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.

the mercy of people who couldn’t comprehend

turned to her silently, seeing all the things written on her face. She didn’t like being so exposed, so sem. “Look at me,” he said, his voice hard and unforgiving. She did. “You don’t give those people any

That’s your space. You can take it back whenever

his words tang true. She straightened her back,

so much,

She

to studying the expansive room. Lita was struck first by the mood lighting. Similar to the ambient lighting of the stairwell, faux torches were strategically placed around the room to create a soft glow. The dim yellow light was enough to see in, especially with wolf senses,

vu tugged at her. What did

the upper doors are locked,” Ace answered the question she’d forgotten she asked. “No one in. No one out. 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

of her father. Ace had no idea the can of worms he’d opened and it was impossible to

Chapter- Old World

gut twisted. She had been fine with coming to the city when she thought the chances of running into anyone was

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. But all Lita heard was Asher,

He

York, really–but they do much more

ask, “He was elected as the east coast 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 all that manpower to

like a governor but for an entire region? I admit I didn’t interact with him much growing up. I don’t even know what he looks like,” Lita now realized it

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 midwest territory. Shit, who runs that, Alpha bue? Alpha Turk? I can’t remember. Either way, without his sign off, we would have had to be discreet or risk ruffling some feathers. Maxim wasn’t a friend to the regional head or anything, but

happen when she inevitably ran into her father. Was

grown considerably more crowded. For a split second, her mind flashed to the 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 of cold water splashing against her thighs, burning her nose. As if sensing where her mind had gone. Ace nudged her gently with his

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

and Lita couldn’t easily tell if it was the theatrics or her discomfort that him on edge. Maybe it had been their earlier conversation

preparation rooms off to the side. And the tall ceilings left more than enough headroom for how wild wolf fights could get. Cylindrical pillars around the room supported the weight of the upper levels and though they were likely made of concrete, the pillars

looked between the bodies around the room, she saw all the walls were covered in similarly shaped metal plates that mimicked vines. Beautiful, archaic, ethereal and terrifying, all at once.

compound. The decadence steeped in legacy and the old world, something so outdated that it belonged in a museum. She expected to see it with Maxim, where the teachings were backwards and the pack was subject to a cruel, grandoise Alpha, But here, in

up along the far wall. Even this place’s vendor tables were elegant and unexpected. Cream linens

was entirely

in cropped jeans and t–shirts like Lita while 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,

her focus to the tables, where she could