ALPHA TERROR

Clarissa POVI looked through the window and listened to make sure no one was coming. I quickly gathered a few of my belongings, threw them in the bag, and quickly made a run for them.The moon goddess knew why he gave me this opportunity to escape this hell hole, and I will use it effectively. I practically ran down the stairs, grateful for my strength and stamina, even though I was only five feet tall.The building was a four-story building that was painted gold and purple, for reasons best known to Alpha Clay.Once I got to the last stairs, I paused and waited to hear the movement of the guards. My stepfather stationed guards to make sure I didn't go anywhere since he just brought me out of the prison cell where he locked me after I fought with Miranda because she spit in my food. It was like riding a rollercoaster living with my family, from starvation to humiliation because I was much smarter than her daughter and more beautiful, like the pack members

I was shocked to the marrow; everyone was looking at me. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I could feel Stephan's brother smirking at that asshole. I imagined that I would be dragged outside and probably shot to death or even killed for throwing up on the almighty Alpha. The whole place was as silent as a graveyard.I wanted to cry out of fear of what would happen to me. I opened my mouth to plead for mercy when a blow landed on my face. I fell as blood oozed from my lips. I looked up at the person who landed the blow on me.It was no other person but my mother; she grabbed my hair and cursed at me. "You insolent, stupid, useless child, when will you ever learn to behave? I should take you out and have your tongue cut out for your insolence."she said as she grabbed my chin and squeezed with force.She kneeled to apologize out of fear, as did everybody, for they did not know what their faith would be with what I did.I heard her say, "I am sorry for the disgrace, A

I stood there shocked, forcing my brain to process what was happening.I turned to look at the face of my tormentor, the one who made me question whether I deserved to live.I was too mortified to speak.It is written on her face that she is enjoying this; she has a smirk on her face, and I want nothing more than to wipe the smirk off her face.In my mind, I tried processing what brought her here.I was curious to know what her mission here is.Did Clay send her? Are they trying to monitor my movement?I wanted answers to the questions on my mind.Let's find out what this witch wanted.I cleared my throat and asked the one question that was on my mind. "What are you doing here? Why are you here?""Did Dad send you? Was it mom?""You mean, my dad? It seems that you are confused about who your father is Clarissa. I don't blame you, poor Clarissa, born out of wedlock, without her daddy," she taunted in her baby-like voice, a voice that I loathed so much."For all you know, he might be a

I tried tiptoeing away, but his demanding voice stopped me."Pup, I know you are there, I can sense and smell you."Busted, I thought. I quickly pushed in the wicked witch.We stood in their presence."Why are you here?" the Gamma, William asked." You know that this area is restricted when we are having a meeting."I decided to play it smart.I refused to say anything."I am talking to you, Luna."I feign ignorance, "Oh I thought you were talking to my dear sister, I did not know you were addressing me."From his expression, I could tell that my answer made him angry.He was about to say something when Stephan cut him off."Pup, why are you both here?" he asked.We looked at each other, I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was distressedIt is time to put my acting skills to the test.I put on my face the expression of someone distressed," Alpha, I wanted to speak to my sister on something important."" I went to their quarter to look for her, I was told that after she re

In a hidden warehouse very close to The forest.The place is a huge warehouse hidden, deep in the forest.It is painted to blend with the color of the forest to keep people away from it.About ten guards were surrounding the cells built in that warehouse.You could hear the zapping of the electricity and voices groaning in pain. Their leader is a man in his mid-fifties with full white hair and a deep scar on his cheek and eyes.He had a pointed nose and a round face; there was a glint in his blue eyes, depicting mischief.You could tell from his face that he was once a handsome-looking wolf, not that he is not handsome now.He moved closer to their cell with a full grin on his face.He examined what was in the cell.There were about seven people in each cell.A young boy of sixteen years is seen in the cell.His hands and feet are folded, covering his face.His expression showed that he was afraid; he was also shaking from the cold.The man asked one of the guards:"Any improvement f