Her Motivator

"I'm sorry, Alpha...I just...wanted to help. I didn't want the pack to get into trouble..."

Alpha Cole paced his living room, his jaw ticking in fury, his muscles bulging with each step he took.

Surprisingly, it was where he had taken me, not a cold cell or the stake.

"I....I'm sorry..."

I hated disappointing the one person who had saved me multiple times.

"If you wanted to fucking help, you should have focused on your training. What do you think would have happened tonight if you had succeeded?"

My throat was dry and I struggled to keep tears off my eyes.

He stopped pacing, taking a deep breath, a growl tearing from his throat.

Then he took the seat beside me, his voice calmer.

"I am really curious about what goes on in your head. Is this trauma from everything? Do you need to talk to the pack psychiatrist?"

What?

I was traumatised from Konstantine laying his hands on me, but it always came in form of suffocation at night when I was unable to breathe.

And those time