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Their Alpha: Fated to The Silver Wolf

***Dark Romance. This story contains triggers for alcohol abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse and rough sex and SA*** Mykel and Lilith were high school sweethearts they only ever had eyes for one another, and when they turned eighteen, they realised they were mates- things couldn't have been more perfect. When their pack comes under attack and his parents die, Mykel is forced to step up and become Alpha, though his once kind heart now turned to stone. At an alpha meeting three years later, he meets a mystery woman and realises she too is his mate. Can Lilith accept her mate is fated to two and can Mykel let go of the past when he finds out who she is?
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Chapter 2

Mykel's POV

I was at lunch with Lilith when the schools warning alarms began blaring throughout the canteen. Teachers and students everywhere running like crazy. Security guards was trying to rein the students under control as they screamed and shouted unsure of what was happening. I was about to follow the teacher when my father's erratic voice mind flitted into my head. We were under attack, and he was telling me to get to the bunker when the link suddenly ended. I knew something was wrong by the knot that had formed in my stomach. Standing from my chair I went to run out of the canteen when Lilith grabbed my arm. Tears were falling from her beautiful blue eyes as she pleaded with me to stay. To let the warriors do their jobs. But I couldn't, this pack would one day be mine and the fact my dad ended our link so abruptly it wasn't like him.

I quickly kissed Lilith promising her I'd be ok, that I would come and find her when it was safe. She begrudgingly let me go before running with the teacher to find safety in one of the school's hidden bunkers. Running out the doors it didn't take long for me to shift into my wolf. Pushing off the ground with as much speed as I could muster, I took off in the direction of the pack house. Wolves everywhere were fighting, bodies of both this form and human littered the ground. The once green grass now tinted red. I was stopped in my tracks when I reached the pack house, what I saw had my heart beating rapidly. A large man with a sadistic smile on his face had my mum over his shoulder, only her scent was off.

"You can have her back now" was all he said as he threw her to the ground like she was nothing more than trash. A loud whimper left me as I took in the sight of the woman that had raised me. Her blonde hair stained red with blood; her skin had been clawed apart leaving her almost unidentifiable. There was no doubt she hadn't put up a fight, but what suffocated me was seeing that her throat had been ripped out, that and her scent had mixed with his. Her ripped dress gave view to the bruising on her inner thighs, the bastard had raped her before ending her life. I waited for the man to walk away before scurrying over to her and shifting back. I cradled her body in my arms letting the tears fall. At that moment I couldn't care less what anyone thought about me crying. That's when I heard it, my father's almighty roar. My eyes whipped up scanning the grounds to find him. I watched as he fell to his knees his hands clutching his throat as the blood seeped through his fingers. His eyes, that cold stare that stayed locked on me until his head hit the ground.

***BEEP BEEP BEEP***

I jumped upright in the bed and shut off the alarm. Getting out of bed I headed to the shower needing to rinse the sweat from my body. It had been three years since that day. Three years since I lost my parents along with half our pack. And still each night when I close my eyes, I relive it, the worst day of my life. Slowly I turned to drink hoping it would let me forget, but instead all it did was make me angrier. I knew Lilith hated it when I drank, and I wished I could stop for her. But until I find the pack responsible for the reoccurring nightmares I can't.

"Mykel? Are you ok?" Lilith's silky voice instantly calming the rapid beating of my heart as she wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my back. She knew I suffered when I closed my eyes, I think that's why she tolerates me. She felt it all through our bond, the fear the hate every emotion I felt that moment in time. I had expected her to run a mile after that day, I'd changed; I wasn't the happy go lucky guy I previously was. It was that day I was forced to leave school and become Alpha and the day I discovered my wolfs gift. I'm a silver wolf, and each of my kind are gifted by the moon goddess. My so-called gift is I can control the weather, though with my anger it's more like a curse.

I thought I'd be on my own to rule and lead our pack through the tragedy because I had become miserable and angry, but I was wrong. A few months later I turned eighteen and found out that Lilith was my mate. I couldn't have been happier; she was my first everything just as I was hers. Her family joined the pack when we were younger, I don't know all the details, but I do know they were seeking sanctuary from one man. He wanted Lilith for his son, but her father refused, not willing to sign his daughter's life away to anyone that wasn't her mate. As a result, he destroyed her pack. Her father died the same day for he was the packs beta, but her mother survived, running and ending up here.

For a while the nightmares left, the sparks of our mate bond shooing them away, I thought just maybe I could finally be happy again. But then you know what they say about bad luck; it always comes in threes. First I lost my parents, second, we lost our pup and third? Thirdly we found out It's our turn to host the annual alpha meeting.

"I'm sorry for last night, I was wound up and I took it out on you when I shouldn't have" I turned to face her placing my own arms around her. Breathing in her scent always calmed me down, well for the most part.

"What happened?" Lilith always asked to be involved with pack business and by pushing her away I thought I was keeping her safe.

"That arsehole who groped you is coming and has requested to stay in the pack house. I don't want him anywhere near you, but I can't keep you locked away. As my Luna you need to be present" the way she looked at me, the love she held in her eyes. It was enough to make you think nothing else mattered and I wished more than anything that we could take a trip just the two of us. "Elijah will remain with you while I do the council conference, then when he leaves for patrol, you are to stay by my side" the hurt in her eyes left me feeling guilty, but I'd rather feel guilty for this than had anything happen to her. I'd never forgive myself for not protecting her, my soulmate the love of my life.

"Mykel you must trust me, I dealt with him the first time I'll deal with him again should the need arise. The only man for me is you. You have nothing to worry about" using all her strength she squeezed my waist making me chuckle. She may be small, but she definitely had some strength. Tilting her head up to mine I kissed her gently, our tongues dancing with one another. Lilith's arousal became stronger as she deepened the kiss her hands going to my cock.

"Mykel there's someone here to see you" Elijah's voice entered my mind and I groaned.

"This better be important" my teeth grazing my mark on Lilith's neck causing her to whimper as pleasure shot through her.

"One of the Alphas has arrived early and is requesting your presence" the tone he used had me curious as to who the Alpha was. "Tall, lanky and can't keep his hands to himself. In case you're wondering" he laughed knowing it would instantly piss me off. Releasing Lilith, I walked out the bathroom my cock now limp as fuck. Lilith came out after me, I told her what was going on and her face dropped. Neither of us wanted him here, me most of all. Benjamin was an alpha from England, he came last year in the hopes or signing a treaty with me only he left empty handed. The bastard just couldn't keep his hands to himself, only he tried it on the wrong woman. My woman, the guy tried to rape her, tried to place his own mark over mine only Lilith overpowered him for he was drunk.

Getting dressed both Lilith and I headed down to the dining room hand in hand. I was adamant not to let his presence get to me and to get through these next couple of days without losing it.

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