Xander's POV
"Argh!" I growled when my phone started ringing yet again.
I wasn't ready to depart my fingers from the glass of booze but I also knew that if I didn't receive the call this time, he would continue calling me.
Heavily placing the glass of booze on the bar countertop, I harshly grabbed my phone and placed it on my ear.
"This has to be the fucking fifth or seventh time you are calling me. Don't you understand that I am busy?!" I blasted over my Beta, Benjamin, on the call.
From the other end, a trembling voice of my beta seeped into my ear.
"My Alpha! It's your wedding day. How can you be away from the pack house?"
I grunted in silence and slurred, "So, you called me for this! Benjamin, you better don't call me again. I am in a serious business right now."
I was about to cut the call but a stiff voice filled with rage from the other end caught my ear.
"What could be more important than your wedding, Xander?"
Of course, this man had to intervene. The only man who could address me, an Alpha by his name, my father, Mr. Jackson Walters.
My father snarled on the call, "Xander, I want you to fucking get back to the pack house right now."
His barking order unnerved me and I harshly disconnected the call. Tossing my phone aside, I got my hands back around the glass. I refilled it with the booze and chugged it down my system. This had to be the fifth bottle and I could feel the booze distorting my vision. But nevertheless, I kept on chugging it down.
I was burning in rage and I wanted something to calm me down. Nobody in my fucking pack house would appease me because everyone wanted to get me married to a feeble human girl, especially my father.
He was the one who brought that disgusting proposal of marrying me to a chick named Zara. I criticized his move. Come on, how could he marry a strong Alpha with a weak human? But he had his own explanation ready beforehand.
In the human world, a wife was a symbol that would make investors trust me. It was the most important judgement of whether a business would succeed or not. In short, a wife was a symbol of stability in my family.
His explanation made sense but I wasn't ready to choose a human as my mate for life. Despite my strict condemnation, my father held this wedding. Today was my wedding and I skipped it, rejecting the human bride that my father chose for me.
Since morning, I had been away from my pack house and sitting my ass in this bar amidst the forest. Unlike the usual nights, this bar was empty. I had reserved it completely because I just wanted some solace alone.
There wasn't a single bartender to serve me, that was how much of alone time I needed. But suddenly, I could hear someone's footfalls.
I turned around and I caught someone who was peeping at me from behind that wall. I quickly lifted my body that felt heavy as hell because of all the booze I had consumed tonight.
My vision was growing worse. But somehow, I managed to peep behind the wall. I caught a running figure. Though I couldn't see the exact figure, I knew who it could be. He was James, the Alpha heir of the Dark River Pack, my brutal enemy, the one who was jealous of me, of how I developed my pack stronger than his.
The only reason that could bring him to me was to attack me. I hurriedly sauntered out of the bar. I couldn't let this fucking bastard take advantage of me in this drunk and secluded state.
I walked up to the parking lot and I was about to get into my car but suddenly I could feel myself pressed down by a hefty arm around my neck holding a sharp knife.
"So, finally here you are, Mr. Xander Walters." A caliginous voice gushed into my ear.
He was James.
"Fucking coward! You don't have fucking strength to fight me in the arena and you choose to attack when I am drunk. Such a coward you are!" I said through my gritted teeth.
I let out a loud snarl as I tried freeing myself from his tight grasp.
"Not tonight Xander, I am not going to set you free tonight. You are going to die, Xander, in my hands." James smirked wickedly.
I shrugged my body harder before I pushed my elbow in his belly so hard that he broke his tight grasp. Turning around, I gave him a worst kick in his abdomen before getting into my car and driving away.
The only sound that echoed in the empty forests in the middle of the night were the sounds of the screeching tires of my car that I drove roughly across the road.
The peaceful silence was broken by the incessant honking of the cars from behind. I looked through the rear mirror to find a total of four giant Toyotas chasing me down.
I knew they were James' werewolves. This fucking bastard never had the guts to fight me alone. I slammed the accelerator harshly.
I needed my men at this moment but fuck there was no signal on my phone. It was a bad choice for me to come to this remote area, uninformed, it was worse to get drunk and all this was happening because of the fucking worst bride, Zara!
The anger and hatred for Zara in me fueled me to drive faster. Suddenly, I heard a gunshot. I looked at the rear mirror, to see James mounted with a gun. The bullet pierced through the air and broke my rear mirror into pieces.
Fuck! That was too close. I pressed the accelerator more. I was caught up in a very tight situation. I had to drive my car into zig zags to dodge the bullets that James and his men were showering from behind.
In no time, I drove to the outskirts of town. Death was right behind me but now I knew I could win by distracting them since now I was off the narrow road. But alas! Before I could take up the path to distract them, a set of black Toyotas driving from the front blocked my way.
I harshly slammed the brake and so did the set of cars driving behind me.
I was caught up! James had surrounded me from all the directions. Left with no choice, I had to leave my car. My eyes darted wide when I saw the number of men stepping out of the cars. Were those many men really going to attack me, or the booze was hallucinating me and making me see more people around?
Suddenly, a tight blow was delivered from behind, on the back of my head, and my body crashed down on the ground, the corner of my mouth breaking and blood spurting out from it. Before that wolf would deliver another blow to me, I caught his hand and turned around. In a quick second, I got off from the ground and snapped his arm before kicking him off.
The next moment, I had around five wolves attacking me. My hands formed tight fists and I punched one of them right on his throat, and a light groan left his lips, probably his wind pipe was broken. With all my strength I fought all the twenty werewolves including James.
I was exhausted and injured, bruises all over my body. Before James or his men would rise from the ground, I got walking down the lane.
Right now, I wanted a doctor and I decided to flee to the high-class sanatorium down the street.
Fuck! I could see James' wolves employed at the entrance watching for me. It was clear from this that James had made a full proof plan to kill me tonight.
I had a thought of going to another sanatorium but it was far away from here. My energy was depleting with every fucking second, and I bet I wouldn't make it to another sanatorium.
I decided to sneak into the sanatorium that was guarded by James' wolves through the backside.
I successfully got into the sanatorium from behind and got into the first room that I came across. I opened the door revealing a dimly lit room.
Suddenly, I caught a hysteric, feminine voice, "Hiss- who are you?"
She was too loud and I jumped onto her to hush her down. Both of us fell on the bed. I, who was on the verge of passing out just like my wolf, felt a sudden gush of energy into me. I ducked my head into the crook of her neck to relish myself with the tantalizing scent of this woman under me.
Fuck! Her body smelled heavenly. Hector, my wolf said hungrily, "Xander, we need her. We need her."
Never had my wolf ever become so possessive and attracted to anyone. I would have girls all set to spread their legs to be fucked but not anyone had ever managed to attract me.
It wasn't just my wolf but a wave of insatiable anger lurked within my body, my cock getting harder to fuck the lady underneath.
