Chapter 3

Danika

A smile played on my lips as I did every single one of my chores. They were all staring at me, even throwing side comments about how I have finally gone crazy after all these years but I couldn't help it.

'Why are you so happy?' Annika came foreward. I could feel her curiosity but also something else.

My smile widened, scrubbing the last pot of the day. Apparently, this is the last pot I'll be cleaning so I'm happy to do it.

'Danika?'

'Sorry, I was just thinking of where we can go after this.' I giggled inwardly.

'Why? Where are we going?' Kanya, my easy-going wolf, stepped in joining the conversation.

She is always cheerful and carefree, even at times like these. She is a lot different from her twin. Today, I might just have reason to share her optimism.

'Far away from here, Kanya. The Alpha is finally going to set us free!' I exclaimed, only in my thoughts.

'What makes you say that?' Annika asked, skeptical.

I smile, 'Don't you realize? We are turning 18 this very midnight! It only means one thing.'

There's a rule shared among packs, where a member of the lowest rank when turned 18, may be given the option to choose to stay or leave the pack. The Alpha is going to ask us our decision tonight!

'I'm not sure, but I have a bad feeling about this, Danika.' Annika paced in my head.

I frowned.

'Why?'

'I just don't feel like that is the reason why he ordered us to his bedroom.'

I stopped scrubbing, making other omegas look over at me but I ignored them, instead giving all my attention to my wolves.

'What else would it be?' I furrowed my brows.

Apart from that reason, I can't think of any other reason why he would want us in his room. Especially when I turn 18.

Kanya gasped. 'Do you think...'

Annika nodded.

'He may have some malicious intent.'

I dropped the scrub I was holding, freezing completely for a moment before I shook my head and went back to scrubbing.

'No, the Alpha wouldn't. Besides, he has never taken interest in me.'

It is true. He ignored me whenever he got the chance. Sometimes I thought he was doing it on purpose.

He hates me. Maybe for the same reason everyone in this pack hates me too, for thinking I murdered the former Alpha and Luna.

I nodded my head. Right. He will never look at me in that way. No man in this pack has. I doubt that would be the case with the Alpha.

'Fine,' Annika sighed, but I could tell he is still worried.

'But be careful.' She warned with a foreboding tone in her voice before she disappeared once again to the back of my head, hiding her scent.

'Don't worry. Annika is just worried. We will be here if something happens.' Kanya assured me quite enthusiastically. It is something I love about her, but that us not to say I like her more than Annika. They are both my wolves, and I trust them.

Her words put a smile on my face and my body relaxed. At least in the comfort of knowing I am not alone in this, and there is actually a huge chance that the Alpha might be letting me go.

I can go rogue, live elsewhere. Live the life I always dreamed to have. Just like my parenrs wanted.

I quickly finished up and tossed my apron before heading back to my room. I looked on both my sides. Thank Goddess, there is no sign of Linda today.

I happily strutted to my room in the attic and thought of packing my clothes.

I don't have much, just a few pairs of clothes and a picture of me and my parents when I was a kid. It's the only thing that kept me going.

I grabbed my clothes and organized them neatly in my old, small suitcase. In a minute, I was done packing.

Moving about my room, I let my eyes wander. The floors, squeaky clean. My bed soft and warm although I had to find my own mattress incthe garbage. The Alpha even arranged my a small bathroom connected to it since I am not allowed to use the pack showers. At the very least, this had been my home for the past couple of years. I should say a proper goodbye to it.

My gaze drifted to the mirror, and almost shrieked when I saw my reflection.

My hair was unruly, dirt all over my face and my dress is practically made of rags now.

Now that I am about to leave, I might as well dress nicely for the road.

I walked into the bathroom and turned the tap. There isn't hot water, but I'm used to the cold, anyway.

I quickly bathed and changed into a couple of worn out jeans and a shirt, knowing I'd be sweating out.

Looking up at the clock, I see that it is almost midnight, just before his voice booms in my head.

"Remember. Midnight." He reminded me, and I found myself smiling a silly smile.

How could he think I'll forget the day I can finally leave this pack.

I shrugged. Grabbing my suitcase, I dash towards the door. Only a few minutes left!

I stopped, looking over my shoulder, and whispering goodbye to my room and this place.

This is it. I'm finally going to be set free. I'll be free and far away from this pack!

The moment I knocked on his door, the door pushed open as if he'd been waiting for me.

I gulped, feeling nervous as I stepped inside and saw him sitting in his desk, his back to me when I noticed something that made me stop in my tracks.

No...

No, no, no...

Sandalwood and mint.

It struck me like a bolt of lightning cracked open the bluest sky, turning it dark as a massive storm loomed directly ahead. And he was that dark storm.

"Mate." He whispered, turning his chair and our eyes collide.