This past week has been hectic as hell. After getting challenged; killing two people I was practically raised by and getting my nose fixed, I got started on my Alpha duties. The following day we had a ceremony officially making Vitali, Tyson and Chris my Beta, Gamma, and Delta. It went off without a hitch and the transition process for the most part has been pretty smooth.
We then had a small funeral for Beta Declan and Saree, to which very few showed up to. Since then we’ve been in meetings each day going over pack paperwork and evaluating the current state of the pack and discussing what changes – If any – we’d like to make.
Tyson has begun implementing his new training regime which everyone seems to be loving so far. As the Gamma, his job is to oversee the training of pack members, our warriors and handle overall pack security. His father wasn’t thrilled about him making changes to the training routine of the pack, but once he saw it in action, the pride was all o
Who do we think sent the threat? Is it someone we know or someone yet to be revealed?
We’re one week away from the Vernal Ball and there has already been another threat mailed to me since then. A generous offer of ‘Give up now and I’ll let you live.’ It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. As wolves we’re no strangers to violence, when someone wants to pick a fight, we fight. But this person wants to toy with me first, try and get in my head, make me paranoid. Can’t say it’s working. I’m not scared and I’m definitely not paranoid, in fact, I’m grateful for the letters and I look forward to the next one. Each letter I receive tells me a bit more about my invisible enemy. In the first letter, they made sure to refer to me by my name but never call me Alpha directly. This is a blatant form of disrespect among wolves and is enough to start a feud, so this tells me they do not see me as a real Alpha. They want my pack, so that means they’re power-hungry. The fact they offered to spare me if I hand over my pack denotes arrogance; they think they’re doing
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my closet I look over every inch of myself repeatedly. I can’t remember the last time I was this nervous. Right now, the urge to throw up is extremely high. Tonight is the night of the Vernal Ball and I have been working tirelessly to make sure everything is perfect. Mum and Evalyn took over for a bit so I could come upstairs and get ready and now I’m just trying to steel myself to go downstairs. For tonight I wanted to look my best, so I’ve done light makeup going for a natural look. My blonde hair has been styled in curls and pinned into an elegant up-do, with moonstone clips decorating my curls. My dress is probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever put on my body. The dress has a sheer high neck at the front with a V-cut in the back and is adorned with black sequined patterns scattered over the sheer fabric. It moves down into a sweetheart bust with a dark green bodice adorned with black sequin patterns. The bodice
The intoxicating scent is flooding my senses and I can barely focus. My feet start moving of their own accord in search of the source. I move past a few people and that’s when I see him. At that moment it was like time stopped. All sights and sounds had funnelled out and all I can see is him. “ANIMAI! HE’S OUR ANIMAI!” Zara starts screaming in my head like a foghorn. She didn’t have to say it. I knew it as soon as I smelt him. He looks… there are no words to describe him. He is positively the most gorgeous man to ever walk the face of this earth. He’s 6’5”, with luscious shoulder-length black hair that I desperately want to run my fingers through. He has deeply tanned skin and his green/brown eyes – that reminds me of the forest in spring – are glowing brightly as he stares at me. I think I’ve stopped breathing. He’s inhumanly gorgeous. He has a wide jaw, a full but pointed nose and plump lips that I want to devour nestled among a neat short
I’ve never wanted to go to these events. I’ve always been more than happy to stay at the pack and tend to business. Anything that gets me out of going to one of these stupid balls. It’s like the mutolupus version of speed-dating if you ask me. A bunch of singles coming together, moving around a big room hoping to find a partner and if you don’t find them you leave feeling like shit. Not my idea of a fun time. I’d love to find my animai, I’m twenty-four now and while I enjoy casual hookups, they don’t satisfy that empty feeling that can only be filled by your soulmate. Yet, I still don’t like going to these events, call me stubborn. We’re sitting in the Peugeot Traveller on our way to the Invictus Pack for the yearly Vernal Ball. It’s their turn to host this year. In our car are two warriors riding up front then me, my Alpha Jasper, and my Luna Isabelle in the back. It’s an eight-seater, two seats up front, six in the back with three seats facing front and three seats
Amelia is on her feet before I can even register what’s going on. Just then a guy in a maroon tux appears in the doorway. “Amelia hurry! It’s Jennifer!” he shouts, his features a mix of anger and fear. I immediately stand up. Has something happened to one of Amelia’s friends? “I’m sorry, I have to handle this,” she tells me and before I can even blink she’s gone back into the hall. I wish she had waited for me, but I can tell this was an emergency. I follow her scent and find her on the floor tending to a young woman while the guests surround them. The poor girl looks sickly pale, and her heartbeat is dangerously slow. “What happened?” Amelia asks looking at a young man who looks scared shitless. “I…I rejected her…” he says quietly, looking down in shame. Several people around him gasp, but I’m surprised when a number of them growl furiously in his direction. I mean, rejection is a dick thing to do, but it’s his choice. “Silence!” she
Last night was the worst night sleep I have ever had. Well, I guess I can only say that if I actually slept, which I didn’t. How did the best night of my life turn into the worst so quickly? Over the years I’ve heard all the derogatory and condescending comments about me being an Alpha and I’ve taken them all in stride. But having to hear them come from my own soulmate; the person made for me; the person who was meant to love and support me unconditionally was like being cut open with a silver blade. Every word he spoke cut deeper and deeper. When he disrespected me so blatantly in front of not just my pack but several other packs as well it took all my self-control not to put him in his place. But I didn’t want people to see me being so affected by his words. Zara was devastated. Watching and hearing her whimper in my mind while our own soulmate degraded us broke my heart. I have no idea what today will bring. I know I have a lot of things I need to handle, so I’ll focus on those a
After I finish my meeting with Alpha Lucas I leave the packhouse and drive to Jennifer’s house to check in with the nurse on duty to see how she’s doing. I felt some relief when I saw colour in her cheeks and heard a steady heartbeat. The nurse informed me Jennifer had woken up a couple hours ago but became distressed and was in physical pain, so she was sedated again. The nurses' alternating shifts may have to do this over the next few days. I know when she comes to, she and her wolf spirit will have to process this, but hopefully, by then my plans to repair the situation will be in effect. Once that’s done I check in on a few of the local businesses to see how things are doing around town. Most packs really are just their own isolated town or village unless you’re the kind of pack that is more rustic and lives off the land. So think of an Alpha as like the mayor, it comes with a lot of responsibilities. I’m so proud of our pack, we are a thriving little metropolis
I’m still smiling and shaking my head as I resume going through the mail, stopping on a white envelope with my name scrawled on the front. Just what I need today, another letter from my invisible enemy. Before I even open it I link Chris and Vitali to come to my office. I tell Tyson there’s another letter and that I’ll fill him in later. Looking over I see Chris excuse himself from Marcus and quickly shoot out of his chair and rush over to me. I nod for him to go on ahead while my eyes linger on the eyes of my animai. Those beautiful eyes that I got lost in last night, eyes that for a short time held so much adoration for me. How quickly they had turned into something harsh and hurtful. Now their forest depths look at me with confusion and a great deal of concern. His concern makes my heart skip a beat. He stands up as if to come over, but I shake my head. I mouth ‘later’, and he looks torn and frustrated on what to do but ultimately he nods in agreement. I have to handle th