* * * Alpha Charles’s POV * * *
* * Four Years After the Betrayal * *I’ve spent years looking over these damn maps. The child has to be out there somewhere, but no matter where I search, I always come home empty handed. ‘Perhaps if you allowed us to spend time with our mate, you wouldn’t feel this way,’ David tells me.‘Enough with this shit. I don’t want our mate, when will you ever learn?’‘Never. Someone is coming.’ The sound of someone knocking at my door has me looking up from my desk.“Yes!” I call out.The door edges open and Ralph peeks around the frame, “Sorry to interrupt you, may I come in, Alpha?” He asks.“Yes, of course,” I answer. I don’t want him disturbing me, but I know I’m lucky to have a Beta who does as he’s told without questions asked.“Is there anywhere else to search?” He asks when he notices the maps on the desk as he approaches.“A few places, perhaps. What is the purpose of your visit?”“Sir, I’ve come to discuss the she-wolves that we brought back from the Coral Lake pack,” he tells me.“What about them?“ I question.“Six have turned 18 years old during the last few months, they aren’t mates to our pack members and they haven’t displayed any signs of being the child of prophecy, sir,” he tells me.“Is that the last of the ones we brought back?” I ask.“No, sir. There are two more that are very young still, but they are runts. There’s no chance of them being the child you’re searching for.”“Maybe so, but until they turn 18 years old we can’t be certain. We keep them and continue our search,” I instruct him.“And what of the ones that have turned 18, sir?”“Gather them, I’d like to inspect them, take them to the dungeons and I’ll be there in an hour,” I command.“Yes, sir.”‘And what if you never find the child? You are wasting our life away in this pointless search,’ David challenges me.‘Enough. The child will be mine. I will have her power, I will be the Alpha King.’‘Yes, but what if the child is already dead?’‘Stop questioning me, or you’ll never be with your mate again,’ I snap at him.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *A guard opens the door to the dungeon, his gaze cast to the floor. My pack knows better than to look me in the eyes. As I step through the door. The stench of stale piss, shit, vomit and sweat threatens to bring up my stomach contents. I can see why they’ve requested several times to have cleaners down here.I can tell which cell the girls are in by the sound of pathetic sobs travelling down the hallway. “You will stop this nonsense immediately!” I bark at them as I stop in front of their cell.“You, what’s your name?” I ask firmly, pointing at a black haired young woman.“Elsie, sir,” she answers me.“Are you the child of prophecy?”“No.”“Is the child of prophecy here?” I demand.“No.”“Do you know these girls from your pack?”“Yes!”She’s lying. I know some of these are from the Royal pack. Time for a different approach.“Now that you’re 18 years old, you must swear into the pack. Approach the cell door and put your hand through the bars,” I tell her, an idea forming in my mind.“Now repeat after me. I Elsie of state your pack. Denounce all bonds and ties to the state your pack,” I instruct her as I slice her palm.“I, Elsie of the Coral Lake pack, denounce all bonds and ties to the Coral Lake pack,” she repeats.“I pledge my loyalty and servitude to the Mountain View pack. I promise to put the pack before my own life and swear to obey my Alpha,” I instruct the last of the pledge and wait for her to repeat.I feel her awareness enter the pack link. Now I will be able to Alpha order her to reveal the identity of the others and point out the child of prophecy.“Elsie, are you the child of prophecy?” I ask her as I push my Alpha aura at her. She has no choice but to be truthful, she’s too weak to resist and Alpha command.“No, sir,” she replies.She’s telling the truth.“Is the child of prophecy here?” I demand, again pushing my aura at her.“No, sir,” she whimpers, dropping to her knees. The force of the Alpha aura is too strong for her to remain standing.“And what of the younger two?”“I don’t know.”“You must know. They are your pack!”“They were but children when we were taken. I was a teenager, I was never around the nursery to recognise any of the pups,” she tells me. Again she’s telling the truth.“Then I have no use for any of you,” I tell her and turn my back on her. “Get rid of them!” I command Ralph.“Alpha, I am a member of your pack now! I’m to be afforded the same rights as all pack members and to receive my Alpha’s protection!”Damn, she’s good.“All pack members must be useful. As none of you are mates to my male pack members and you refuse to be whores. You will be disposed of. That is all,” I tell them and walk away from the cell.“What shall I do with them, sir?” Ralph asks me.“See if they require any more test subjects at the Nights Watch, see if the human hunters require any more trophies, and if all else fails - kill them,” I answer him. They’ve cost me far too much time and money already. It’s time for them to go.“Ok, Sir. I will get rid of them,” he says with a nod of his head.‘11 down and two to go. I’ll soon have my answer. In the meantime, I will keep searching for the child,’ I think to myself.‘Just give it up Charles, you have wasted over half of our life with this obsession. It’s time we lived,’ David tries to reason with me.‘Give it a rest and go away. I don’t need you right now,’ I bark at him and force him to the back of my mind.* * * Nellie’s POV * * *From the punch to the erosion of self-esteem over time, domestic abuse can either come fast or act as a dimmer switch. Nellie was ashamed that she had never gotten out of her situation. It had almost killed her on several occasions. She was an emotionally dependent sort and had never been on her own before. But once you have kids, they are your priority. They have to be. You try to get out and make a new life, a better one, and become their role model. If you don't want your kids to put up with the same... neither can you... otherwise they most likely will... because people often subconsciously seek what they grew up with, even if it's harmful. That is why she had tried to escape over the years and that is why she had written for help from her parents. There were nights when she knew Max would lie in his bed listening to the sound of fighting. Her, his mother would shout and cry, begging to be released from this living hell, his father would begin laying int
* * * Max Aged Three * * * If Nellie was a house, it was built out of love, and the floor is her faith in who she is. Robert’s cynicism ate away at the walls and hit the floor until one day it cracked. The perfect house everyone knew and loved, fell completely. Recovery was the biggest challenge she had ever achieved, and only possible because she loved her son, the community and nature. She worked to rebuild her house, a brick at a time; she put in new floors and polished them to a homely brown. There are times she still finds that there is a brick missing here and there, or perhaps the floor needs bringing back to a shine, but she made it. She was determined to make it for her son.She had tried reaching out to her family and to Harrison. But to no avail, so far. But she wouldn’t give up. Once Max was down for his nap, she found her writing journal and began writing again.‘Mama and Papa,It’s been just over three years since I last saw your faces, and almost three years since I’v
* * * Nellie Aged 13 * * * “But Dad, what if I get bullied at the new school too? Please keep me home. Teach me here.” Nellie whined. “Sweetheart, you have to go to school. King Arthur promised that the teachers would look out for you here,” her father reassured her. “But what if they do bully me?” she fretted. “Then we go to speak to the King; it will be fine, I promise,” her father soothed her. It was her first day at the Lycan High School that resided within the Lycan kingdom. She had spent all night tossing and turning, wondering if the Lycans there would accept her. The last two years at her previous school had been miserable. The school was mixed with humans and Lycans. The humans were unaware that creatures of fantasy existed and shared their classrooms and halls. She had not bonded with the humans, and the Lycans had ridiculed her and kept calling her a dog, which was their way of insulting werewolves. It hadn’t bothered her to be called a dog; what bothered her was that
* * * Eve’s POV * * ** * * One Month Later * * * The final decision has been made. Max and I will accept the offer of the Gods and transcend into Demigods. We will live as immortals for an eternity, setting up the academy and keeping the peace. We’ve travelled with the gifted; Cherokee and Isla, Joe, Jasper and Sarah and little Theia, who will be approved to transcend. Our ceremony will be held in a few weeks. We will transcend and become Demigods. After that, we will only be able to visit our loved ones during the solstice. Otherwise, the only entry to Earth permitted is on a peacekeeping mission. I find myself thankful that the Moon Goddess had delayed us having children. I wouldn’t be able to accept this path if it meant only seeing my blood twice a year. It’s been a peaceful car journey and has only taken us an hour. The Gods will meet us within the castle to show us how the portal works. As we approach, the castle looks to be in ruins. Magnificent. But ruins all the same. The
* * * Eve’s POV * * * Zeus walks away from me to turn his attention to the hunters. “You humans will listen to me. I didn’t create your lives, to be disrespected by you. You will stop your violence and hunting and learn to live in peace,” his voice bellows across the battleground. Half of the humans drop their weapons and kneel before the God who granted them life. This is an historical day, and I’m certain it’ll be spoken about for generations to come. “And if we chose not to?” A hunter challenges.“Amos Clark, I would have predicted a life of peace for you after your upbringing. Seeing daily violence from the customers of your crackhead mother. Your life changed for the better when your mother was fated to be the second chance mate of Beta Thomas of the Blue Ridge pack. He helped her to be free of the drugs and to become the mother you needed. He gave you a home, an education and a family, and yet here you are openly killing the kind that saved you,” Zeus says knowingly.“That fi
* * * Eve’s POV * * ** * * The Final Decision * * *My heart shatters, my soul is crumbling, and I feel empty while floating in the abyss. There’s a hole in my chest, and I want to die. I want to end my existence so that I can reunite with him again. It was never meant to be him; the Moon Goddess said we would have lots of babies. She lied. The biochemical impact and bodily stress of heartache is an actual injury that one never truly recovers from. I will never recover from this injury and loss. “My child, I did not lie to you,” a voice filled with sadness rings out around the darkness. “You said we would have children. YOU LIED,” I cry. I know she’s the almighty and our object of worship, but right now, I hate her. She chose Max’s fate; she planned to cause me this pain.“No. Max deviated from his predestined path. That’s something I’ve never seen before. He was never meant to die.”“Please just kill me. I don’t want to live in a world without him.”“My dear, you don’t need to liv