They call me Red

A little background about the story before I start. This is obviously a werewolf story and there are many different views on werewolves for every author. In my story there are Alpha’s (the head/leaders), Beta’s (Second in command/ right hand to the Alpha’s), Omega’s and Warriors. Many other stories view omegas as weak but in my story even though they are not as strong as Alphas and Betas they are still wolves therefore they are still strong. A wolf can hide their rank by training to block their pheromones or take medicine for a longer effect if they so choose. It’s not common but there are those who do it. In this pack, it is required for everyone to train no matter your rank or gender as long as you’re age 10 and older. This is a royal pack therefore it’s one of the biggest packs there is. There are two royal packs, this one rules the East and the North with several other smaller packs along the borders and the other royal pack called the Dark Moon pack rules the West and the South with other smaller packs along their border. Also wolves are not able to sense their mates until they have reached the age of 21 but if one has already reached that age he or she can sense their mate but won’t be able to mate or bond until their other half becomes of age. Now on with the story.

Red, that’s all I saw. Punch after punch after punch, when I’ve had enough I take one last swing and knock my opponent out. All I heard was the crowd cheering and all I saw was blood all over my hands. “No matter how many times I do this, I still love it and I’m not one to back down from a challenge.” I whispered to myself but I’m sure those closer to me heard it being werewolves and all.

My name is Red, Red Marley. Weird fucking name, I know but my crazy ass parents decided that since I was born on the night of a red moon- which only happens every few hundred years- they would name me after the color of the moon and best believe I lived up to that name. You can say I have a sweet tooth for violence but you’ll have to blame my dad for that one, from the moment I could walk he started to shape me into the Alpha he wanted but most importantly needed me to be. Not only was I to be Alpha I was going to be the only female Alpha that has been around for centuries and there will be many people trying to take my throne, did I mention my dad was Alpha king? No? Well now you know. Being a woman there are the typical stereotypes “she’s weak” “she can’t do what a man does.” Not only am I far from weak but I can do what a man does and even better, the only difference is that they have dicks between their legs and a mouth that can only talk the talk and not walk the walk.

Around Noon...

I sat in my dad’s office as my mom looked over ballroom dresses for my birthday coming up, I will be turning 21 and will be able to find my mate. “How about this one, huh?” my mom asked for the million times, my dad and I just looked at each other- “Just agree with her and get it over with.” my dad mind-link me. I couldn’t help the smirk that itches to be shown because my dad knew me so well. As I was about to respond a loud knock came from the door, “Alpha Richard” someone called. “Come in” his deep voice responded, you can tell he was in an alpha mood all of a sudden. “Alpha, Luna, Red” my dad’s beta greeted us. “Uncle Rick, have you been hiding from me? I’ve been looking all over for you since morning” I said as I greeted him with a hug. “How could I ever ignore my favorite person huh?” he replied with a smirk. “Although, don’t let Issa know I said that” he said and we all laughed. “Alright I’ll leave ya’ll to it” I mumbled as I made my exit.

As I walked into the kitchen my mouth couldn’t help but water at whatever was being made. I realized that it was the omega who always made our food along with our chef Mrs. Griffin. “Whatever is cooking smells amazing” I said as I took a seat at the island and they both looked up at me, Mrs. Griffin gave me a smile with all teeth. “Oh, it’s only your favorite dessert,” she responded while placing a plate with a slice of the best cake in the world on it. “Mhmm” I couldn’t help moan as I took my first bite. You would think it’s my first time eating this but let me tell you, this shit is better than an orgasm. As I looked back up from my plate I don’t know when Mrs. G left but it was only the little omega boy standing there giving me a strange look. Technically I shouldn’t even say little because nothing about him was little and he was no boy, that right there was pure man. I wanted a taste of him and I wasn’t ashamed of it. I’ve tried talking to him before but he’s either shy or I’m just not his type. “Do you want some more?” his question broke me out of my eyes fucking him.

“Um no I’m good, gotta go train some kids soon anyway.” A little hum was his only response. “So, Keanu right?” I asked even though I already knew his name. “Just Kain is fine” came his deep voice. “Well Kain, I don’t see you around as much as I’d like to, where do you run off to once you’re done in the kitchens?” I couldn’t help the flirty voice that came out. I was a straightforward kind of girl and my subtle little gestures towards him just haven’t been working so I might as well try a different approach. “Just around and about.” was his only response before he turned his back on me. I could have sworn I saw a hint of a smirk on his face but with his temperament I may be mistaken. “Well I’ll see you around love, maybe we could hang out sometimes?” I left before he even had a chance to respond. I wanted him to think about the question before he gave me an answer because although I’m a flirt I’m genuinely into him and I don’t know how to feel if he was to reject my advances.