Author's Note: Hello everyone! Welcome to a new story that I've been working on! Alpha: Hounds of the Shield. So, yes, I know it has some WWE themes and superstar tags in here, but it did help me out a lot with some of the characters. So, I do NOT take any credit for anything WWE owns, just to my characters only. I have been working on updating it, so it should be a bit better. I'm sorry for the long delay.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything related to WWE. All rights belong to their appropiate parties. I only own my characters.
Prologue: The Same Goddamn Dream
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Fields.
Goddamn fields, everywhere.
Why were there so many fields around?
A bright light, a fading golden light. Sun - the sunlight, no - sunset. Blinding to the eyes, especially when staring straight into the sun itself. Ready to burn your retinas to a crisp.
The smells were blending in, raw country wheat, pollen, dryness in the air. This place, this space - it was familiar. It felt familiar.
It almost felt like - what?
Home. It felt like home. But -
Why?
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The gentle swaying of the sun christened wheat fields surrounded the space, swaying with the gusts of wind, dancing with its quiet melody. The setting sun still beamed its warm rays down, encasing everything with its golden light. If you listened closely, you could hear the faint buzzing of the sun heating everything within its wake. The smells of wheat, dirt roads and stale, rustic air blended into a culinary concoction of a sweet country home. Looking down the road, there was a farm house. Not just any house - an old off white Victorian farmhouse to the left and a large barn to the right. In between, a dried up yard in between the two.
Between them, littered across the yard, was a bulldozer and a rundown tractor. There were old pieces of junk littered here and there, wastefully dying in the heated gaze of the sun. The hazy sun beating down on the rustic junk highlighted the aged rust.
Looking ahead - there!
It was her, it had to be her.
There was no mistaking it.
She was here; she was right in front - slowly walking through the dried up, honey hued fields of wheat.
The wheat glided beneath her fingertips, lightly grazing her slim waist, almost scratching along her jean shorts. The fading, golden light encased her in such a heavenly glow that one would've thought they were seeing an angel when they looked upon her. Her long muddy red brown hair hung straight down to the middle of her back; the strands lightly brushing against the white cloth of her string strap tank top. She wore a red plaid shirt tied around her waist, gently covering her jean clad ass.
She turned around, not stopping her slow strides, walking backwards and looking upon what her eyes beheld. Her eyes - fucking beautiful! - light green eyes shining with joyfulness. Her skin - flawless, light sun-kissed skin, so clear that one could see the tiny little freckles dancing across her cheeks and button nose. Her slim body, captivated by the fading sunlight, seemed more exotic to look at. Her legs, so long and slim, sporting a pair of old brown cowboy boots. Her smile, beautiful white smile - such a beautiful smiling creature. So slim, so caring, so - breathtaking!
Her hair gently flowing with the gusts of wind, spreading her sweet scent - Oh Jesus Christ! - such a sweet smell to ever exist.
Fresh peaches and cream.
Such a decadent scent. Combined with the sweet smell of the country fields as well as the rustic smell of the junk, it was a smell that was ingrained into one's brain.
She stopped walking backwards, looking in front of her, her eyes gentle and warm. She reached out, arms open and welcoming.
Almost being guided by some unseen force, the image of her was slowly coming closer.
She was here - right here in front!
Her breath, so sweet and warm. Like the warm country air was born from her. She was the purest woman that God could ever create. The epitome of beauty and all that was good in this world.
Safe! Home! Content! Happy!
Mate!
"My Alpha . . ." She breathed, smiling up as the space around her began to fade.
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No.
NO.
NO!
Come back! Don't leave!
Please!
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Mahi shot up in his bed, gasping from being awoken out of his slumber. He heaved deep, heavy breaths in and out of the expanse of his chest, lungs filling as much air as they could hold.
He shakily ran his large hand through his long raven locks, sweat coating his dark bronze skin in such a sickly way; his stomach felt like churning the contents of last night's meal, and wanting to upchuck onto the crisp white sheets of his bed. He leaned forward, and laid his head in the palms of his hands, struggling to regain his breath. The wolf inside him had been dreaming again.
Of that same goddamn dream.
Of her.
Her; that beauty that he can never unseen in his mind's eye.
For weeks, he had been having the same dream, never changing in the slightest. The wolf in him stirred restlessly, seeking out a mate. He had become irritable, sure, but more so than ever, even going as far as lashing out on his commanding officer. Bad idea as it was, he was only given a verbal warning; the next, he would've been locked in the cage again.
He looked at the clock on his bedside - 0530 hours.
Shit.
It was going to be a long fucking day at work.
He growled at the clock in annoyance, and slammed his fist on the meaningless clock, shutting off the alarm before throwing the covers off.
"Shit . . . " Mahi growled as he stood up and began with his day.
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Author's Note: I do hope you enjoyed it. Reviews, comments are always welcomed :) Stay tuned for more chapters.