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Moon-Born Outcast: The Alpha's Broken Mate

Alpha Samson is the most ruthless alpha's around and has the most powerful pack in the world-Blackthorn. Runours cascade around about him, and his wolf, Savage, who is the biggest anyone has ever seen, will rain down on all who go against them. The only thing they are missing is their mate. What happens when all alphas are going to a pack to celebrate the coming of an new alpha, who has only barely turned twelve. Things don't look what they seem, until the luring scent mixed with blood sends Alpha Samson to the cells where he and his beast finds their mate, chained to the wall all bloody and broken. All hell breaks lose. Alora, half wolf and half witch, charged for a crime she never did. What happens when the damaged little woman meets the ruthless alpha who happens to be his mate? When recovering with her mate, things change and all Alora has ever known is a lie of what she is and more. Secrets come out and all Alora and Alpha Samson want is to know the truth and revenge, taking back the pack that is hers to begin with.
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Chapter 6

ALPHA SAMSON

After two hours, Darla came to get us from the room we were staying in. Jenson and Paul played on their phones while we waited. I stared out of the window and watched everyone turn up to attend the party.

Darla took us to where the party was being held. As soon as I stepped inside, I made my way over to a corner to stay while everyone started to turn up.

Once everyone turned up, the music began and blared, and the party was in full swing. I stood with a group of alphas near the stage. They talked about their packs and tried to one-up each other on everything. Telling me what their packs had to offer me. I couldn't help rolling my eyes to a few.

I looked around, ignoring everyone, and saw Alpha Karl mingling with others. He seemed to be in his oils talking about his son or what was happening. I scanned around, looking for his luna and son, but neither seemed to be around.

Savage grunted, which made me look back at him. He rolled his eyes at me. I sighed and looked back at everyone, but didn't want to be there either. Savage hated this party. He moved back further into my head when we entered the party, and that's where he has been.

"Alpha Samson," Alpha Lawrence said, stepping closer to my group. "Alpha Karl just told me that you asked for a room. Are you here to help Alpha Karl train his pack?" I still while all the alphas looked at me with wide eyes.

Savage growled while I frowned. "Stupid alpha."

Alpha Karl had a big mouth. But why lie and tell him I was helping him train his men? I never agreed to such a thing.

Alpha Lawrance stared at me, waiting for my response. Clearing my throat, I looked at Jenson, who was staring at me. "I only wanted a room to let my driver, beta, and I rest after travelling. They can even have a drink, too. But I said no such thing about helping him train his pack. I will be leaving first thing."

All alphas looked around, some looking confused, while Alpha Lawrence frowned. "You should help him," he grunted. "He needs the help more than the others. He has had more attacks the last few months."

I kept my eyes on him but felt Savage move closer, but not to show himself. "Stupid alphas," he grumbled. "They all want us to help them. Why don't they just learn how to fight themselves?"

I said nothing. Alpha Karl has had rogues attacking him, but he never mentioned that. "He's had attacks," I asked, making Lawrence tense and look at me. "He never mentioned anything when we saw him earlier."

Alpha Lawrence looked around and then back at me. "Oh," he said. "He told me earlier." I watched his head move to the side and move away. "Sorry, I must go," he called out.

Weird.

I looked at the other alphas, who seemed just as confused as me. "I take it you all didn't know about the rogues," I asked, making them shake their heads.

"He only talked to me about the ceremony," Alpha Zander muttered. "Nothing about rogues." "Same here," the others muttered.

My eyes looked over to Alpha Karl, who Alpha Lawrence pulled away. I watched them for a moment until they stepped out the door. What the hell was that all about?

A mind link opened up from Jenson. "Do you want me to follow them?" he asked, making me look at him. He was standing with some of the betas. I gave him a nod and closed the link.

"So, are you-" Alpha Carter said, but I looked at him and held my hand up. "Sorry, I have to contact my gamma," I muttered, walking away. "I need to check in with him."

The alphas nodded and stepped aside for me to leave. I needed to get out of the room. I was starting to get claustrophobic from being stuck with them.

I walked toward the door, only to bump into Jenson coming back in with a frown. "I lost them," he muttered, motioning to the side. I glanced over and read the sign on the door-alpha's office. I sighed and looked back at him. "Don't worry."

Jenson nodded but glanced to the side and groaned. "Looks like she-wolves are out in force," he muttered, making me look to where he was looking and a few women lined up against the wall.

All the women were batting their eyelids and wearing the shortest outfits known to men. All trying to catch someone's attention. Savage moved closer and grunted. "Hell no," he murmured. "You go anywhere near those, and I will cut you open myself. They smell bad."

I looked back at him, amused. "I would like to see you try," I said, which only made the big lump of fur growl. "You dare," he growled. "Or you will be sitting back here instead of me. I will take be in charge instead."

This damn wolf had a nerve.

Ignoring him, I looked to Jensen, who seemed highly amused. "Savage telling you, no," he asked. I frowned. "I need air," I muttered, stepping away from him. Jenson chuckled.

I walked past the she-wolves, but Savage was right. They all smelled bad, which was something odd. A few tried to touch me, but Savage let out a loud growl, sending them back against the wall, terrified.

Stepping outside the front door of the pack, I walked down the steps and stepped around to the side, away from the music. It was quieter, and I could actually hear myself think.

A mind link came through; it was from Paul, the driver.

"Alpha," he said and then added Jenson to the link. "Beta Jenson. Not much is happening with the pack members. They all seem to be enjoying the festivities of the ceremony."

"Did they report anything to you?" I asked.

"No, alpha," he said and sighed. "But there is something odd happening around here."

"Like what?" I asked, looking around while he continued. "Well, the ones around the pack house seem full of themselves, like they are coming into something." I scrunched up my nose. "Coming into something," I asked. "Like what? Money?"

"That's it, alpha," he said. "No one doesn't seem to know when I have asked. They all say that the ceremony for the new alpha is one thing that is happening, but there is something else happening too, but it is now postponed till tomorrow when everyone leaves."

"I wonder what," Jenson asked, which made me wonder too.

Savage came closer, listening in to what was being said. "Anything else, Paul?" I asked.

My eyes darted around, only to see a few pack members huddled by a tree. They were all deep in thought. Savage came closer to see. "They mind linking with one another," he muttered. "But there is something off about them."

I frowned.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, staring at them, but one looked at me and tensed. He motioned to the others, who all looked over at me and then moved away. "They seem scared," Savage muttered.

I said nothing when Paul spoke. "Not many people will talk to me," he said. "Some have walked away from me. They know I am with you, but they do it with a few other wolves from various packs. We are not the only ones trying to discover what is happening here. Some alphas have asked their beta's or guard to do what we are doing."

"Well, that explains the conversation I had with one of the beta's before he left," Jenson said. "He asked me if I knew what was happening and why Alpha Karl was holding a ceremony for a five-year-old when there was plenty of time."

We were all wondering the same thing. Alpha Karl was up to something, but what?

I looked around until my eyes landed on a building. "Did anyone of the pack members mention they had rogues attacks happening?" I asked, but they both said no. "Why Alpha?" Paul asked.

"Well, Alpha Lawrence seems to think they have been," I said. "He thought that's why we were staying here for the night."

"We not though," he said. "But Alpha, can I ask something?"

"Yes," I said with a frown.

"Can we leave tonight?" he asked, catching me off guard. "I don't really feel it here, and I haven't exactly drunk anything after the first conversation I had."

"Yeah," I said, not wanting to here anymore.

Savage grunted. "Finally."

"Alpha," Jenson said. "You will need to come in. They have announced that the ceremony will be starting."

"Okay," I said, my eyes still on the building. "I will be there-" I said, but stopped when two people walked out the building door. I watched a guard step out of the building; he wasn't the one who caught my attention it was the woman coming out behind him who was dressed up in a stunning dress-the Luna.

I moved back, keeping out of sight, and watched them.

Luna Madaline turned to face the guard, who was wiping his hands with a cloth. Savage came close but stilled.

A low growl rumbled. "What?" I asked, but he said nothing.

After a short few moments, I heard a loud voice in my head. "Alpha, what's going on?" Jenson asked. "Savage's energy is filling the link. He is pissed."

"I don't know," I muttered, closing the link and keeping my eyes on the Luna and guard.

Something was happening, but the Luna moved away and headed toward the pack house. I couldn't let her see me. I moved away and headed back up the steps and straight inside.

As I stepped inside, Jenson looked at me with a worried look. I shook my head and stepped aside when Luna Madaline walked in with the guard behind me. I keep my eyes on Jenson and not only anyone else. When they walked past, a smell hit me hard-blood.

"Samson, do you smell that?" Jenson hissed in my ear with a low growl. "Blood." I said nothing but one question came flooding to me.

What the hell were they doing in that building?

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