**WARNING** An eerie silence welcomed her when she entered Alpha Alphonso’s office, before she climbed into her bed, Callister had come to call her, informing her the alpha needed a word with her. And from how things went from the cave to the packhouse earlier, Alpha Ciandra was a hundred percent sure the man wanted to talk things about the pack. The small light from outside dimly lit the office, she couldn’t miss the interior design of the office. It was breathtaking, and well arranged with his cologne lingering on the air. Alpha Ciandra saw a piece of paper on the table, she picked it up, and for a few seconds, she admired the handwriting, the words were written meticulously as if they had all the time in the world. She read, "you left me. Alone." She rolled her eyes and proceeded, "I have gone to my bedroom to freshen up, I will be waiting for you in my office there. Hurry. It is important." Giving the office one last look, she folded the paper and dropped it in her pocket.
She was weak, confused, felt empty, and sore all over. She blamed herself for going to him, for answering Callister when she knocked. For forgetting the chances were high of him not giving up on her being his mate. Before she became his protector, she studied everything about him and the pack, and even after she arrived in the pack, she wasn’t too quick to judge anyone, well, except for Beta Pierre. Regarding Alpha Alphonso, she had listened to everything her father spoke of him, she hadn’t missed a word. She never thought she missed something as useful as the alpha being a beast. Did she zone out when her father mentioned something important? “Did things turn into shit the moment I laid my eyes on him?” She wondered as endless tears flowed down her wrecked face. She couldn't remember the last time she cried this hard, with the pit inside her stomach getting deeper. She knew of his behavior, his demanding nature, obsessive and every negative thing, and hell, she never said no to
Elder Karela's voice from outside didn't seem pleased at all, and Alpha Ciandra knew for sure the old wolf wouldn’t leave any time soon. It has been weeks since she saw the woman last, so, whatever reason she was there clearly she couldn’t wait till later. Alpha Ciandra went into her shower, showered hurriedly, dressed up, and opened the door for the woman with a fake smile. She appeared as collected as she could, and when the woman pushed past her, she held the door tightly to avoid falling. "Have I always been this weak?" She wondered as she closed the door. She wasn't someone who doubted herself, but after the alpha easily got his way with her, she wasn’t sure anymore if she had been strong, to begin with. Had it always been a lie? She thought. Alpha Ciandra managed a curt nod towards the one chair inside her bedroom. "Elder Karela, how may I help?" She asked. The woman had disdain in her eyes, she pointed to the bed and Alpha Ciandra finally realized why she was giving her
Alpha Ciandra had her back against the door with her eyes closed, she didn’t care how long she had been there and whether the alpha was outside waiting for her. She could go by himself for all she care. If need be, he could come and drag her to whatever meeting he wanted to take her to. After realizing crying was useless, she stopped and was now having the nagging question as to why the alphas didn’t notice she wasn’t okay. Like, seriously, even though they were not that close, didn’t they notice something different? Or maybe they did and chose not to give a damn? She was sure she didn’t appear happy, so why didn’t they ask? Sighing, she was puzzled if Beta Pierre would have noticed if she had looked at him. She hated the dooming feeling all over her, she recalled when she visited Pryden, House of Noirin, and the Shutter Island, and how she was so used to hearing disgusting stories of what had happened to them before coming to the two houses, but not once did she hear anyone s
She ignored the burning look she could feel from the alpha, with her face glued to the window she was surprised Beta Pierre didn’t ask again if she was okay. She pushed away all nasty thoughts that threatened to surface and waited to be told they have arrived. **Three hours later** Alpha Ciandra woke up to Alpha Alphonso removing a strand of her hair out of her face with no shame, she jerked up, hit him on the chin, and moved far away from him. From the front seat, Beta Pierre joked, “damn, you are feisty when you wake up.” “Beta Pierre, give us a minute.” Alpha Alphonso said with his eyes on her, when the door locked, he grabbed her chin, “don’t you dare do anything drastic, I want you to be on your best level.” “Do you have to grab my chin?” She slapped his hand away with anger in her eyes, “can you stop fucking with me.” Deep down she was trembling, inside she was a child on a corner wondering what she went wrong and if this was finally her fate. Alpha Alphonso returned too
The answer to a question that had been pestering her since she arrived at the Dark Shadow Pack was right here, staring into her. Although she had never met Luna of the Dark Shadow Pack, she had seen numerous photos of her, looking at the man in front of her, she felt like she was meeting luna for the very first time. The second time she saw luna’s picture inside Beta Pierre’s office, she concluded the beta was a pervert, because one, she had never seen the picture of luna inside the alpha's office, and two, how didn't the alpha ask him to pull it down? It had been absurd because, who would go around hanging their luna's picture in their bedroom, if only, at least the alpha's and it would have been understandable. You know, like when the citizens hung their president's picture in their rooms? She had asked Beta Pierre, and the man dodged the question as an adept soldier dodging an incoming bullet. Now, perturbed and stuck, she couldn’t help but wonder if the luna finally came b
Everyone became a suspect in her eyes. She pushed the thought aside, far deep where they wouldn’t resurface anytime soon. She gave Alpha Alphonso and Beta Pierre the benefit of the doubt. Her heart sank, gazing at the son and his father speaking in hushed tones, the devil once again found its way to her mind, seeding a weird thought, what if he was telling his son what he did? Shivering at the thought, she glanced at Alpha Karl and found him speaking to Beta Pierre quietly, smiling like long-time friends. Confused and irritated, she concluded one of them was playing her. Even in her pack, she was never used to standing around and doing nothing, if she wasn't busy writing letters, she was training herself or the warriors, and if she wasn't speaking to the warriors, then she was on her way to Pryden, House of Noirin, or Shutter Island. Previously, the moment her existence was announced to Alpha Karl, he would be grinning, happy his friend have visited. But now, Alpha Karl was ac
The feeling was intense, the definition of blissful heaven. The one you have to acquire even if you have to beg with your life. The moment Alpha Alphonso repeated those four magic words, “you are on heat.” All logical reasoning escaped her mind, she anticipated listening to his devious husky voice that he would do anything after he has commanded. She loved the way he was looking at her with keen interest, his eyes answering unasked questions, he wanted her as much as she wanted him. But why wasn’t the car stopping? Alpha Ciandra tapped him on the shoulder, “please, stop the car. I want you to touch me.” Suddenly, she was a slut who needed the man’s touch. Her body was on fire, it couldn’t be compared with an erupted volcano, she felt her veins were on fire, her heart beating as if it wanted out, her fingers needed to touch every inch of her body, and her arteries suddenly forgot where it was supposed to take its blood and all of them were working on her clit. Her clit was ticking