The S.T.O.R.M. pack is the biggest in the region. It is filled to the brim with soldiers ready to prove their worth to the world by going on dangerous missions. Their main goal is to preserve the wolf race, but sometimes their motive could get out of hand. Like right now they believed five young canines that made up the Core-Tech pack were going to end the world with their Monsuno and finding the previous Alpha, Jeredy Suno. The almost limitless amount of soldier wolves made sure to kill off almost all of the pack, but unfortunately for them Chase Suno escaped with his Beta, Jinja, and his Omega, Bren. A mutt from the Lowlands and a monk dog guarding the Library of Tebab also joined the little group. They were a pain in the S.T.O.R.M. pack's side along with Klipse's miniscule Eklipse pack and Medea's Darkspin pack.
The whole pack was ruled by a female Alpha that goes by the name Charlemagne. She is a unique German shepherd. With luscious blonde fur, piercing yellow eyes, and a fine body she is a beauty, but don't let the looks fool you. Under that beautiful coat lies strong muscles that one could see ripple under her coat as she walked. Charlemagne's bite was also as tough, if not tougher, than her bark. And don't let her pull out that whip of or you're through!
Everyone in the pack was scared of Alpha Charlemagne except for her Beta, Trey. Trey was a German shepherd and wild dog mix. His shaggy black ruff, soot colored coat and stocky body showed his heritage. That didn't stop him from rising to power in the pack though. Trey could take down any male he wanted to including the wolves. The male had also recently run off the previous Beta, Jon Ace, who was a pit bull boxer mix. Jon was a friend, but also a roadblock in Trey's master plan: Become Alpha male and take Charlemagne as his mate.
Trey had been smitten with Charlemagne ever since he was able to open his eyes after birthing. Charlemagne was a few moon cycles older so she was already playing with the other pups. Trey would just stare in awe at the edge of his mother's birthing den and watch her. The older female was so graceful, so perfect, so powerful, that from the moment he laid eyes on her the young pup promised himself that he would make Charlemagne his. When she defeated the old Alpha, a scruffy male, and took over the S.T.O.R.M. pack it gave him just a little more incentive.
This season made Trey want Charlemagne even more than usual though. The young Alpha was in heat. He could smell it a mile away while he was hunting. He about dropped the deer he had been dragging back to the heart of their territory and run to fulfill his fearsome desires. When arriving back he knew it was true. Males all among the pack were tense. They all wanted some of Charlemagne. But Charlemagne was no whore dog. Just because her species didn't mate for life didn't mean any hound dog could mate with her. No, the male had to be the best of the best. Of course, Trey believed that to be himself.
What few females that were actually in the pack surrounded Charlemagne. The Alpha practically used them as living shields to keep the other males away. It was to make sure none of them tried to pull any tricks and take her by force, but that would be impossible anyways since Charlemagne would kill them if they tried. Every time a young male would dare to approach they would growl and snap at them. The male would usually cower and turn tail, but if one got brave and tried to pursue further the females would ambush him and beat him to a pulp.
Of course, as Beta Trey approached with the deer the females surrounding his Alpha began to growl furiously. Seeing what he had for her Charlemagne commanded them to stop.
"Cease your snarling, bitches," snapped the Alpha. "You vant to eat don't you?"
The females bowed their heads and whimpered. Trey graciously placed the deer in front of Charlemagne. "For you, my Alpha."
"Zhank you, Trey," praised Charlemagne. "You may go now."
Trey obeyed and left. It was hard to disobey his instincts though when she was in heat like this. Trey went and tried to do his usual thing. He trained, scent marked, hunted, and patrolled, but he couldn't get one thing out of his mind: mating with Charlemagne. It was his dream, his personal goal. And just like rising to Beta position he'd make it come true. With whatever it takes.
The Beta marched back up to where Charlemagne was sunbathing with her shield of watchful, attentive females around her. As soon as they spotted Trey the female canines rose up and began snarling furiously. Trey paid no heed and drew closer which caused them to begin giving warning barks and growls of rage. Still, there was no sign of the Beta halting. That's when they ambushed him, running towards him with their foaming jaws snapping furiously.
As one tried to get his throat Trey retaliated and grabbed the back of the female's neck, throwing her furiously into the ground. She yelped and ran with her tail between her legs. The Beta immediately tore into another. She too ran away in fear. The next few were a bit tougher, but all ended up defeated and scared. No male had ever gone against them like this before. Most were too blinded by lust to even think about it. But Trey had his priorities straight. He's thought of this since the moment he first spotted Charlemagne.
Victorious, Trey approached Charlemagne with a snide grin on his face. Charlemagne raised her eyebrow in question, undaunted by his actions of obliterating her shield. "Yes, Beta Trey?" she asked.
Trey snarled. "You will be MINE Charlemagne. You will mate with me and you will like it!"
Charlemagne's mouth broke into a grin. Soft chuckles emerged from her lips then grew to a loud, uncontrollable laugh.
"I'M SERIOUS!" cried Trey.
Charlemagne's face snapped back to its original seriousness. "So am I Beta Trey. Zhere is no way in zhis world you are mating vith me."
Trey growled furiously. "Why ever not, Charlemagne? I'm the strongest, the fastest, the smartest in the pack!"
The Alpha only chuckled again. "You give zhose titles to yourself, pup. You haven't proved zhose zhings to me, but," Charlemagne got to her feet and into Trey's face. ", since you seem to have been planning zhis moment for a long vhile now I'll give you a chance."
Charlemagne grabbed her whip. Swinging it suddenly she smacked Trey hard in his muzzle. The Beta flinched. "If you vant the opportunity to mate vith me so bad zhen you shall fight me for zhe honor. Zhe honor to be zhe first to mate with me!" She raised her whip for another whack, but Trey managed to avoid it this time.
"Fine!" Trey roared. He began running circles around Charlemagne, trying to find a weak spot, but sadly he found none.
Charlemagne made the first move. She was suddenly at Trey's flank where she whipped him again. Where did that female get that horrible weapon? Wasn't there a time where using them was dishonorable among canines? Well, those days were long past so he shouldn't linger on it. Charlemagne was coming in for another go. Trey avoided it barely, but was able to get a hold of the end of the whip in his mouth. With a mighty tug he ripped the weapon out his Alpha's mouth.
The Alpha grinned. "Good job, Trey. Maybe you aren't as vorthless after all."
She then narrowed her eyes and tackled him to the ground. The female snapped at his neck in a rage. Trey did not beg for mercy though. He wanted Charlemagne so bad. The Beta grabbed a hold of her neck. He threw Charlemagne on the ground and pinned her switching their positions.
"I'll never let you take me you vorthless, pup!" screamed the Alpha. "Do you hear me? NEVER!"
In blind fury Trey grabbed Charlemagne's right ear in his teeth. Without a second thought he tore it completely off. All that remained was a bloody stump. Screams of agony filled the territory. All the pack members that were watching the scene before them cowered in terror at the sight of their Alpha writhing in agony.
Trey was dumbfounded by what he had just done. He had never planned on hurting her this bad, just enough to make her his. "A-Alpha," Trey stammered. "I-I-I'm s-sorry…I-,"
Charlemagne's eyes flashed dangerously. "You…vill pay for zhat…Beta Trey," she panted between flashes of pain.
Before Trey knew it he was on the ground with Charlemagne's snapping jaws centimeters from his face. Then, he blacked out…
When Trey came to he was covered in blood that matted his fur and bite marks. The Beta hung his head in shame. He had failed. Trey did not mate with Charlemagne. He looked up to see the Alpha standing before him, glaring down at him.
Trey winced at the sight of her, part of it from shame of failing, the other from fear of what she would do to him now that he was awake.
"Look at me, Beta Trey," commanded Charlemagne. The Beta warily did what he was told and saw his Alpha was…smiling. "I have to say I am very proud of how you fought yesterday. Not many males can stand up to me for zhat long. I have to say…I am impressed."
Trey felt hopeful. Would she allow him to mate with her? "But, I vill still not allow you to mate with me." The male's heart dropped along with what was left of his hope.
"Do not look so sad. Zhere is always the next time I go into heat." The Alpha's smile widened a bit. "By zhe vay, keep zhat. It is your trophy and maybe it vill give you a little more incentive to prepare better for next time." She then walked away.
Trey cocked his head. Keep what? There was nothing- The Beta felt something soft under the paw pad of his front paw. Lifting it revealed…
Charlemagne's severed ear.