In the Alpha’s Arms

Bonus Chapter- Old World Charm

The stairwell, though free of other people, was full of strange, ethereal art that made everything feel closer. It was as if crossing the first threshold transported her back in time. The ambient lighting near the ceiling created a moonlight effect and that, coupled with the depiction of a forest along both walls, made Nyx take notice. She rose from her nap and shook off in Lita’s mind, nose sniffing for the scents of small game.

The trees seemed to blur as they walked, giving the illusion that they were running. And within the painted forest, wolves did run. Some were howling or jumping into clear stream water. Some were playing with one another or fighting. It was communal and common, like the old landscape painters would have depicted human people in a park.

It felt surreal, seeing the intimate aspects of another culture, another way of life. Nyx made a strange sound, some part of her embracing the imagery.

“What’s with the art?” Lita asked, stroking her fingers down the rough concrete as they continued down.

“Good ol‘ fashioned werewolf pride,” Ace snorted, “Just wait until you get downstairs. Whoever designed this place, had a heavy hand. Talk about a traditionalist. If I didn’t already know hard some of these elite types ride their own waves, I would almost call it propaganda, But they believe the shit they’re selling. One hundred percent. Imagine the most prestigious werewolves on the east coast wanting to surround themselves with the old world like this? Ridiculous. Access to every amenity and what do they do? Revert to the world before there were any amenities,”

“What’s the point of it, though? I don’t see how the forest has anything to do with fighting although Nyx seems to like it.”

“Yea, our wolves usually like anything simple,” he laughed, “They’re not exactly known for their higher thinking, Lita”

I will bite him right now, just give me the green light, Nyx growled, snapping her teeth.

Lita tsked in her mind. You need to curb that violence. You’ll never make my friends like that.

He’s not a friend, Nyx snapped, He’s family and family should know better than to cross their Luna, Arll be a small bite. hest a

little nip

When they reached the base of the stairs,

3. Ace

pushed open the door and held it so Lita could walk inside. He said, “But who knows, it’s probably supposed to make us tap into our natural instincts. Maybe they want us to let our baser selves out.” At that final sentiment, he gave her a wolfish grin which Lita promptly ignored.

“How do they keep this place away from humans, though? I’m sure a setup like this has to draw someone’s eye? And I haven’t known the type of people who stay at hotels like this, to take no for an answer when told they can’t have access to something,” Lita said, feeling the old internal wounds. begin to throb.

darkest days were spent at the mercy of people who couldn’t

said, his voice hard and unforgiving. She did. “You don’t give those people any space to breathe in there,” He pointed to

live rent–free in your head. That’s your space. You can take it back

her chest when he gave her the extra respect of her title. And his words tang true. She straightened her back, unaware that she’d begun to cower on instinct. Lita couldn’t let those thoughts in. Not

so much,

She

the room to create a soft glow. The dim yellow light was enough to see in, especially with wolf senses, but it still maintained enough shadow for the room to feel mysterious. It didn’t make sense for a fighting arena, did it? She supposed that had a lot to do

did set the tone though. Something like deja vu tugged at her. What did

There are security exits down here but they only open from the inside. You probably didn’t notice but there is security at the upstairs door too. The wolf kind of security and they can scent us. Any humans try to sneak in without a wolf present, they’re getting the boot. And trust me when I

to ignore the name, trying to ignore that her whole body went cold at the mention of her father. Ace had no idea the can of worms he’d opened and it was impossible to know if Cole had put the pieces together himself. It was a conversation Lita hadn’t managed to have yet. She was still on the fence about whether to confront her father

Old

with coming to the city

few people enter and exit the room with a predatory gaze. “Sort of. There’s a larger picture when it comes to your family’s pack Hr meant the parents she grew up with. He meant James.

He

they do much more than that. Asher’s pack is the head of the entire east

council head when we were kids and he’s held that title uncontested ever since. And before you ask, the council is basically the top Alphas of the United States. One for each region. And Asher’s high standing was why your dad could mobilize

even know what he looks like,” Lita now realized it was likely because her mother wanted to keep things underwraps.

went tense as she contemplated all those possibilities. “It’s exactly like that,” he said. “I mean we would have gone down fighting on our own, but Asher’s wolves made things easier. He had access to the transportation vehicles and everything. He even had the clearance to send his force across region lines to meet us in

when she inevitably ran into her father. Was he here now, lurking

pits. The concrete floor, the box shape, men sparring around the room, her being trapped below ground level with no easy way out–All of it hit her at once, twisting her gut with the ghost feel

but under all this be waved his free hand at the decor, “-are all the modern bells and whistles we need to stay safe, okay? It’s just a display. Just some shit to make everyone feel special. Or

edge. Maybe it had been their earlier conversation about those who had money and those who didn’t. Those who

small preparation rooms off to the side. And the tall ceilings left more than enough headroom for how wild

metal plates that mimicked vines. Beautiful, archaic, ethereal and terrifying, all at once. Ancient and

to see it with Maxim, where the teachings were backwards and the pack was subject to a

cycling through stretches and submission maneuvers. Some were near the vendor tables that had been lined up along the far wall. Even this place’s vendor tables were elegant and unexpected. Cream linens dressed the

was entirely

other wore pressed jumpsuits and heels. And as they used their cellphones, it was impossible to mistake what er they truly belonged in. Lita sighed, it was like Ace said,

focus to the tables, where she could make out a membership