Becoming the Alpha's Pawn

The minute I walk through the door, I feel it, the toxic waves of hatred radiating from them. Perspiration dampens my underarms as I come to a stop in front of the room, my face a cold, ungiving mask. I might be here to beg for help but I'm not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me weep."The alpha will be here in a few minutes". The gamma who had led me into the room whispers into my ear, leaning in as close as she can manage. So far, she's been the warmest of them all….and she's far from warm. If the pack members are like this, I can only imagine what the alpha is like. The thought is barely through my head when the announcer's voice blares through the room. "The alpha arrives!!!!". She announces. All around me, the pack members quickly rise to their feet, heads bowed in respect. I do the same, my heart thudding in my chest nervously. And even though I can't see him, I feel it the moment he enters the room.It starts out as a dull sense of awareness at first, and then in

My heart sinks to my feet as we drive into Silver Glow territory. This is really happening. I've spent the last five days in a haze, my days passing in a blur as I prepared to leave. Each day, I waited for a messenger to bring a message informing me that he was no longer interested and wanted to terminate the bond….it never came."Are you nervous?". I jerk at the sound of my father's voice from beside me. He decided to travel with me for this trip and I don't know how I feel about that. I can't seem to erase the look of horror on his face when I had brought back our copy of the agreement. He hadn't even been aware that I went to Silver Glow for help…..because it was Mama who had sent me."What have you done, mi amor?". He had asked, his blood stained fingers trembling as he gripped the paper tightly. And I had said nothing. I might have made a bad decision, but at least my family and pack were safe….the only thing that mattered.When he had said he'd follow me on this trip today, I ha

"I think I'm done here".Draaven's hand comes to rest on my arm and I stiffen. Everyone in the hall is suddenly even more engrossed in our exchange and I have to remind myself not to give away too much, not to feed the prowling eyes of these vultures."I have an announcement to make after dinner. You should probably stay back for that". He chose the right set of words to make himself look good but underneath all that faux sweetness, I hear the hardness in his voice. He's not giving me an option here. I have to stay back. With my heart thundering in my chest, I sit back down, clenching my fists by my side as I resist the urge to punch something. Once I'm seated, most of the people go back to their meal, with only a few still stealing glances. I lean back against my seat and fold my hands on my lap. This night couldn't possibly go slower, I can't wait for all of this to be over.Shutting out the noise around me, I sink into my own thoughts as the chatter continues. Even when dessert is

That night, I'm informed that I'll be having dinner with the Venturas, all of them. I'm not exactly sure how many they are supposed to be but I'm very nervous at the idea of meeting them. Not sure what the setting will be like, we decide to go for a semi formal look, pulling my long hair up into a ponytail and throwing on a pair of casual two-piece. "How did you find your first lessons, Luna?". Anna asks as she works on my hair from behind in the mirror. The history class had practically lasted forever with the sharp eyed woman drawling on and on about their own warped versions of history. Half of the class was me resisting the urge to scream "that's not what I was taught". But what did I expect though? As they say, no one is a villian in their own versions of the truth.The Internal Affairs lesson….when I had heard I'd be learning my duties as a Luna, I definitely didn't expect to be taught the numerous ways to pleasure a grown man in bed. My shock had been inexplicable as I listene

I aim at the bull's eye and fire. I miss…..of course. Archery has never been my forte, and more so when I'm agitated. All through the meeting with the event planners, I had been detached, my mind uneasy and restless. The planning team had been a group of three, very excited, very chatty women whom I had left scandalized by my request to wear a red dress for the wedding and coronation. Of course, they hadn't agreed, discussing reasons why I shouldn't like it's a world war I'm about to start. I yielded in the end because even though, they were not direct about it, they insinuated that they'd lose their jobs and possibly their heads if they dressed me in something like that. We had proceeded to go over the little details, decor, food, cake and drink flavours. All the little things I'd have probably been excited to discuss if circumstances were different and this was a wedding I was actually looking forward to. When the meeting ended, I had been more than glad to finally escape their com