The Headmaster Alpha's Mate
The Headmaster Alpha’s Mate Chapter 122

The Following chapter contians information that readers may find upsetting, you can skip this if you wish, as a brief outline of what happened will be in the next chapter.

Alpha Ross sat back in his large seat that resembled a throne, at head of the table in the Skye Pack dining hall, he placed another fork full of haggis into his mouth.

“Tell me again Kimberley?” he commanded, as his Luna stroked her shoulder length black curled hair, winding the ends around her fingers in a flirtatious move, a wicked grin on her lips.

“Look, I said I am sorry, but seriously, it was just a need I had to scratch, and so I did, you can take any omega female and f**k her in revenge.” His Luna nonchalantly shrugged.

“Aye, I can, and will. But you f*****g killed one of my warriors, after you finished using his body, like a black widow spider. How many times so I have to tell you Kimberly? do not use my ranked wolves for your fetishes.” Ross growled out in frustration.

If she had used and abused an omega male, he would have no problem, after all, they were disposable to the pack. He had gotten used to the pain of his mate’s infidelity long ago, in fact he enjoyed it, the knowledge of what his mate was doing turning him on. Just as his mate had gotten used to the pain inflicted on her when he chose to find his excitement outside of their bedroom. It was there thing, neither of them letting a little thing like a mate bond stop them from fulfilling some of their more macabre s****l deviancies they both enjoyed, but could not do to the other, as it would result in death, for at least one of them.

“Kimberly, we are going to war, I need my f*****g warriors in the peak of health, not getting killed as they shoot their load into you.” Ross sighed out.

“I know, but it was so good Ross, like really good, having a strong wolf succumb to me, his eyes when I pulled out the silver dagger and plunged it into his heart. Stupid fool thought that because he was a warrior, I wouldn’t kill him afterwards.” Kimberly shrugged again, a shudder of delight rushing through her body at the memory. It was common knowledge that Kimberly and Ross killed those who they used in the bedroom once they were finished with them, yet nobody tried to stop them from the despicable practise.

“Could you not have found an Omega male?” Ross protested, not understanding why his mate needed to do this to a warrior.

“They are so pathetic, and stink. Seriously, the last one cried like a baby when I ordered him to get hard, his stupid mate watching on, crying and collapsing begging with me to stop. Like I would. When I was finished with him, I made short work of finishing her off, I think she was grateful I killed her. Pathetic creatures.” Kimberley shuddered in disgust.

Ross let out a frustrated sigh, and nodded, he understood what his mate meant, the omegas did stink, and were barely skin and bone. Not a lot to grab hold of, other than the final moments when he choaked them were they satisfactory to him.

“No more killing my warriors though Kim, seriously, if you need to do that to get off, use an omega.” Ross sighed defeated.

He would never change his mate, nor would he want to, they were a perfect match in their s****l preferences, sometimes, they would even watch the other as they did what turned them both on so much. The feeling of power that you got taking another’s life was euphoric for both of them, something each of them craved.

“So, do you have to go to this meeting, or can we grab a quicky, I am still really turned on?” Kimberly asked with a wink.

Ross g*****d out, as he shoved another fork full of food into his mouth.

“Later, I have to jump on skype and speak with Ken from Ullswater, then I want to have an omega, then can service your needs Mate.” He grinned at her.

“Okay, can I watch?” Kimberly asked.

“No, that is your punishment for killing one of my warriors.” Ross grinned back at her, as Kim pouted, and took a large drink of Buckfast.

Finished with his food, Alpha Ross, pushed his plate away, standing up, he saw the shaking omega in the corner, her long matted hair that looked almost grey instead of the natural blonde.

“You, my room, be there in an hour.” He ordered using his Alpha tone.

The omega let out a sob as she bowed her head in submission. She could not fight the order, even through she knew it was death that would await her. The only positive thing was this life would soon be over, she would rather be dead than live another day in this hell hole pack with the murderous sexually deprived Alpha and Luna.

Walking into his office, Ross fired up his laptop, and joined the prearranged Skype call, as it connected, he saw Alpha Ken sat Alpha Tristan on the other split screen, and Alpha George from Tynedale pack in the bottom corner.

“Alpha’s” Ross greeted them all.

“Alpha Ross, finally you join us.” Ken growled out in annoyance.

Ross was not affected by his comment, he lived life as he saw fit, and would never bow down to another Alpha, one of the reasons he was adamant that Zander Colton and his purple haired Royal mate would never succeed in their plans. After all, he was an Alpha, strong, and nobody had any right to tell him that he could not exert his power as he saw fit especially not in defence of those that were pathetic and weak, the omegas of a pack, whose sole reason for existence was to follow his orders without question.

“I have something to attend to, so let’s get on with this.” Ross replied impatiently, eager to get to his room with the omega.

“You need to move out today and attack Ronsay and Shetland by dawn. I have it on good authority that Hamish and Douglas, have already retreated south to Crescent moon. Also, Shetland is weak, the Alpha and Beta off island, only the Luna in command. You need to use this to your advantage. The less warriors you lose in taking these packs, the more you have available for the final battle.” Ken instructed him.

“Where is Alpha Martin and his Beta?” Ross asked

“We do not know, probably gone into hiding, they do not like to fight.” Alpha George from Tynedale pack shrugged.

As much as Ross hated taking orders from others, he had to agree with Ken, to attack now, would put him at an advantage, but now he would have to spend his afternoon preparing his troops, not enjoying doing what he had planned. He let out a small chuckle, well the Omega could wait until he returned victorious, she could be his celebration.

Finished with the call, Ross walked out of his office and grabbed Kimberly by the hand and dragged her to a corner.

“Get ready, we leave for the mainland before 3pm. We will leave as a pack.” Ross informed his mate.

“What about the Omega’s?” Kimberley sighed.

“They will come with us, I will used them as a distraction sending them off to drag the main warriors from the other packs to them, creating a diversion, then we will attack the remainder. Yes, they will be slaughtered, but it will leave us with more warriors after we claim victory.” Ross shrugged.

“Do you have time to enjoy that thing in your bed?” Kimberly asked.

“No, if she survives the war, I will enjoy her afterwards.” Ross grinned. Then headed out to his small training field and spoke to his Beta and head warrior.

Martin placed another explosive on the final concrete pillar of the Skye bridge, as his beta Jim swam silently to shaw, taking out the small incendiary devices, and placing them into the shipping boats that sat along the waters edge. They were not sure which belonged to the pack, and which belonged to humans, only his heightened sense of smell, alerted him to those he believed were werewolf boats.

Crouching low to the ground, Martin commando crawled through the fields to the outskirts of the Skye pack lands. He peered through his binoculars, seeing that he had arrived just in time, as the pack were making their way into a convoy of black SUV’s ready to make the journey across the bridge onto the mainland. He could not stop them from using the ferry, but it would significantly slow their progress. If he timed it just right, he hoped that he would take out at least half of the pack on the bridge. Martin could only pray, that humans were not caught up in the explosion, he understood if they were, he would pay with his life for breaking the law regarding werewolves attacking humans. This law was something all werewolves agreed upon, if Humans discovered that they were real, and not just a thing of myth and legend, or the monsters that haunted their dreams, or filled the pages of romance novels, then their existence would be threatened. With the use of nuclear weapons, humans actually posed a direct threat to the race of werewolves, so it was better that they remained in complete ignorance of their existence. The only humans who knew were those mated to werewolves. Inevitably, rumours circled about their existence, however, they were mainly contained to the news papers that were classed by most intelligent people as just conspiracy filled rags, nothing more than a tale of fiction, and any person stating that werewolves were real, were mostly laughed at and ridiculed.

Jim made his way along the deserted pebbled beach, finding a small blue rowing boat, he jumped in, crouching his large frame into the bottom of the boat.

“Alpha, I have found us a small rowing boat, it smells like it belongs to a human, and that it has not been used in a very long time as the scent is very faint.” Jim informed Martin.

“Good, I am making my way back, do you have the detonators ready?” Martin asked his beta.

“Yes, I just hope no humans are on this bridge when it blows.” Jim sighed.

He knew what his Alpha was doing, and he agreed with the plan, but still it weighed heavy on his heart that innocent bystanders could be killed as a result of their actions.

He also understood enough about human behaviour, to know that this attack on the bridge and fishing boats would be claimed as an act of terrorism, some fanatical group would take responsibility and grab at the opportunity to use this as a way to instil fear into the hearts of man, because they did not subscribe to their beliefs.

“I know, but we have to protect our pack, we also have to protect our King and Queen Jim. To strike the first blow. Zander is a good man, Chloe an amazing woman, neither of them would agree to this. But it needs to be done. Do not worry, I will accept full responsibility for my actions, and inform them, I commanded you to be involved, I will not let you suffer the consequences.” Martin reassured his beta, after all, if Martin were to be tried for crimes, he needed his beta to take over the running of the Shetland pack, until his young son was of age.

“They are heading out now, the Alpha and warriors are in the lead cars, they have their omegas with them, probably to use as a decoy, they are in the rear part of the convoy, I am making my way back to you, we must try and detonate when the front cars are on the bridge, to avoid killing the omegas.” Martin sighed.

As he ran towards the waters edge, he used his sense of smell to seek out Jim. Martin clambered into the boat, and they set off rowing across the water.

The convoy of twenty SUV’s made their way onto the bridge, as Martin and Jim watched from the small boat.

“The last four cars are the omegas. We need to detonate before they hit the bridge.” Martin commanded.

Jim counted the cars, as the last four lined up to go onto the bridge, both him and his alpha hit the button simultaneously.

The sound of the explosion was deafening, the bridge collapsing into the water, as the Black SUV’s flew into the air, and crashed into the sea. The bodies of dead werewolves floating to the surface of the water, as the shipping boats continued to explode. The back four SUV’s screeched to a halt, the Omegas jumping free, watching on in disbelief as they witnessed the demised of their Alpha, Luna and the whole of the ranked members of their pack. Some cried in shock, others began to cheer, hugging each other in relief. The years of torment were over, they were finally free.

“GO” Martin shouted about the noise to his Beta, as they rowed as fast as they could back to the Scottish mainland.

Martin jumped free from the boat, the sound of sirens of the emergency services filling the air around them, he walked to a remote telephone box, and dialled the number for Zander, it was time to admit what he had done, and face the retribution for his actions, and he was willing to pay the price.