All Chapters of The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POV: SAINTI tiptoed down the stairs, careful not to disturb the two other werewolves sleeping in the house. As I reached the bottom, I found Aunt Cee busy preparing breakfast. After exchanging greetings, I headed outside. I wasn't familiar with the route to the training grounds, and I hesitated to ask Jackson for directions. He had mentioned 6 AM, but here I was, on my way at 5:30 AM. I wasn't in the mood for a conversation with him. I replayed our discussion from the previous day in my mind, but I didn't regret anything I had said. I simply wanted us to be on the same page when the pack started asking questions. Yet, he had to throw in that comment and spoil everything. I walked through the paths that I recalled, and fortunately, I encountered some other pack members heading to training. I approached one of them, a guy, and asked if I could join him. He kindly agreed. He inquired if I came from the annual mission, and I confirmed that I had. We exchanged some brief introductions.

POV: SAINTI sat on my bed, my sobs echoing in the silence of my room as I buried my face in my hands. With my eyes tightly shut, tears streamed down uncontrollably.There was no escaping the meaning behind his words. Jackson despised the fact that I was meant to be his mate. On top of that, my presence here only seemed to complicate things in the pack. I felt like nothing more than a burden to him. But I never chose to be his mate. Why did the moon goddess make me his mate? I could only imagine how repulsed he must feel knowing that I'm a man. The tears continued to fall as those painful thoughts crashed over me. If he weren't an alpha with responsibilities to his pack, would he have rejected me? I initially agreed to be his friend, believing he just needed time. But now, I seriously doubt he would ever come to accept me as his mate. A sudden knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts. Could it be Jackson? I wasn't ready to face him. I- The door creaked open, and Tom peeked in, just

POV: JACKSON At the age of fifteen, my father told me stories about witches. He viewed them as manipulators of reality, and his disdain for them was evident; he wanted them kept at a distance from our pack territory. They never lived among us, yet he wished for them to be as far away as possible. From what my father told me, the Witches of Maletros were a small coven, led by a kind and gentle elderly woman. She didn't like using her powers for conflict or malice. Nevertheless, my father still didn't like them living close to our territory.Despite his views about them, he never pursued any aggressive actions against them. The woman believed that for their own safety, they should relocate further away. Thus, they settled far from our territory.Following her passing, her granddaughter, Cora, took over leadership. At 30, she's four years my senior. Cora is smart, cunny, and manipulative-traits I'm not attributing to her witchcraft alone. Whenever my father arranged meetings with her g

POV: JACKSONTWO MINUTES AGOAs I sift through the collection of books on witches and magic that my dad has stashed on his shelves, an unsettling sensation washes over me. I can't pinpoint the source, but the unease is so intense that it's hard to focus. I reach out to Chris through our mindlink. "I can't shake the feeling that something's off. Is everything alright at the borders?" "Yes, I just returned from there. I checked in with the kids a few hours ago, and they seemed fine. Why? Did something happen?" "Not really. Alright, maybe it's nothing after all. Any word about Ava and Marcus?" "Not really. Sam and the guards haven't given me any updates yet. I was actually on my way there, so I'll look into it again." "Okay, please keep me updated." With that, I cut off the mindlink.Despite Chris's reassurance, the feeling still lingered. Can you check with Alex to see if anything's wrong with Saint? I told JJ. I could only mindlink my Beta, Delta, and the head warrior. Since I ha

POV: JACKSONChris and I walked side by side towards Cora's coven. I chose to bring only Chris along today, as my mind was still tangled in the implications of Saint's words. Could it really be someone I trusted who was behind all this? I was unsure how to process that thought. My hope was that Saint had misinterpreted what Marcus had said; the last thing I wanted was to start doubting my own family and friends. I glanced at Chris. I would trust him with my life, and the idea of suspecting him was unimaginable. He was like a brother to me, and our bond was so deep that I'd choose blind trust over doubt any day. That made Chris an exception in my mind. "So, how are things with Saint?" Chris asked, breaking the silence. "Pretty good, I suppose," I replied. It had become clear to me that Saint was quite affectionate. I wasn't sure if this was due to the mate bond or simply his nature. That's why I had told him not to hold back if he can't control it, even if I was.... losing control m