Irina’s POV
I try to ignore the strangers’ intoxicating scent and focus on my mother, she was more important right now and even though it was nerve-wracking seeing her like this, I try to keep my shaking hands steady as I use a towel to gently wipe the blood away from her skin so that I could see what I was dealing with.
From the corner of my eye, I could see the handsome man leaning on our kitchen table, crossing his arms in front of his chest, but his eyes were fixed on my movements. It looked like he was interested in me, but the way he was watching me, made me feel uncomfortable and his scent swirled in my mind. When I look up, he turns his head away, glancing around our small home. As I carry on dabbing the damp towel against my mothers wounds. I discover that the blood splattered across her body is not hers?! The more I wipe the more confused I become. I wonder how she got away with one tiny wound that was almost healed and still ended up covered in blood. Where did she go?? Did she go to the war?? But I say nothing and keep my mouth shut.
The man does not speak, yet helps by providing me with clean towels and by the time we are finished, mother is finally stirring. The strange man leaves us alone and heads to the sink whilst I help my mom to sit up
“Mom, what did you do?”
She doesn’t answer me but stares at the man
“Did he do this?” I keep my voice low, praying to the Moon Goddess that he was not listening in
She shakes her head ever so slightly but I’m not sure I can believe her, especially when she left without even leaving me a note. What if he had set her up, what if this was some sort of kidnapping attempt?What if she really went to the war?
I can't get the thoughts out of my head and slowly pull the small shiny knife from my moms jeans and hide it in my pyjama's waistband
The tall man walks back in carrying a glass of water. Its only now I see that he is covered in blood too. Too my surprise, I just realize how large he really was, his shirt was torn, showing his muscular body. I tried to hide how my feelings but his scent is making my head dizzy and chills run up my veins, it is definitely something I had never felt before and I didn't like it.
He carefully kneels down, handing my mom the glass and tells her to take small sips before turning his attention to me
“Where did you learn to do that?”
I shrug my shoulders trying to avoid the truth "She is my mom, I had to help”
“But you were prepared to fix stitches. Is this something you have done before?”
“No” I lie through gritted teeth, I wasn’t sure what he was accusing me of. Either way I did not like it and I wasn’t going to tell a random stranger that I had taught myself how to stitch things up after one to many run ins with Vivian.
“Who are you?” I finally feel confident enough to ask as he rises back up. My hand sitting on my hip, ready to grab the knife at any moment
He starts heading towards the door, glancing back over his shoulder and he smiles “I am Damien Lonecrown, the Alpha’s son”
My half brother, the true and future heir to the Lonecrown pack. I gulp as I stare at him and he turns back to face me properly, frowning as I gulp for air. I knew I had an older brother but because of my identity, we had never been introduced, my father forbade it but here he was, stood in our tiny house, with his deep green eyes completely focussed on me
I take a deep breathe and then let it out, it was going to be now or never. “I…. I…. I am your half sister”
“You!” he sounded annoyed rather than surprised
He knew of me, had my father told him? If so why had he kept us away from each other?
Damien does not speak, instead he stares at me slightly bewildered
I had so many questions for him, I wanted to know how long he knew about me, why he stared at me the way he did but instead I panic and tell him to leave.
"O..out!" my voice was trembling
He glances towards my mother who was pretending to drink water so she didn’t have to speak and trying to act like she wasn’t even in the room.
Damien’s green eyes linger on me for a moment, but to me it felt like a century had passed before he bows his head, stepping out into the cold air but I swear I hear him say ‘until we meet again’
I turn back to my mom who has conveniently disappeared and realise Damiens scent was almost gone, why did he smell the way he did?
“MOM!” there was no answer but I find her in the kitchen. “That is my brother, what were you doing with him and whose blood was that?”
“I went to the war”
“You what? Why would you do that when father specifically said to stay here, plus you are not even a warrior”
"I had too"
"You had too. What does that even mean and why didnt you tell me?"
“Irina we will talk about this tomorrow”
"No mom, you need to tell me, what the hell happened out there"
"Irina, I have already said we will discuss this tomorrow with your father!"
I groan, I knew there would be no chance in getting anything out of her tonight. So I slink upstairs to bed with my heart full of anger and don't bother to give her my most annoyed look.
I couldnt sleep, how could I when all I could think of was my half brother and the way he looked at me, like I was some kind of freak.
Grabbing a notebook, I throw myself on my bed and start to write down all the questions I had, getting myself more and more annoyed and scribbling the words out or tearing off the paper and throwing it on the floor. Each question I had, led to a new one and before I know it my alarm rings. Great another school day! I rolled my eyes and climb out of bed. Mom's probably off to work by now, I won't have a chance to ask her the questions. I hoped the day would pass by quickly, then I can have all the answers tonight.
Damien’s POV I left when she asked, without even knowing her name. Her hands caked in the blood of a wolf that her mother killed. Which was a surprise in itself considering her mother was just an omega. Father shouted through the fight when he saw the omega passed out in my arms. Telling me to take her home, even giving me an address and I wondered why he even bothered to bring an omega to the fight but she was good, she was skilful and quick, not like the other omegas who were not quite as resourceful. I had questions but my father was the Alpha and therefore I did as he asked Carrying the omega through the forest, I find her house on the very outskirts of our pack land, the house was small but an amazing scent of fresh linen was wafting from the house. Looking down at the woman I was carrying, the scent was not coming from her and as I boot the door open, there is a girl sat on the stairs, looking completely alarmed by my appearance bu
Irina’s POV I had hardly slept and the bags under my eyes were a huge giveaway. A mixture of annoyance and stress about how mom was keeping secrets from me. The questions I had were slowly burning a hole in my brain and I needed answers! As I head downstairs I was surprised to hear that my mom was still here, she would normally be at work by now and as I round the corner I almost walk into her, sending her morning coffee flying and making her jump “Why are you not at work?” “Excuse me? I am your mother, do not talk to me like that” “I am just saying you are normally at work by now” “Day off” she mumbles, cleaning up the spilt coffee but she looked a mess this morning, her long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun and she looked like she hadn't slept either I sit at the table and fill my cereal bowl, but I couldn’t eat, I had so many questions but I had no idea what the chances are that she would actually answer me so I ha
Damien’s POV Why did I agree to pick her up? I had managed to avoid it for years, well since I left school anyway, but I guess I had to get it over and done with eventually. I wouldn’t be able to avoid going to the school when I was Alpha, after all the Alpha over sees physical training for the final year students. As soon as I pull up in the parking lot the girls are watching me. The conversations turning to me and some already becoming flustered, making it was easy enough to smell them, their aromas giving them away and I screw my nose up at them. It was not what I wanted to be smelling and Vivian saunters towards me with the biggest grin on her face, but its not her scent I pick up because other than her make up she had no real scent, its my half sisters. Irina was here, somewhere and I had to see her even if it was from afar. Vivian runs forward and embraces me, pressing her lips to my face leaving a sweet sticky residue behind, she wreaked more of makeup
Irina’s POV As soon as I am out the doors I run, pushing one foot in front of the other until the school is a tiny dot in the distance. Today hadn’t been as bad as it could have been with Vivian, I knew she saw me but maybe having her fiancé there was what stopped her. But, I could not get her evil grin out of my head, it was more sadistic than usual and in some ways I was glad Damien was there, just to stop her from torturing me for one day even if his scent was intoxicating His scent! I didn’t understand why it was so strong around me??, surely others could smell it too. Is that why the other girls threw themselves at him. I come to a halt as I remember what my mother used to tell me. All the stories growing up she had told me that the day I find my mate, I would be overcome by a scent, a scent that only I could smell, a scent that called my wolf to his and vice versa. Surely it couldn’t be possible, he was my half brother, we shared the same father, we wer
Damien’s POV I was disappointed when she declined the lift although as we drove away, Vivian gave me the third degree, accusing me of flirting with other girls and how I did not really love her. She was not wrong, but I was not going to tell her that yet. Driving up to her house, she whispers by my ear: "You know, I'm going to be home alone till dinner time". I know what she wants, she is waiting for sex. She has been asking since the day we got engaged, but I kept refusing her, telling her that we had to wait until we were married. I believe she has tried everything she could to try and lure me into sex. I admit she was attractive but something had me holding off, like my body knew she was not the one. I pushed her away, watching her disappear into her house angrily with a huge 'bang' of the front door. I felt relieved deep down in my heart. As I turned the car around, I head back in the direction where Irina had been walking. She was nowhere
Irina’s POV I couldn’t believe he was so easily willing to give up on his fiancée. They were perfect for each other! But as he watched me from the forest, I felt seen. It was an odd feeling, like he knew me better than anyone else, he knew Vivian had done something horrible to me. Even my own mother didn’t know I had a five inch scar on my hip from her. The way he asked me what she had done to me, he was concerned almost worried but he doesn’t push it and instead he let go of me. Inside my home, my fath… my Alpha had gone, my mother was sat at the kitchen table in tears, crumbled up tissues littered the table. “Why didn’t you tell me mom?” She looks up at me, dabbing her eyes with another tissue “Alpha is not my father, his old Beta was” “You heard” I nod my head and sit at the table opposite her, holding back the tears, I reach for her hand “You are an Alpha’s daughter?” She nods her head. “The
Damien's POV I could scent Irina before I saw her with my fiancee and I wondered why she had wandered so far this way, her house was on the very outskirts of the pack land. It was only as I looked out the window I saw Vivian wind her fingers into Irina’s hair. I don’t know why, but I just did not expect Vivian to be so cruel, so vindictive to those that would one day look up to her. They all hang their heads as I pace in front of them just inside the packhouse “Baby, please listen” Vivian begs me, trying to grasp my arm, but I didn’t want her to touch me, there was only one person I was willing to get close enough with and that was Irina “ENOUGH” I snap at all four of them “What do you think you were doing?” Vivian rolls her eyes, trying to change tactics “Come on ba
Irina’s POV He was going to be made Alpha tomorrow! I thought I had more time, I thought I would be able to leave the pack before then, but now, now he would be able to get in my head whenever he wanted and that was going to make it more difficult to push him away. Rejection was not an option. As an Alpha he could mark me against my will and I definitely did not want that. But if I could make myself less interesting, then maybe he would give up on me. “The whole pack will be there won’t they?” It was more of a statement to myself than a question. Obviously everyone would be there, it was a handover of power. Sometimes even neighbouring packs would be welcome. Maybe I could leave with them without anyone seeing me. “Yes”