It won't get much better than this, I said to my mirror. My face was little and in the shape of a love heart, with big, round eyes and small features. I detested those darn freckles, which covered almost every inch of my face. The freckles were still noticeable even on my dark Latin skin. Although in a twelve-year-old way, I was cute.
Roland commanded me to "hurry the fuck up."
My father yelled out at him, "Watch your language, Ro." I rolled my eyes and turned away from my mirror before leaving the room. I strolled alongside my family to the Alpha's home, lagging a little behind while they talked. My dad yelled at me, "Mabella, keep going."
When my parents and I got to the Alpha's house, Alpha Parker invited them to join him in his office for a drink with Alpha Ethan and his Beta. Why don't you go hang out with Caleb, my mum said, "Darling." I rolled my eyes because I didn't like that she was still trying to persuade herself that I would be Caleb's mate.
I rolled my eyes when they went into the study and left me alone. Caleb called out as he descended the stairs, "Hey Mabella."
I corrected him, "My name is May." I followed him grudgingly as he entered the lounge after giving me a nod. There were three unknown wolves inside. Caleb sat down in the living room and grinned at them. It was clear that the three men belonged to the Equinox Pack.
One of them smiled at me and said, "Hey kid, is this your girlfriend?"
I laughed, "No.
May is the daughter of the Beta, Caleb said. However, I think we'll get along. We'll see when we Shift, he said with a shrug.
I mumbled under my breath, "Unlikely, dick."
"What?" By Caleb.
I was able to say, "I want a drink," and as soon as they heard me, I observed the three men grinning. "Let me get a drink," you say. I went into the kitchen as I turned away from Caleb and the three unidentified Wolves.
I looked out the window from where I was standing in the kitchen. A man was on his phone on the porch outside. There aren't enough words to express how wonderful he was. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and was tall. His black t-shirt was too small for his broad arms, and his blue pants hung low on his lips. He had muscles all over his body and was bigger than most males. I muttered, "Wow."
I had never had a crush before, but I did at that very moment.
Behind me, someone said, "That's Seth." I yelled in disbelief as I whirled around, veering away from the attractive man and toward one of the unidentified Wolves.
"I...um...what?" I enquired while turning as red as a tomato. The Wolf laughed at me while smirking. His ash-colored hair was tucked back into a little bun at the back of his head, highlighting his golden skin. He was handsome, but nothing in comparison to the man outside.
He mocked, "I mentioned that Seth is the name of the guy you were eye raping. He is my Alpha.
Alpha Ethan, is it you? Shockingly, I questioned.
He laughed and said, "Yep, that's him. He was gone when I turned to look out the window again. Once more, the unnamed Wolf chuckled at me. "He's getting on your age, kid," He made a mess of my hair, which made me glare at him, then he opened the refrigerator and looked inside. You desire a coke.
"Sure," I mumbled. Before kicking the refrigerator shut, he withdrew a second can and gave it to me. Which is your name?
I'm the third in command, Dean," he grinned.
I mumbled, "Cool.
Despite the fact that I didn't want to be sarcastic, he smirked at me and asked, "You don't really find that cool do you?"
I replied directly, "No, I really don't give a shit." He chuckled haltingly at me.
Dean smirked at me and said, "I dig that you use bad language, kid." Before ignoring him, I simply gave him a glance. He accompanied me back into the living room, where I took a seat next to Caleb. Right, kid, these are Jenson and Ollie," Dean said, introducing me to the other Wolves: Ollie, a dark-skinned man with excellent looks, and Jenson, a blonde with great eyes. Quite beautiful, yet not as attractive as his Alpha.
This is May, guys. She's a feisty young girl who has feelings for Seth.
I snarled at Dean, blushing and the others laughing at me, "I do not have 'a thing' for your Alpha."
He wondered, "So why else were you staring at him like a stalker?" Though I was ashamed, I succumbed to his bait despite knowing he was trying to get a rise out of me.
I snarled back, telling a plain falsehood, "Because I observed a strange Wolf in my territory and I was curious who he was.
Dean said mockingly, "Sure.
Caleb said, "Mabella," and I rolled my eyes.
Through gritted teeth, I corrected him, "May." "My name is May," you idiot. Ollie and Jenson lifted their eyebrows in surprise at my vulgarity, but Dean simply laughed amusedly.
Your name is Mabella, Caleb countered, "you just prefer to go by May."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Caleb, stop talking." There was simply something about the fourteen-year-old future Alpha that irritated me so badly. I wasn't sure why.
A well-known voice yelled, "Mabella." My father yelled, "I will not put up with that language. I rolled my eyes at him while facing the other way, then I quietly grinned at him.
I only murmured, "I'm sorry, Dad." When I saw that my parents had entered the room with the others, I stood up and so did everyone else. Two more unidentified Wolves were present, although I did recognize one of them because I had seen him outside.
Even more powerful and imposing in person, Alpha Levi Ethan was. Before focusing on me, his brilliant blue eyes scanned the space. He spotted me looking at him, and I slightly flushed. He didn't immediately turn his head, though; instead, I later realized that he was probably checking me out.
Alpha Ethan cut off Alpha Parker's attempt to speak when he opened his mouth. He looked at me, and a snarl broke through the room. He abruptly said, "Mate," to the horror of everyone in the room.
It wasn't a gentle dawn. As like the planet itself knew what was coming, it tore through the sky in ragged crimson and gold streaks. The packhouse was filled with muted growls and the sound of boots on the floor when I woke up. Already, warriors were in motion, prepping, drilling, and inspecting. Sweat and the biting tang of wolf musk mixed with the lingering smell of strain. With his arms folded and his eyes looking everywhere, Ethan stood in the middle of the main hall. Every wolf was drawn to him just by his presence, their discipline almost flawless, their loyalty keen. I sensed the boundaries of the storm, but even now the Alpha contained it in his chest. Through the relationship, I sensed it. He said, without looking at me, "You'll be in charge of the scouts." His voice was forceful, authoritative, and precise. "You must be seen by your pack as more than just my mate." I felt a knot in my stomach. Me? In charge of the scouts? Despite my trembling voice, I squared my shoulders. "
Eventually, the courtyard dispersed, but the Bloodfang messenger's words stuck to me like smoke. union. coalition. Queen. Bile sprang in my throat at its arrogance. Ethan walked quickly inside the packhouse, his jaw clenched. No one dared to slow him down, and the wolves parted swiftly as we went by. Not because I had chosen it, but because he hadn't released his grip since the courtyard, I rushed to be by his side. I was reminded of both anchor and chain by the burning sensation of his palm. We arrived at his workplace. The sound of Ethan slamming the door shut echoed like thunder in the room. He paced back and forth as waves of rage rolled off him. His shoulders were taut, his fists clenched, and he walked like a predator surrounding its prey. His voice was low and deadly as he murmured, "They think they can take what's mine." "They believe they can stand on my property and claim it as their own." I had to keep my voice steady as I leaned on a chair's edge. A provocation occurred. T
Perhaps it was just the shift inside of me, but the air outside the office was cooler than when we had entered. As Ethan led the way down the corridor, his hand briefly touched mine not holding, not claiming, but grounding my heart pounded uneasily. With each step resonating with the weight of what lay ahead, we descended the stairs. There were murmuring in the packhouse. Wolves bowed their heads to Ethan and stepped out of our way. However, their eyes oh, they stared at me. Some squinted with mistrust, while others showed open contempt. A few appeared uncertain and interested. Pretending that their looks didn't make me feel uncomfortable, I raised my chin higher. I refused to act like prey if I was going to stand next to Ethan right now. The night air outside struck me clean and harsh. We could see the courtyard in front of us, the gravel covered in long shadows from the candles. The messenger was there, flanked by two guards. The Bloodfang insignia glowed dark against his coat, but
Thunder was still rumbling in Ethan's office even though the storm outside had long since gone. His hold on my wrist was as firm as iron chains, but it didn't cause any bruises. The packhouse was out of sight as the door closed behind us, leaving just him, me, and the heat from our impact. My back struck his desk's edge. As he bent over me, his eyes blazing and his chest heaving as if he had wrestled that same night, the polished wood sank into my back. With a low, menacing voice, he replied, "You don't get to disappear on me." Despite the fact that my pulse was a rogue drum, I raised my chin and refused to back down. "I didn't vanish. I turned to leave. There is a distinction. "Wwalked off?" He laughed bitterly and sharply. "Mabella, don't leave me alone. Not from your friend. Not from your Alpha. He didn't mean for the words to cut so deeply. My friend. My Alpha. My neck was encircled by two chains that pulled in opposing directions. "You think I'll bend if you throw titles at me?"
Tension was high in the packhouse the next morning. The smell of silver and blood still permeated the air as whispers hummed down the corridors. Warriors moved like shadows; some were hobbling from the battle the night before, while others were brimming with anticipation for the next one. I didn't get much sleep. I always saw Selene's smile when I closed my eyes; it was piercing and perceptive, as if she were ten steps ahead of us. When I entered the battle room, Ethan was already there. The table was covered with our territory's map, which was marked with marks. His jaw was clenched, his shirt sleeves were rolled up, and the coffee fragrance stuck to him like armor. He said, "Sit," without raising his gaze. I raised an eyebrow. "Not much of a welcome in the morning." When he finally turned to face me, his eyes moved over my face as if to confirm that I hadn't vanished over night. "We don't have time to say hello. Today, we set the trap. I was interested in that. "Trap?" He gave the m
Every moment I was at the office made it feel smaller. I was only reminded that the world was still turning and that fights were still being fought without me by the faint murmur of voices and activity in the packhouse beyond the door. I was told to keep put by Ethan. However, Ethan also believed that if I told me something, I would follow through on it. which was untrue, as history had shown. Leaning on his desk, I gazed at the map that was affixed to the wall. My gaze kept returning to the south boundary, where the red marker indicated the attack spot. The description the rogue had provided a tall, dark-haired she-wolf who paid them in gold was all I could think about. Selene Davor was the only name that kept circling like a vulture in my mind. Before I arrived, she had been a member of Ethan's pack for years until she departed, supposedly of her own volition. Tall, deadly, and driven... as well as having a personal grudge against every lady who attracted Ethan's interest. She and I