional freedom through the new rank of escort as per your request. This higher rank can still be revoked if you prove yourself to be incapable of keeping yourself in line, which I know will not be an issue with you. As agreed, you are now bound to Covaire City for the next decade, before being granted full freedom with your memories. You are to be placed under Maximus Thanos' care, but if he denies your desire, or if anything was to happen to him, you will automatically be made a civilian, and bound to my Beloved for twenty years.

Do not disappoint me, child.

Alpha.

Maximus Thanos,

Your patience has been greatly rewarded, Amani has chosen - willingly - to remain at your side. She is fiercely loyal, devoted and has nothing but respect for you. If you agree to her desire to stay with you, make a call to the Dominion. But if you were to refuse, know that I will take her loyalty and devotion from you, and make it mine.

Alpha.

@nolcnwcde​

It’s a sad day for him. The ancient stands tall and mighty for many; cruel and terrifying to others. Some even think him heartless, but the truth is far more complicated than this black and white version of him. Each time a wolf of his Beloved dies he mourns their lost – may they be a criminal or one that he’s proud of. But Attila understands that Covaire City’s pack is like no other packs in this world; and for that sole reason, one cannot let others seen any cracks or weaknesses. But today, his whole pack and Beloved mourns. Now, they know why the house that they have named the Echo House, appeared a month ago; it was the spirits all along.

And it’s because the dead are visiting that he tells the child to meet him in the woods. Nolan had come to him a week after the disappearance of the Echo House. The Alpha had already known about his condition. Throughout his long life, he’d seen other humans failing to fully transition to a supernatural body – bringing with them the sickness of the mortal. For a while, Attila had expected Nolan to have a long, but painful life, but his mortality was catching up on him, and eventually, there was a risk that the child would stay alive, but as nothing more than a shell. It’s something that neither of them had been willing to allow. After all, the ancient wolf always rewarded those deserving.

And this child, he deserves dignity. Death isn’t always the solution; in fact, the nameless Alpha much prefers to punish, than kill, because death is final and something people don’t deserve an end. After all, the mortals call it eternal damnation for a reason when it comes to punishing sinners. But Nolan is none of that. And when he arrives, Attila has everything ready for his final moment; though, most is in another location. He doesn’t ask if the child is ready; he’s been ready for a while now. He’s about to help the child to lie down on a bed of small wild flowers, when the doctor speaks. “Thank you, Alpha. For giving me a life worth living, and a pack worthy of living under. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” Attila smiles affectionately at the pup and kisses his forehead. “Your gratitude is most welcome, Nolan Wade.”

Once the wolf is lying on the bed of flowers, the Alpha kneels at his side, before injecting a sedative right into the others ribcage, but the pain will only be a pinch, before the child feels nothing. Attila wants him to be awake, but for his death to be painless. His hand enters the other’s torso easily, going underneath his ribcage to grab his heart carefully. “May the Moon guide you in the afterlife, and Light and Darkness welcome you amongst the stars. Farewell child. You have made me proud and will not be forgotten.” And just as he finishes, he rips out the wolf’s heart. He watches as the light leaves Nolan’s gaze; a peaceful expression on his face.

The ancient wolf takes Nolan’s body and heart into his arms, to bring the child to a clearing in the forest where a pyre awaits. He sets him down carefully before lighting up the fire. He says his short prayer again, but this time in proto-Celt. “May the Moon guide you in the afterlife, and Light and Darkness welcome you amongst the stars. Farewell Nolan Wade.” Attila remains there; keeping the fire alive and strong, until there’s nothing but ashes left, which are carried away by the breeze slowly. Three hours he stays, before he feels the presence of a soul beside him. “Do not waste your time on me child for I don’t know how long this miracle will last. Say your goodbyes.” He says evenly, before he walks away.

An hour later, a new photo and a name appears at the Memorial within the computer. It reads:

There’s a moment’s confusion when he mentions the perfume before she realizes what he’s referring to her. A laugh slips past her lips and she shakes her head. “You do enjoy making me squirm, don’t you.” It’s hardly a question, more a statement of fact because they both know she is right. “I don’t know if tonight is the best time to ask him about it. But if I find the chance I’ll ask him for a meeting.” She assures him, nodding as he prepares to excuse himself. She knows she can’t take up all of his time, even if it is tempting. As he reminds her of the glass her hand loosens only a degree, another laugh slipping past her lips. “Wise words as always Alpha.” There’s an endearing look she gives him, one that only he will see as she watches him turn and walk away. 

Effy can’t help the shiver that travels through her when she hears the sound he makes. She licks her lips and her fingers tighten a little on her champagne glass. She’s finding it difficult to behave herself, keep her hands to herself at the moment, but she does. She has no doubt that the Alpha can smell how much she wants him. “I know. She’s already struggling since I’ve been back…blackouts, nose bleeds. She refuses to see it though.” Not that it was her fault. She hadn’t considered the idea of someone taking in Sarah before and after a moment she shakes her head. “I hadn’t thought of it, but I’m sure I could find someone to trust with her until then. Thank you Alpha, I always appreciate your words of wisdom.” 

“Yes, in that version she did take fate into her own hands. I wish I could tell you why I was brought here, but I don’t know. I only have speculations of what could be, but then I have no proof.” There was one that she was fond of in Covaire, he could be seen as a beast, in many ways. “I do have to add I am rather fond of the different version french writer Jeanne-Marie le Prince de Beaumont wrote in 1750.” Riya knew better than to insult his city, but truth be told, minus the status that was befallen on her, something about Covaire captivated the human. “As a prisoner, yes I feel trapped and can worry for my safety. There is much to learn and explore here, and I do like that part.” She could tell by his tone that he wasn’t too pleased with her choice. “I once had a life taken from me at a young age to work to gain it, and then have it taken away again. It would be nice to have power in my own fate.” She makes note of the name and wonders if she will meet this person. “I will keep that in mind.

If possibly Effy was sure her cheeks brightened further and a small laugh slipped past her lips as she shook her head. “Thank you Alpha. Though it feels as though you’re teasing me now.” She glanced over at him, taking a moment to admire him before her eyes drifted back to their surroundings. “I will do that, I was just hoping that perhaps I could fix it without having to go to the King. But it’s clear that I can’t.” She smiled softly and nodded. “I know, I refuse to accept otherwise.” 

“I have many favourite books.” It was hard for her to merely pick one. It all depended on the mood she was having. That usually dictated what she would read. “For the literature theme you have having tonight, I would find myself more drawn to Belle, from Beauty and the Beast. We both have a passion for books and end up trapped in a place. It appears to be horrible at first, but there is much to learn.” She thought about the theme he picked for last year’s gala and smiled. “Was that world mythology or Greek. Most tend to lean that way. I would have loved to dress as Shakti, the goddess of power. She was one of the original three for Hindu.” Her head slants at his question, and when he tells her to speak, she doesn’t keep him waiting. “Thus far, I have not met another who shares a love of book knowledge.” She speaks honestly. 

Effy’s smile softens, it’s nice to hear him laugh, to see the smile on his lips. Her gaze catches his briefly and she feels a blush rise to her cheeks at the look she sees there. Just as quickly her eyes are back on the stone and she clears her throat, taking another drink of her champagne. She’s taken by surprise by the question and there’s a pause of silence from her before she shakes her head. “Someone’s tampered with her memory while I was gone. I don’t even know how she ended up a prisoner. But someone’s compelled her to believe I didn’t want her, that I told her precisely that and then chose to leave the city. The compulsion is strong, so far I’ve been unable to make her remember things correctly. I’ll keep trying though, she’ll be home soon enough.” She’s not willing to give up on her and Sarah, she would fix things. 

There were talks about the Alpha in the Chateau. It only seemed to pique her interest and she wanted to get to know him, meet him. “I do love the theme. I love literature. Reading was a hobby of mine growing up. From non-fiction to fiction. There was always something to read.” It also met she had no friends and it easier to get lost in a book than deal with the reality of her childhood, and teenage years. She looks down at her attire. “Sadly I do not know what the last gala outfit looked, but from what I hear of others, they do like this one. It’s comfortable.” She smiles at him. “I do like guessing what others are by what they are wearing. I know what I would have dressed as if I was allowed to attend, as a guest.”c