Alpha of Nightmares novel Chapter 2

Keeping my sisters close, we were loaded into the back of a black sedan. ‘When I give the signal, I want you to both tuck and roll out your doors. I won’t risk letting that insane Alpha anywhere near you.’ I instructed my sisters as André got into the driver’s seat. “Crista darling, whatever you mind linked your sisters. I wouldn’t recommend it. Child locks.” André grinned at me in the review.

I narrowed my eyes. God damn it. “No one will hurt you between here and the villa. Why don’t you try and get some rest?” he suggested. I didn’t trust him. He’s the son of the most feared Alpha in Europe. I won’t feel safe till my sisters, and I are far away from the Incubi pack. “Suit yourself.” André shrugged as he started to drive.

We were at the edge of their pack, so the drive was almost two hours. Despite how keyed up we all were, knowing we were basically prisoners of the Incubi pack, my sisters both fell asleep. Their heads leaning against my shoulders as they slept. They would both sporadically whimper, and I knew they were having nightmares. I frowned and hugged them tighter, trying to soothe them.

“What happened?” André asked, his curious gaze locking on me in the rearview. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Look, darling, I mean you no harm. I saved your ass back there from Santi. You cross into our territory, being chased by the brain-dead wolves of Madonie Pack. The little ones are in torn-up party dresses. And you look like you’ve been running for hours. So I’m curious. You aren’t from the Madonie pack. You don’t smell like them. So why were they chasing you? And better yet, what party did they chase you from?” he questioned.

I frowned. I didn’t want to talk about it. It was all still too soon. “I can’t help you if I don’t know the facts. And if you tell me, then I can relay to my father, so you don’t have to answer him.” he pointed out. I sighed. He made a point. I’m not sure what Alpha Chesed is like beyond his reputation. And I don’t know if I would be brave enough to speak to him.

“We are the daughters of Beta Christopher Fayte of the Nebrodi Pack. Our pack was celebrating the return of our future Alpha, Thales. When the Madonie pack attacked, led by their new Alpha Ignazio. They… the party became a massacre of wolves, including our Alpha Silvano and Luna Sherie. We… we watched Ignazio rip out our father’s heart and then our mother’s when she rushed him in a blind rage. Thales told me to run, to take my sisters and run. So I obeyed his command.” I painfully confessed.

“Ahhh… Ignazio. So bloodthirsty. Ignazio has always envied my papa and how people quake at just mentioning his name or our pack. But he’s still just a little flea. He is a boy playing war.” André scoffed. I rolled my eyes. “A piece of shit is a piece of shit no matter their name. They all stink the same.”

André started to laugh. It was so carefree and not what I would expect of the son of the mad Alpha or really of anyone from the Incubi pack. It was unnerving. At least that Santi was what I expected of this pack. “Oh, my father is going to like you.” he smiled. I frowned. I don’t want him to like me, and I don’t want to meet his father.

“Aw, don’t look so pouty. My father’s not that bad.” he smiled. “I think you might be biased. Unless he’s cruel to even to his own child.” I scoffed. “I suppose I am. I love my papa. He’s good to me and is a strong Alpha that rules our pack well.” André shrugged. “Rules well? All I have ever heard about this pack describe him a cruel and bloodthirsty. Someone with no morals who takes pleasure in punishing others.” I wrinkled my nose.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, my father does take pleasure in punishments. But you gotta enjoy what you do. He is still a good Alpha. Our people are well cared for. They have everything they need. Roofs over their heads, clothes on their backs, and food on their plates. Sure they know not to break his laws because the consequences can range from extra work to public whipping. Santi is going to get the latter if I have any say.” he grinned.

The rest of the drive was silent. My sisters started to stir as we pulled off the highway and onto a dirt road. “A dirt road?” Persephone frowned. “It’s to trick outsiders.” André explained. A half-mile of driving on the bumping dirty road, it switched back to the pristine smooth pavement with neatly painted lines. It makes sense that they’d want to keep people from finding the heart of their pack.