Meeting The Ruthless Alpha

Lyra's POV

I watched in awe as a convoy of cars approached the pack house. My heart raced with excitement as I caught sight of these sleek, modern vehicles, unlike anything I had ever seen before and my curiosity grew more and more at that moment, as I wondered who the guest was and how influential he was.

A tall, imposing figure man with dark hair and a sharp jawline got out of the first car. One of the men in a suit opened the door for him. He gives off confidence and power making him so impossible to ignore. They walked towards us and stopped in front of us.

Suddenly, the air was filled with a strong, dominant aura, instantly I saw the omegas behind me trembling, lowering their gaze to avoid eye contact, the Alphas bowing their heads in submission to the powerful man, I alone stood tall amongst them, my back straightened, and my eyebrows arched in amazement as I fought the urge to submit to his aura, the reasons not clear to me probably because I found him handsome and I was almost daydreaming of me in his arms, I was eighteen already and my hormones are heightened. My father's voice jerked me back to reality.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" my father whispered, his eyes filled with fear. I turned to face him, confused and not sure what I did wrong exactly.

"Do you want to get us all killed? Bow down now," Luna Ophelia whispered as well and tugged my dress gently in an attempt to urge me.

I took the hint and bowed my head. A tall figure approached, his eyes dark with fury. To my surprise, my father stepped in front of me, blocking his path, something I never expected from him.

"Is this how you treat your guests here?' Alpha Darko's deep voice growled. He forcefully shoved my father aside, his movement swift and commanding. "Hold your ground!" he barked, his eyes flashing a warning. With a glare that sent shivers down my spine, he snarled, "Don't even think about standing in my way."

"Forgive her, Lycan Logan, I'm sure she meant no disrespect," he said with a trembling voice.

The moment I heard his name, I knew I was in trouble. Lycan Logan is the ruthless and feared Lycan in the werewolf world. His reputation for merciless dealings and brutal suppression of any opposition struck fear into the hearts of all. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spines of even the most courageous Alphas, including my father, who trembled with fear. I realized then why everyone was under his aura.

I knew I was in trouble. I could feel Luna Ophelia's eyes and gaze piercing me like a sword.

"You speak when you're spoken to, Darko," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Do you know what I do to those who speak out of turn? I cut off their tongues," he spoke to my father while looking at me.

He gestured to me, his words clipped and short, and my legs instantly moved in urgency to obey his order, as if I had been hypnotized.

"Raise your head," he commanded in his Alpha's voice.

I raised my head, and I found myself staring into his face. A few strands of black hair fell across his face. His eyes were wide with rage. I could feel his gaze burning into me. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine, and I forced myself to hold his gaze. I had to be strong, and I had to show him that I wasn't afraid of him but it was hard to withstand him. His good looks and fierce anger are both captivating and unsettling at the same time. Why was admiring him this much?

"Name Yourself," he commanded with a deep voice, his eyes blazed with intensity and before I knew it, he already held my neck, cutting my air tube.

"Plea.... Let me go," I tried to shout, but it only turned into a whisper. My eyes started watering, and I struggled with him, scratching his arm as he held my neck.

"Do you think you can defy me?" He asked but I couldn't respond.

"I demand answers when I ask you a question," his face held anger as his grip on my neck tightened. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Am I understood?" I tried to nod, but it wasn't easy due to his grip. All I could manage was a small movement of my head.

"Good," he grinned slightly, letting go of my neck.

I fell to the ground, wheezing. I tried to calm my pounding heart and breathe slowly.

"I'm so sorry, for what happened, accept my apologies, the moon knows I've tried my best to rein her, but she's a devious thing, please accept my apologies," my father said bowing down in respect to the Lycan.

"I understand she's your daughter. I will be delighted to clip her claw and train her to my taste," he said.

Wait a minute, what does he mean by training me to his taste? What exactly is going on here? These questions ran through my mind as I ran a hand through my neck.

"I trust you will let us proceed into the Hall. We have a business to discuss," my father stated, his arms stretched in motion to the direction of the hall in the pack house. Before leading the Lycans, he turned to Calantha.

"Don't just stand there, clean her up, will you?" he shouts at Calantha, "Such a disgrace," shaking his head in disapproval and Ophelia hissed as she followed him.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she said, dragging me to my feet.

I could hear the giggles of other omegas and Kaida. I sneered at them and kept walking to my room.

"I don't understand why you keep defying your father at every turn. Can't you spare yourself the beatings, shame, and anguish?" Her eyes were filled with pity.

"I'll get you a pain reliever since you heal like a human," running her hands through my hair.

This is a normal occurrence that I have gotten used to over time. I don't get why they blame me for my mother's death. I didn't kill her. It was unfortunate that she died during childbirth.

I know my dad lost his mate, and the pack lost their Luna, but it's not my fault! I lost my mom too, and that hurts a lot. After I took some medicine to feel better, I decided to stay in my room. I'll stay here where it's safe. I don't need to go out there anyway. They think I'm useless and a disappointment. I sighed as the thought ran through my mind.

I closed my eyes, wishing the pain away when a knock on the door echoed through the room. "The Alpha requests your presence in the hall, immediately," the voice behind the door said, and walked away before I could respond.

I changed into a flowing dress and made my way downstairs to the gathering hall, where the meeting was being held. The hall was filled with the murmur of voices and tension, and I could feel all eyes on me as I entered. I met them in the middle of the discussion and took my seat beside my father on the right-hand side, an empty seat I knew was reserved for me. Luna Ophelia and Kaida sat on the left-hand side, their eyes fixed on me with contempt.

At first, I wasn't interested in whatever they were discussing. They kept talking about some gems, weapons, reinforcement, and strategies, passing papers around, and I continued to play with my fingers under the table. Then they started talking about the wedding, and I couldn't help but wonder whose wedding it was.

"This concludes our negotiation. I propose a toast…" he stood up, raising his glass to the air, "to prosperity, love, and allegiance," clicking his wine glass with others at the table and the Lycan. He bent and pecked Ophelia on the cheek.

"The wedding is tonight," Lycan Logan said in a tone that is low and intimidating.

"But..." My father tries to argue, but a look from the Lycan shuts him up.

"Of course, that settles it then. Tonight's the wedding," turning to address the crowd.

"My eldest daughter is to be mated to his royal Highness, spread the word," he announced to the crowd, turning to Calantha, "Make preparations quickly, the wedding's tonight!"

"Cheers to their union." The sounds of clinking glass, loud cheers, and howls filled the hall.

I stood up in shock. "What? No, I do not agree with this, Father."