Five

Harper's POV

My feet was fixed on the spot and my body wasn't moving even though I wanted to. I stared at Glynn with my heart pounding so fast. Her eyes bored into mine and her arms were still crossed in that typical no-nonsense Glynndon way. My head was spinning, searching for whatever excuse in the world but she already looked like she was not going to buy whatever I was about to say.

"Your heart is beating fast like crazy and your mind is all juggled up, which means one thing, you're feeling guilty. So I ask you again, Harp, what were you doing in Alpha Damon's room?" Glynn repeated, her voice was low but sharp.

"Damn, Glynn, can you lower your voice please??" I hushed her as I glanced around me, making sure no one else heard that I was in Damon's room.

"Just answer the damn question." She replied, still boring her eyes into mine. Glynndon, as stubborn as ever.

I swallowed hard, my mind wasn't coming up with anything reasonable and Glynn wasn't giving up and there was no way I would tell any soul that I almost slept with the new Alpha who happens to be my stepbrother. Not even my best friend. 

So I denied it altogether. 

"I.... I wasn't in his room, Glynn. What are you talking about?" I hope the blank look I put on, actually looked blank because that was my best.

Glynn's eyebrows shot up, she uncrossed her arms and stepped closer. "Harp, seriously? I saw you bolt out of there like something was chasing you, are you saying I'm hallucinating? Your hair is a mess, your shirt is untucked and...." She paused and narrowed her eyes. "I hope it's not what I'm thinking, Harp... you know the rules, right? If you're caught, it's death penalty and---" 

"I know the rules, Glynn...."

"And he's your stepbrother."

My cheeks burned with shame hearing Glynn point it out, she was right, I must have lost my mind for a moment.

"Nothing.... it's not what you think, I promise. I wasn't.... we weren't.... I think Damon killed Tristan."

Glynn froze in shock and her mouth opened and closed several times before she finally said something, "What?! Harper, that's.... that's crazy. Alpha Damon? Kill your mate? Why would he want to---"

"Shh!" I clamped a hand over her mouth as I glanced back at the pack house. I could swear I saw a shadow move behind us. Or was I just being paranoid? 

"Keep your voice down. I smelled Tristan on him, Glynn. Earthy, pine and metallic, Tristan's scent." I grabbed Glynn's hands and held them in mine. "Why else would I smell Tristan on Damon? Tristan was an omega, he wouldn't have had anything to do with a powerful wolf like Damon. And remember I told you the police said it couldn't have been a rogue, that it was someone more powerful. Someone like an Alpha." 

Glynn peeled her hand away from mine, her eyes were widened with a mix of disbelief and fear, "Okay, slow down. You're freaking out. Maybe it's a coincidence? Tristan's scent could have rubbed off him in any way possible. And why would he even kill Tristan?? No offense but the guy was literally a nobody."

I took no offense to her last statement, Glynn was blunt and painfully honest like that, and that was by the way.

"No offense taken. But think about it. For Damon to be crowned as Alpha, he needed a mateless wolf. Me. Tristan was my mate and if he was alive, I wouldn't be mateless, so he had to kill him to become Alpha."

Glynn bit her lip, she still wasn't believing my words, "But... murder? That's a huge accusation, Harp. What if you're wrong? What if you're just overthinking this? You will have yourself as Damon's target, all for nothing."

I groaned, running a hand through my tangled hair, "But what if I'm not wrong? We don't even know the guy, we don't know where he came from, he just appeared from nowhere and became Alpha of our pack. He just came and...." 

I trailed off when I realized that I was starting to involve my personal emotions. Ever since the day Damon stepped into our pack, life has never remained the same for me. He even has me developing feelings for my stepbrother. 

All my emotions being juggled up must have been felt by Glynn's wolf because her expression softened and she let out a soft sigh, "Okay, breathe. We need proof. We can't just accuse the Alpha without concrete evidence, that's literally suicide. Remember what your father did to Mateo last year."

Of course I remember vividly like it happened yesterday. Mateo who was the Beta accused my father, former Alpha Collins, of killing his twin sister Matilda, nobody believed him and he was exiled from the pack. He went from being a Beta to a rogue in one night.

I subconsciously shuddered in fear after recalling the horrific events, even though Mateo wrongly accused my father, I still feel pity for him. He was a good person.

Glynn continued, "I don't know much about Alpha Damon but he looks like he would be ten times more ruthless than the former Alpha so we need to tread carefully. But if truly Damon was involved in Tristan's death, he will not get away with it."

"Who will not get away with what?" 

I jumped at the sound of another voice while Glynn calmly turned around, her hand shifted to claws instinctively and she placed her other hand in front of me protectively.

A figure emerged from the shadows, it was Lila, one of the pack's gossips. Her blue eyes were gleaming with mischief. 

"Lila? What the hell are you doing here?" I blurted, while searching her face for any sign that she had been eavesdropping. 

I found none.

"I belong to this pack, Harper, in case you forgot." Lila replied sarcastically. "So what are we talking about? Who will not get away with what?" 

Glynn drew her claws and showed it to Lila with a scowl, "Why don't you fuck all the way off, you stupid ass gossip??" 

"Damn, Glynndon." She looked scared and intimidated but played it off with a dry chuckle, "You don't want to share the juicy deets? Fine then, gosh." And then she ran off into the dark.

"I swear to the moon goddess, one day, I will wring that girl's fucking neck." Glynn growled, still looking visibly pissed. Her short temper, sometimes.

I placed my hand on hers and gently brought it down, "It's okay. Let's go."

We returned to our respective rooms and I must have been so exhausted from the crazy events of the night because I drifted off to sleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

The next time my eyes opened was to a loud banging on my door.

"What the hell?" I muttered with a sleepy voice and checked the time, it was fifteen minutes past six in the morning. 

"Just break down the door!" I heard a voice shout angrily from the other side of the door.

Before I could fully process what was going on, my door was down on the floor with a loud bang and four men, all members of our pack, rushed into my room. 

My eyes widened in shock and I flew out of bed, "What the fuck?! What is going on?!!"  

Nobody responded, they were all too busy ransacking my room and turning it upside down. 

"Hey! What the hell is going on?! What are you doing?!" I screamed in both anger and confusion, and the moment I rushed to hold one of the men, another one grabbed my arm and held me to the ground.

"Let go of me! Let go!!"

"I found it!" One man shouted from one corner if my room.

Found what?

My eyes followed where the announcement came from and I saw the man holding a shirt. A blood stained shirt.

Where the fuck did that come from?

Wait, that shirt looks familiar.....

"I knew it, I knew that bitch killed Tristan!" A voice spat angrily. 

Right! That was Tristan's shirt.

Wait what?