Alpha of Nightmares
Chapter 2 - Crista

Keeping my sisters close, we were loaded into the back of a black sedan. “When I give the signal, Iwant you to both tuck and roll out your doors. I won't risk letting that insane Alpha anywhere nearyou." l instructed my sisters as André got into the driver's seat. “Crista darling, whatever you mindlinked 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 youtry and get some rest?” he suggested. I didn't trust him. He's the son of the most feared Alpha inEurope. I won't feel safe till my sisters, and I are far away from the Incubi pack. “Suit yourself.” Andréshrugged 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 allwere, knowing we were basically prisoners of the Incubi pack, my sisters both fell asleep. Theirheads leaning against my shoulders as they slept. They would both sporadically whimper, and Iknew 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 eyesat him. “Look, darling, I mean you no harm. I saved your ass back there from Santi. You cross intoour territory, being chased by the brain-dead wolves of Madonie Pack. The little ones are in torn-upparty dresses. And you look like you've been running for hours. So I'm curious. You aren't from theMadonie pack. You don't smell like them. So why were they chasing you? And better yet, what partydid 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 thefacts. And if you tell me, then I can relay to my father, so you don't have to answer him.” he pointedout. I sighed. He made a point. I'm not sure what Alpha Chesed is like beyond his reputation. And Idon'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 thereturn 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 blindrage. Thales told me to run, to take my sisters and run. So I obeyed his command.” I painfullyconfessed.

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

André started to laugh. It was so carefree and not what I would expect of the son of the mad Alphaor really of anyone from the Incubi pack. It was unnerving. At least that Santi was what I expected ofthis pack. “Oh, my father is going to like you.” he smiled. I frowned. I don’t want him to like me, andI 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. Unlesshe’s cruel to even to his own child.” I scoffed. “I suppose I am. I love my papa. He's good to me andis a strong Alpha that rules our pack well.” André shrugged. “Rules well? All I have ever heard aboutthis pack describe him a cruel and bloodthirsty. Someone with no morals who takes pleasure inpunishing others.” I wrinkled my nose.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, my father does take pleasure in punishments. But you gotta enjoy whatyou 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 breakhis laws because the consequences can range from extra work to public whipping. Santi is going toget 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 adirt road. “A dirt road?” Persephone frowned. “It's to trick outsiders.” André explained. A half-mile ofdriving on the bumping dirty road, it switched back to the pristine smooth pavement with neatlypainted lines. It makes sense that they'd want to keep people from replaceing the heart of their pack.We continued to travel through the dense forest in a winding pattern till suddenly there were signsof life. A limestone pillar with vines climbing its worn edges seemed out of place, but as we startedto pass houses, I realized it was the city limit marker. “You don't have patrols?” I questioned,realizing I hadn't noticed any wolves as we crossed the border. “Not that you'd notice. But they arealways there.” André smiled.

I simply nodded as my sisters, and I silently watched the building pass by. The city was quiet, all thelights off. If it weren't so late, I'd worry no one actually lives here. But I can faintly pick up all thescents coming in through André's rolled-down window. There are many living in this pack. We drovethrough the center of town, passed all their shops and everything you'd expect in a self-sufficientcity. Soon we turned in the direction of the mountain.

We stopped at a gate as André entered a code on a pad. The iron gate slowly slipping open acrossthe road to let us pass. “Your packhouse is separated from the pack?” I furrowed my brow. “Wedon't have a packhouse. There is a meeting hall at the center of town for pack gatherings. This, thisis the road our ranked members live.” André explained.

The area was primarily fields of vines with a barn structure. I would assume it's their own winery. Butthen I saw large villas. Each more beautiful than the next. Till we reached the end of the road stoodthe most beautiful of them. A two-story sand-colored villa with white trim and a herringbonepattern driveway were illuminated by sconces that flanked the one-car garage on the left and thetwo-car garage on the right.

It's gorgeous. Not exactly what I expected for the most ruthless of Alphas to live in. The secondfloor had two full balconies and one Juliet balcony that overlooked the courtyard. I didn't see anylights in the upper windows, but I did see the light in a room on the first floor. “Here we are,darlings. Let's get this over with.” André smiled as he started us, opening Delilah’s door.

She eeped and clung to me. “I won't hurt you, little ones. Now get out, and let us go inside.” Andréinstructed, stepping aside. Delilah gulped and looked at me. I rubbed her back. “It's okay. I'll protectyou both.” I promised. Slowly and cautiously, Delilah stepped out. I followed her, then lastlyPersephone. I took their hands and kept them close as André led us to the large double glass paneldoors.

I stared at it in fear that I had to push down because I needed to be strong for my sisters. I waspreparing myself to face the Mad Alpha. However, I was not ready for the doors to be flung open bya blonde-haired she-wolf rushing out. She was only wearing a robe that wasn't relatively closed,giving a glimpse at a bold red leather corset and panties with claw marks on the ribs, a pair ofankle-breaking red heels in her hands as she rushed barefoot.

André held an arm out to keep up to the side as he laughed. “Aw, did you realize I was right,Beatrice?” he taunted. “Fuck you, André.” Her eyes glowed green as she let out a growl snarling athim. “No, thank you. I don't touch my father's trash. I told you that you couldn't handle him.” helaughed as the she-wolf shifted to a light brown wolf and rushed away, leaving her heels and thetorn shreds of her lingerie.

I felt like I was going to gag. I don’t want to know what kind of things this Alpha enjoys to drive thatwoman away. It also disgusts me the thought of being with anyone that isn't your mate. Though Isuppose given André exists, perhaps the Alpha had a mate, but she died. And I can't fault a widowerintimacy. But that woman was.... “Trash. She was trashy.’ Emilia finished my thought.

“Please ignore her. Females like to throw themselves at my father. They want power, and since wehave no Luna, they think they could get the job. But no one but his mate shall ever be my father'sLuna.” André explained, guiding us inside. “Was your mother not the Luna?” I found myself asked.He smiled and shook his head. “My mother was a human from a nearby town. She wasn't his mate.”he spoke softly, yet his tone wad detached. I wanted to ask more. I don't know why I was compelledto learn more. But now wasn't the time. So I stayed silent as he opened a set of heavy double doorsto the room on the left of the entrance. “You will wait in here.” he said. Before I could question, he'dshut the door, and I heard the lock turn over.