Ch.5 Alpha Maseno

I ignored my pilot's voice over the speaker phone, telling me that what I was doing was dangerous and could even take my life.

Anyone seeing me would get his or her brains clouded with thoughts wondering why a ruthless person like me would suddenly panic over a nobody and even risk my life for her.

What the media and many people don't know is that, despite how dangerous and much worse than the devil I was, my dad taught me differently.

Among many of the rules that I and he wrote down and finally made sure had stuck in my brain cells was that I should never abandon a person who is in dire need of my help.

This rule, among many others, was supposed to guard my life and always remind me that half of me was a human.

I really don't care what people think of me, but this time I did. Not the people, though, but what my dad will think of me.

Many years ago, when he was still my age, something similar to this happened. We rarely talked about that incident because it was similar to a lurking ghost at my father's house wanting to take him to hell.

Although this history was an abomination, once in a while, Dad reminded me to learn a lesson from it.

Although it's been many years since the incident, he lives with regret to this day.

"What if she doesn't survive? Will we be able to live with it?" My wolf asked from the back of my head.

"Will I be able to?" That was the question that echoed in my head again and again as I struggled to control the jet.

My pilot's voice was still echoing from the speaker phone, this time telling me where to press and what to do because the plane wasn't steady, but my mind was clouded with thoughts.

It was later, a period that seemed like forever, when I spotted a whitish large land ahead of me.

A relieved sigh escaped my lips, and a smile, which I am sure hasn't caressed my lips for years, formed on my face.

"What do I do? I found her!" I asked my pilot with my eyes glued to the spot where the landmine had erupted.

"Do you see any movement? Anything at all?" He asked instead of answering my question.

"No movement at all. I think she's underneath the whole fucking thing," I responded to him rather than snapping at him for answering me with a question.

Apart from being my personal pilot, he's also a doctor, so his caring for the wellbeing of a patient first wasn't new to me.

"No movement? You can't see her? Is she dead?" He asked, although the tone he used in his last sentence didn't come out as a question but a fact.

"She can't die. She won't. People of her kind defeat death," I said back to my pilot, getting shocked over my own words.

I don't trust people. Leave alone people, I don't even trust myself, so trusting the girl after knowing her a few minutes ago was kind of new.

Not only to me but to my pilot as well, who gasped in shock.

"Well, if you think and trust her to defeat death, then she definitely will." His tone was now deep and slow.

He also believed and trusted that she wouldn't die.

"What to do?" I asked again to remind him that he had yet to respond to my question.

An 'oh', followed by an apology, reached my ears as he directed me on what to do.

When I was finally above her, I pulled a parachute from the upper side of the plane, put it on, and flew out. I left the jet on its own as I flew downward to where the girl was.

After landing safely, I went straight to the incident, where I found a group of medical staff who I was sure were asked to go there with my pilot already there digging the girl out.

"There is no girl here, one of the members bent over the place said.

"No girl? What do you mean? Keep looking!" I growled at him. A deep sigh escaped his lips, and then, gathering much courage, he turned to argue with me.

"Even if there is a girl, she is no more." His words pierced my heart, as if halving it into two.

Silence reigned as we all got lost in our own thoughts. Even though the doctors and soldiers stopped looking, they didn't move. They were waiting for my dismissal.

"Are you really dead, rabbit?" I asked, much more to myself than the missing girl. Even if she was no more, why was it that her body wasn't found? Has the bomber turned her into minced meat? Impossible!

"The girl is not dead. After stepping on the bomber, it threw her somewhere else." I said it loud enough to get the team's attention and started looking around.

They looked at me, wondering if I had lost it, but none of them said otherwise. They rose to their feet and helped me look around, a search that seemed impossible to them.

I could see the doubt in their eyes. What I knew was that I had to find that girl to stop that damned history from repeating itself.

I didn't want my dad to get the impression that I hadn't been following what he taught me.

I didn't want my grandfather to be disappointed by my thinking that I had turned out to be exactly like my father.

And most importantly, the girl meant something to the alpha; I have been at war with him for a while. Losing her would make my plans difficult.

I knew using that girl to get my plans done was selfish, but I had no choice. I needed her alive because she was the one who would help me get Alpha Benna on his knees.

My mind clicked back to my beta, wondering if he had gotten any information about the girl. I wanted to know who her father was, her mother, whether she had any siblings, and who she was to Alpha Benna.

I wanted to mind-link and ask if he had found any information, but I brushed the thought off. "I would do so after finding the girl," I thought while scanning my eyes around the place.

The whole place was so whitish, so getting the girl would be difficult because when I saw her, she was wearing the bluish-whitish maid's uniform, which I knew must camouflage with the surroundings.

"The axe," this thought snapped in my brain as I moved around looking for a glittering object.

"There she is!" I yelled after almost half an hour of looking. Just like I had thought, she was thrown away by the pressure of the bomber after she stepped on it.

It was the glittering blade, still stuck on the back of her shoulder, that caught my attention. It glittered so hard that it would blind anyone looking at it directly for a whole minute.

I hovered over the girl, who looked like she was in deep sleep. She opened her eyes and then slammed them shut.

"Hey, hey, wake up." I slapped her swollen cheeks gently to stop her from getting back to sleep.

She raised her hands, which were now ugly, whitish, and had bubble-like things all over them, and before I could catch them, they dropped on her side.

She moved one finger and then another, as if calling for someone. I scanned my eyes all over her body, wondering how strong-spirited this girl was.

If it were someone else, they would have given up long ago, but she didn't. With the blade still stuck on her shoulder, the open wound at the back of her head that was still gushing blood out, and all the blisters from the explosion, she was still alive!

Her right foot was glowing red and red with a blackish substance. The whole place around her smelled of burning hair and clothes, of which only pieces remained to cover her body.

I watched as she opened her eyes once again and blinked them many times as if she weren't able to see a thing. A smile crawled across her face.

"How can you smile when you are still in this condition?" I asked, feeling tears stinging in my eyes.

"Let me," My pilot and also a doctor, who I don't know how he got there, pushed me aside and hovered over the girl.

"It's a miracle she survived," the doctor said while asking the patient to open her eyes.

The doctor turned to wave at someone behind him, who ran to him with a bottle of water.

"Hello, I am Dr. Kedeva. What is your name?" He asked while at the same time twisting the cap open and drawing it closer to her lips.

"Here, drink slowly, not all of it. Can you tell me what your name is?" He asked again while checking her out.

"One of her shoulders is dislocated; her ribs are broken; her skull is... we'll need x-rays to check this; for now, I can't say anything," I heard him telling the female doctor bent on his side.

"Can you talk?" It was the female doctor who asked her this time. The girl just looked at me with confusion written all over her face.

"Can you talk? Nod if you can, okay? Listen, little girl, we are here to help you. We won't hurt you," the female doctor smiled, while taking a pink cover from a bag and covering her with it.

She then ran her hands underneath and removed the remaining pieces of the dress and apron she was wearing.

"Tell me, what is your name?" She asked again. The girl blinked her eyes for a while, and in a silence that seemed like forever, she mumbled, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" The doctor sounded confused. She stood, her hands shoved deep in her trouser pockets, while signaling something to the other doctors.

She then bent down to her and whispered softly, "We are taking you with us. We won't hurt you. We will help you recover."

The girl nodded, and her eyes slammed shut. The doctors surrounded her, yelling medical names I don't know of as they kept on injecting drugs into her system.

"Alpha Maseno, we will need an ambulance. Now!" One of the doctors said, turning to face me.

"It's here," I said, while nodding toward the medical jet that always accompanied us to war in case any of my soldiers would get injured while my gaze still stuck in the girl's, whitish and pale face.

There is no time to run back to the hospital during wars and that's why I was always prepared.

I watched as they lifted her onto a stretcher and carried her to the plane. My jet, which I had left on its own in the sky, had flown to, God knows, When I was bent over the girl, I heard screams from afar, and the car's engine roared and then fell. I think.

"Are you coming or not?" The doctor jarred me from my trance.

"I.." I opened my mouth to say something, but noises above made me look upward.

Like buzzards, four small helicopters appeared suddenly from behind the hill.

I watched as they all dipped and solders, whom I recognized as Alpha Benna's, came running to us, their red helmets and cult-looking face masks hiding their faces, making it difficult to recognize who was who.

They were armed, and it looked like they were after the girl.

"Go! I signaled my pilot to fly the girl and the medical team away, and I remained behind to deal with the soldiers.

I had already mindlinked my beta and asked him to send the military force in case a war were to begin.

I am a Lycan. I am the strongest of all, so killing all those men singlehandedly was a piece of cake for me, but still, I chose to involve my military.

I knew sending back the corpses of his men would only humiliate him more because he would be left wondering why his a hundred and something men were defeated by a single person.

"What brought you to my kingdom?" I asked as more of the troop trooped closer to me.

"We want the girl," said one of them, who I think was their leader because, unlike the others, he was wearing a black helmet.

"Which girl?" I asked, faking confusion. I wasn't letting them know that I had her.

They looked at each other in confusion, and after what seemed like mind-linking with each other, they turned to leave.

After trooping back to their helicopters, the leader turned and yelled for me to hear.

"Just know that if we run an investigation and reveal that you have the girl..." he trailed and then said, "just know that there'll be a bloody war between us. A message from our Alpha." He warned.

"You are welcome to run an investigation, buddy," I yelled back, a smirk curling on my lips.

They were free to do it. It's not like I would let them find anything anyway.

"Ask the military to go back," I mind linked my beta while going to the other jet waiting for me.

"This girl must be so special. What are you, little rabbit?" I asked no one in particular while calling my beta to see if he had found anything about her.