May the best she-wolf win

Alpha Zayne Steele

Six pm was quickly approaching, and sadness was in the air. The sun was slowly disappearing on one side of the vast sky as the moon gradually rose on the other.

Every member of this community has been put through the wringer these past few days, some more so than others. First was the random attack in the middle of the night, where many lives were lost protecting the community. Some lost their mates, and some their sons, uncles, cousins, and daughters.

Then, the military shows up unexpectedly and invades their privacy at a time when they are in the middle of mourning the loss they suffered merely the night before.

This community was grief-stricken, and most felt hopeless. Alpha Zayne felt it in the air, and he felt it deeply in the bond.

He sat on his veranda, already dressed for tonight in his soft midnight blue close-fitting pants that hugged his muscular legs like it was made just for him, with a white shirt that fit snugly and tucked into his pants, two buttons undone, a belt, a brownish square tips.

That outfit showed off his toned structure. With wolf vision, you can see what was happening on the burial grounds.

The burial grounds were vast. A view from above paints a picture of the various tents that were set up in the right corner of the field. One served drinks, another served treats, another served food, another served hot dogs, another served soup, and so on.

Middle had decorated pyres. In front of the Pyres, a podium was built for the Minister and or anyone who would like to say a few words.

In front of that and circling the Pyres were rows and rows of chairs. Further behind were long logs.

The grounds were mainly empty, just a few people around by the tent areas, and some quietly stood by their loved ones and Pyre.

Meanwhile, Leandra took her time in the packhouse and prepared for tonight. She had shaved, grabbed a nice long scented bath, shampooed her hair, blew out, flat iron, and curled it with a curling iron to give a loose wave.

She had a sheer white shimmering dress that clung to her body to wear for part of the night. She had gotten it from the dancers who would be dancing tonight.

There would be a moment when everyone was finished saying a few words, be it goodbyes or heartfelt memories, the pyres were lit, the drums would come on, and the dancers would dance.

They call it the dance with the spirits as they usher their fallen ones over to their ancestors. However, the dance with spirit to the drumbeat is very erotic and seductive.

There would be a lot of gyrating, hip movements, belly dancing, etc.

Leandra had heard about it before, and it was done in their pack community when they burned their dead, so this was not news to her. The only difference is that she has never been interested in dancing before.

Because before, there was no Alpha Zayne to impress. Leandra jumped at the opportunity to volunteer to dance when the dancers were short. They were unmated wolves, and only the unmated wolf participated in doing this dance.

The mate of a fallen person may choose to do it for her mate.

Most of them were polite except for a warrior. Leandra thinks her name is Sacha. She has been giving her the stink eye since Leandra came here two days ago with her father and mother.

Then there was that incident at the staircase.

Leandra had sized up Sacha and realized that Sacha was a strong wolf and she was not one that she could easily intimidate. So she observed Sacha closely and realized that Sacha also had a thing for the Alpha.

The realization had dawned on Leandra at that moment. What she also observed was that the Alpha consistently refuted her advances. He was always quick to shoot her down, so Leandra was trying to figure out why this girl kept embarrassing herself that way?

Because for Leandra, if she sets her sights on someone and tries to get with them two times tops and she is blanked on both counts, she would move on. She thought highly of herself, and she was certainly not about to run down any man, for that matter.

And for her, the reason for the second attempt could mean they were interrupted, or something had to have happened when she deemed another shot was worth it. If she was wrong, then it was goodbye, the end of the chapter.

She honestly could not understand Sacha, but no matter, either way, that would not put off Leandra. She had her own plans to get to the Alpha, and she had slowly been making progress.

By observing Sacha, she knew precisely what NOT to do.

She had spent only part of the time with her when they practiced their routine. They had practiced every step up to the point when the performance was completed. They then branched off. They could now freestyle till the last beat of the drums.

And since Leandra had made it her business to stay away from Sacha, simply because she didn't want any confrontation or drama. However, as far as Leandra was concerned, it was as simple as, may the best she-wolf win.

Zipping up her seethrough dress, she hung it on a rack close by the bathroom door, easy to grab.

She slips on her matching lingerie set. She chose the sexiest pair she brought, even though she plans for it to be shredded to pieces in the heat of the moment.

Just the thought of ripping Zayne's clothes off and feasting on his bare chest was causing Leandra's skin to prickle, and desire filled and warmed her, warming her core and moistening her.

She bit her lips as she slipped on her red lace thongs, then the bra. She knew this color would pop with her sheer dress.

She then quickly slipped on her sheer dress, then over it, she threw on a maxi dress. She could not wait to take off this big dress revealing her sexy figure that was hiding underneath all that cloth.

She was ready. She looks at herself again, then heads out of her room and down the corridor to her parents.

They have been cooped up in their rooms, afraid to come out. Leandra's father said he would prefer to return home as he didn't know how safe they were. Because since they arrived, it has been one thing after the next.

Her dad was such a coward, so unattractive. She always knew what she did not want in a man. Her father taught me that.

The Dartwoods stayed on the third floor. The top floor was the Alpha's wing, though he was never there. She had already learned that lesson.

Also, the second floor is for the beta and the delta. The third floor is for guests.

Heading further down the corridor to her parent's room, a hand darted out from one of the rooms, pulled her in, and slammed her on the wall.

It was Sacha, surprised, well not surprised, but Leandra feigned shock as she blurted, "what are..."

"Now, you listen here, B!TCH," Sacha snarls in Leandra's face, leaning in ever so closely to announce the word B!tch.

"Stay.Away.From. My. Alpha," Sacha warned as she emphasized every word, eyes shifting back and forth from her wolf. Her face set in scorn.

They felt threatened. Someone was stepping up on the solid wolf they knew and deemed was strong enough to handle them. They thought he was strong enough to be their mate.

They refuse to settle for a lesser wolf, a weaker wolf. Sacha's wolf, Athena, was not having it.

This bitch is pushing herself up to their Alpha. They could not allow this. She did not miss the walk they shared earlier on.

She was not blind. Wanting to scare Leandra. Sacha shoved her into the wall.

She was about to walk out when Leandra snickered. She couldn't help it and did not need her wolf to deal with this. This was Sacha we were talking about. The girl who has embarrassed herself countless times in this pack over HER Alpha. And she dared to step to her this way as if she had some type of claim on the Alpha?

No, no, no, Leandra could not let it slide.

Sacha swiveled back to Leandra, "Something funny b!tch?"