INICIAR SESIÓNI stalked off in the direction of Mari’s family home, or what they had tried to tell me had been her home. I knew it was the Beta’s home, but hers? I was still not convinced. I had left her there, so I assumed she would still be there doing what she had referred to as her chores. Like she was some weak-ass omega, or a naughty little school girl. Something was still not adding up, but I was not about to attempt to analyze it, as I needed the girl’s help. I just needed to find her, and then convince her...
I did not expect Hudson and Sonny to follow me, but the sound of their footsteps alongside mine moments after I had walked away made me realize my friends had decided to take this leap of faith with me. I turned to Sonny on my left side, and he offered me a lob-sided grin, with a slight shrug. “Got nothing better to do, have we?” He said in explanation, and I could not help but smile. I was glad they were coming with me, they had a better way wit
I would rather have been anywhere else. In fact, since Hudson had taken over, being at home had been perfect. Losing myself in the pit of my own mind had become a regular occurrence. The daily exertion of the gym, pushing myself to the point of pain and collapse had become my punishment, all while my Beta ran my pack for me. So when he told me I would have to be present for the meeting he had planned, I had been far from impressed...The thing was, I knew that Hudson was more than capable of running the meeting, but he demanded my presence. So I ensured I was there. Clung to what was left of my sanity to ensure I made myself look presentable for the other Alphas that would be present, and appeared at the Business Center with plenty of time to spare. I sat within the conference room, and watched the meeting as it unfolded. The girl, quite honestly, was a trembling wreck as she spoke to our business associates. As I sat and watched Mari, I could only question why Hudson had all
Life within the borders of Obsidian Storm Pack had become routine. A peacefulness I didn't know I needed. I headed to work, completing what was expected of me, and I returned to my quiet little corner of the pack. Sitting each evening preparing work for the next day, or binge-watching my favorite TV shows. A simple life. But one that I was relishing in. Something so far from the life I had been living at home...Yet, despite enjoying the life I now had, life was forever on my mind. Desperate for updates. Desperate to know how things were going or if there was any news of my father. I just wanted to know that things were better, and that my brother could live the happy and safe life I now had. But, every time I reached out to my home pack, be it through my brother who was now recovering well, or Matty, my messages or calls remained unanswered, leaving me extremely frustrated.It was early morning as I wandered from the dining hall through the busy hallways of the packhouse toward the o
I paced the hallways of the packhouse. I was up before the damn sun. All because of the arrangement I had made with the weakling that was within my pack. Her work had caught my eyes as I had moved to salvage the paperwork she had damaged. She was such a clutz, there was no denying that, but the work upon the computer was detailed. Done in such a way that I had not seen before. Even the programme used was being used in such a way that made it more effective. As much as she drove me to near insanity, I had been unable to stop myself asking for her assistance on the new project I had focused my brain on…With my Alpha duties being handed down to Hudson in a bid to allow me time to 'recover' as they were putting it, I had needed a way to distract my mind. And, business seemed a perfectly good choice. Or, it had until I made the fatal flaw of asking for Mari's help.I had so many plans. So many ways I wanted to move forward with the project, but since I had ordered M
I had fallen into working within the business center easily. I had been allocated a space to work, and given some deals to focus upon. I was happy to simply blend into the background. This was what I was good at, and it was what was best for me. This type of work, while it was an area I was trained within, it was a new thing for me to do at this level, but I knew the programmes used, having studied them, and found the work a new challenge. It kept me focused, and I enjoyed it.The people I was working alongside were both friendly and helpful. A couple had asked me some more than awkward questions about how I had come to end up within Alpha Carter’s pack, but I had done my best to avoid them. I knew there were plenty of rumors lingering about me, and I did not wish to add to them. So I just kept my head down, and got on with my work.Beta Hudson, and Gamma Sonny dropped in to check upon me multiple times, both of them being friendly, and also checking in on how I was finding the work.
I had done as Beta Hudson had asked, and returned to my home, or what was meant to my home. It did not feel like a home, as sad as it was to say. And as I curled up on the sofa with a blanket over me to watch some TV, I felt incredibly lonely. I think I would rather have stayed in the kitchen and worked. It had been rare I was able to relax in my own home back in my home pack without the threat of my father returning to cause chaos or pain, but my brother was there. Occasionally Matty too. Here, I was truly alone, and I don’t think I liked it.A wave of sadness washed over me, and that sadness lasted until I had fallen asleep. A yearning for home, despite the danger that lingered there. My alarm had sounded early, set in preparation for beginning working at the business center as instructed by Beta Hudson in the brief text he sent me. I stretched within the warm confines of my blankets, knowing that today was going to be a case of proving myself. In my home pack it did not matter, her
I faced the pity of my father. I think I would have much preferred it to be the wrath I had expected. But, instead, his eyes looked at me with sympathy. Not an emotion my father often displayed, and one that I did not wish to see again. The disappointment was still present. As much as he may have tried to conceal it, I could still sense it, but more dominant was an overwhelming sense of concern. Compassion. Even a hint of sorrow. He was hovering uncomfortably around me like he did not know how to act. This was not how we behaved around one another.My father did not usually struggle to express himself. Admittedly, a man of very few words, but when something needed to be said, he was to the point. Cold and blunt. But, on this occasion, he appeared to be struggling. Alternating uncomfortably by pacing by my side, to near placing his hand upon my shoulder or my arm in what I could only assume would be a gesture of care or reassurance, but somehow halting himself at the last minute.A hea







