The Infinite Mate

“Eldemira, take him down!”

My best friend Joel yelled at me from across the training ring along with everyone else. He stood among the other initiates on the outer rim, curly chestnut hair rustling in the hot breeze, some of it covering his bright ice blue eyes. A snarling expression on his olive tanned face, his tribal tattoos showing off on his muscular torso. Of course he would bet on me and not the asshole in front of me.

Jackson Ferguson. Your typical arrogant asshole of the year. Unfortunately for the Red Moon Pack, he was also it’s next Alpha. A bully all throughout school and even now in warrior training. He may be loved by women cause of his good looks but he has a shit personality and when he takes over as Alpha, I can only hope that I’m mated to a different pack by then.

Jackson has a coffee cream complexion, dark chocolate brown eyes and a head full of bright blonde hair which he straightens and slicks back. Unlike Joel, who has tattoos, Jackson does not, he hasn't earned them. So far I am the only female wolf in this pack who hates his guts and for some reason, Jackson seems to think he will have me in his bed. Believe me he has tried but will never succeeded.

My wolf, Melony, Mel for short, has been wanting to rip Jackson apart since we met him. I remember the day when we met, we were kids at the time, we had Jackson’s grandfather as Alpha. Connor Ferguson. He was the nicest Alpha I have ever met and when my parents died in a rogue attack, I was summoned to his office and that was the first interaction I had of Jackson.

Immediately Mel was snarling in my mind, if I didn't have control of her shift she would have attacked him. Luckily my father had taught me to control her by their untimely passing. I still remember Alpha Connor sitting there holding me as I cried my heart out. Jackson only smirked and looked down at me cruely from behind his grandfather.

Jackson’s shit brown eyes glow to a canary yellow as he summons his wolf to the surface. Bloody tool can’t seem to beat me without him. Some Alpha he will be, from the beginning of our warrior training we have been pinned against one another for years and I have always kicked his ass, once he brings his wolf out then it’s about even.

That disgusting grin of his displays across his face, I don't know what it is, but it always pisses me off. The girls behind Joel are swooning and giggling in Jackson's direction and I take my stance to prepare myself for hopefully a quick fight.

Since he wants to play this way, so will I. Bring. It. on. Bringing Mel to the surface as well, feeling her in not only my mind but my heart as well, she is ready to tear Jackson to shreds. Mel's strength and energy surges through my body and my nails begin to grow and sharpen on their own, becoming lethal weapons. Without any hesitation Jackson takes a giant step towards me and takes a swing at me with his own sharp claws.

Dodging the swing, I shoot out a kick to his knees and make contact at his knee cap. Sadly it didn’t make him fall, like I was anticipating. Jackson spins around fast, a look of pure anger in his golden eyes. He comes at me with a new found strength and manages a few scratches on my back. They sting like hell but not fatal. This continues for a few more minutes till we finally separate and Jackson is bent over breathing hard and allowing his rage to fuel his actions.

He licks his lips allowing fangs to slowly creep out of his mouth. He is half shifting! It is against the rules until our last year, it’s a dangerous move, as it allows your wolf easier access to take over and shift fully. Only those with proper training can hold it for hours on end. I repeat his movements and feel the strain on not just my bones and skin but the control I have on Mel as well. Jackson’s face is partially changed to that of a wolf’s, black hair covering some of his body as well as the shear size of an alpha taking his body to new heights, lengths and muscle rippling underneath stretched skin.

Before I can dodge out of the way, a pair of claws grab my neck and squeeze. Jackson lifts me off the ground, dangling my body above ground soit is harder to fight to breath. Feeling the loss of strength in my body as my hands grip his arms and the edges of my vision begin to blacken, I flinging my foot out in a desperate attempt to break his grip. My foot made contact and I realized I had kicked his groin. The hesitation and the little release on my neck gave me the opportunity to turn the tables. I break his hold on my now burning neck and pushing off his chest to put space between us and fall to my knees. Gasping to fill my lungs with air, he takes another swing at me. Dodging to the left, his claws just missed their mark. A few strands of my own brown hair falling to the ground in my wake.

A loud deep horn blows, but it doesn’t stop Jackson. The horn signifies the arrival of the Alpha and our immediate submission in all things we are currently doing, but instead Jackson attacks again, ducking and swinging my leg out to catch his, he flips himself back on to his own feet and turns to back hand me when I grab his arm, using my momentum to get behind him and lock his arm in a compromising position. I was about to shove it up to pop it out of the socket, when Beta John's voice barks at us to halt.

We only take a split second to glare and snarl at each other, Jackson grins and whispers so only I can hear. “Just know, once I'm alpha, you are mine. You will be nothing but a tick on a very long post of she wolves that have been in my bed. And if you don't your precious Joel will pay the price.” The control I had on Mel begins to slip as her emotions override my control. My arm moves of its own accord, Mel controls my limbs and pressure is applied in such a way that a snap rings in the air, followed by Jackson's scream of pain.

“Might want to think twice about that.” He glares at me but before John can reprimand us, another horn blows. John orders everyone to stand at attention and focus themselves on Alpha Marius Ferguson. God he was the spitting image of his son, only older and triple the asshole. “I will be back for you.” John promises me before he picks up Jackson and takes him to the infirmary.

Shifting back to my human form, I could feel the sheer anger radiating of Alpha Marius. Up in the balcony above our training ring, his dark hazel eyes bore a hole in my forehead, as if able to set me on fire with just a look. “Initiates.” He sounded pretty pissed, which will it be this time? A whipping or be his personal slave, allowing him to do with as he wills? Maybe something worse? Honestly what could be worse than being underneath that excuse of a werewolf. “This is Alpha Karam Forza of the Night Stalker pack. He will be staying with us, along with a few unmated members of his pack for the mating ceremony...”

Drowning out Marius's droning voice, I focused on the other man who stands beside him. I hadn’t even realized the other presence of the other Alpha, he was so dark that his silhouette was barely present. Stepping forward onto the balcony, his features came to light. Alpha Karam was bald, wearing a dark navy blue dress shirt and black trousers. He was pretty handsome, and seemed to ooze confidence, from his clothing of choice, to the manner of how he holds himself.

I swear his red eyes find mine and seemed to linger. Glancing down in submission, I break the contact but I still feel his stare. The last thing I need was to challenge an Alpha, even one from a different pack, added on to my list of punishment. Mel was squirming under his gaze. “Get a hold of yourself Mel.” I tell her, don't need her getting the hots for an alpha.

Once both of them leave, everyone stares at me with pity and resumes training. Ignoring them I checking my tank top, it was ripped down the sides revealing my ivory skin and the red bra that adorned it. My pants were in no better shape. Transforming into a wolf unfortunately takes a toll on your clothes too.

Joel came running to my side, worried. “Not again El!” He says, exasperated. “I lost control of her again, you know how it is with Jackson. He knows how to push my buttons. ” Joel sighs, shoulders sagging and then his arms wrap around me in a tight hug. “Get her in check. She might be the death of you.” Returning his hug and taking a deep breath, the smell of earth, old spice and sweat penetrate my nostrils. The smell of Joel. “I know. You need a shower.” Wrinkling my nose at him, he simply laughs and gently punches my shoulder.

Heading to a bench by the side of the wall, we sit and rest our tired muscles. No matter how many times I have scolded Mel, she still seemed to take over at the most inconvenient times and her pride in her actions, regardless of how much trouble it is going to cause us, shines through every other feeling. Beta John has returned and heads in our direction. Hard hands wrap around my arm and he drags me off to the Alpha’s office. shooting a look at Joel, he looks worried and fidgets where he stands in the courtyard. He knows he can’t follow.

John and I walk through multiple hallways of white walls, checkered flooring, gold filigree decorating on red drapes hang on metal rods above the tall glass windows. John stops us at the grand staircase, it’s golden bannisters and black marble steps leading up to the second floor. “What the hell is the matter with you? This is the fourth time since you got into warrior training. Get your wolf under control Eldemira! Otherwise I may not be able to calm Alpha Marius’s temper enough to protect you. I understand Jackson is a dick but it is no excuse. You have the best control out of every initiate here, tell Mel one more slip up and it could lead to being a rogue or worse.”

John runs a tanned hand through his orangish red wavy hair, clearly tired and frustrated. Dark circles under his stark blue eyes are the only sign of proof and I can only guess as to why. The mating moon ball preparations must be taking a toll. Well with all the Alpha’s being present not only does he need to keep the peace, run security, but he is also in charge of setting everything up for the ball and needs to train us everyday as well, look after the Alpha's and their subordinates. I do not envy his position at all.

The Mating moon ball happens every year, a grand spectical, no exspense is too great when it comes to our future mates. At least that was how it used to be with the late Alpha Connor Ferguson. A grand ball is held with all of the Alpha’s and their subordinates, that are of age, to try to find their mates or a lover depending on when the haze hits. Only Alpha Barkus Holland of the Tribal pack has shown most of the time for these things but apparently more seem to be coming this year. I can only hope to find my mate so I can leave this hell hole.

Relief coursed through me when I didn’t find my mate in the Red Moon pack the first few times, but now that I am officially on the Alpha’s radar I need to get the hell out of here. “I’m sorry Beta John.” Trying to make it sound like I was remorseful, when in reality I was feeling the complete opposite.

“I know, but get Mel in check.” He releases me and we begin out assent up the stairs to Alpha Marius’s office. I could feel so many of the maids eyes on me as we walked by. Some whispered among themselves while others just looked on with pity on their faces. They have seen me walk these halls more than I can tell.

Once we stood in front of the beautiful embellished door of Alpha Marius's office, John knocks, awaiting an answer. I can sense two Alphas in there. Oh god I was gonna be given punishment in front of another Alpha, how embarrassing is that! John looks at me with sympathy and opens the door when Alpha Marius says to enter. He disappears behind the door and I wait for what seems like hours before John comes out and ushers me inside.

The room is the same since I was here last. The white and gold embroidery decorating the walls, with tapestries of our packs history lining them and the ugly red drapes to match. A Persian rug underneath my shoes and the oak desk in the left corner. Off to the right side was a polished oak table and a red couch set. Seated was Alpha Marius and another Alpha. One I haven’t seen before. He is radiated immense power compared to Alpha Marius and John stopped in front of them.

“So, disobeying orders once again... And breaking my son’s arm in the proccess.” And? Just get to the punishment. The other Alpha looked my way but I didn’t leave Alpha Marius’s brown eyes. “Beta John, you will deal out... Fifty lashes..." Marius's serious face fades into a smile before he continues. "While she counts and if Eldemira so much as faints or stops counting, you will restart it all over again until she reaches fifty..." Dread fills my viens, knowing him he would make it as painful as possible. "Also Alpha Darius Montegue will be needing a hand. You will serve him in all ways. You will do everything he asks. Am I clear?” Marius's wolf eyes stare me down.

A mix of pleasure displayed across his face. Then he mind links me. “Even if that means he wants to fuck you!” My jaw clenches and I glare at Marius. The same grin his son has, replaces his last expression. He turns his attention to Alpha Darius. “Is that alright with you Alpha Darius?” He asks in a casual tone. Finally looking towards Alpha Darius, his intense emerald green eyes are starring right back at me as he replies.

“Indeed Alpha Marius, Thank you for your hospitality. As for that punishment it seems a bit severe. I don’t wish to interfere as this is your territory, but that is just my opinion. Now if it’s alright with you I would like to retire for now.” His skin has a caramel tone, he is dressed in a beautiful black Armani suit with a hint of a tribal tattoo peaking up on his neck line. Alpha Marius stands and tilts his head to him. “John will show you to your chambers, I will have Miss Moran join you later.” Beta John bows and leads Alpha Darius out of the office. That is when my blood chills, being alone with Marius is the worst.