The face was hers, but those eyes, hell no. Alpha Ciandra was dead sure someone else took her warrior’s set of kind orbs and changed with theirs. No day in her life has she ever thought Carmen would stare at her like she was garbage. She looked back; she couldn’t help herself. And when she found no one behind her, she turned and faced Carmen. Her mind again decided to betray her, it was the first time she has been betrayed and chased, and each time, she hadn’t learned the lesson that everyone was no longer who she thought they were. When would she learn this? Carmen hadn’t left the Free Pack, something Alpha Ciandra had overlooked during Alpha Karl’s burial because they were both occupied with so many things. Furthermore, it had been the least of Alpha Ciandra’s worries since she was being kinda rebellious towards the moon goddess. She couldn’t help but curse at herself, it was one thing to be judged by strangers, to be hated by those who don’t know your second but it was an
Beta Garrick hadn’t slept a wink for the whole night, he kept alternating between going to the gate and returning to his office as he waited for Alpha Ciandra to come. Although most of the time they spent wrestling or running or training the other warriors, Beta Garrick would say those little conversations made him aware of Alpha Ciandra just as he would boldly say Alpha Ciandra knew him.Now, after not finding her there, he couldn’t help but wonder if those little conversations were nothing and if he didn’t know anything about Alpha Ciandra.He hoped the first place Alpha Ciandra would stop at was the Vagabond Pack, after all, it belonged to her and her father. Her home.The need to face her and see for himself was killing him, he wanted to confirm by himself that indeed the one woman he would follow to hell and back had turned into a whore and a mate snatcher as everyone mentioned.Of course, the news about Alpha Ciandra’s humiliating chase out had arrived at the Vagabond Pack, if
Staring at her gorgeous face, listening to her snores, he could tell she was tired. Even in her sleep, she looked as though she was fighting lots and lots of demons. Alpha Ciandra has slept for five hours straight and from the looks of things, if Beta Garrick didn’t wake her up, she would sleep for even two days straight. Her body needed recovery and her mind too. Earlier on, after arriving, Beta Garrick had been sweet enough and had drawn a bath for her, and after it had been ready, she had asked him to excuse her to bathe. It is not like Beta Garrick would have voiced his wish to help her wash up. Now, refraining his hand from removing the strand of hair that has fallen on her forehead, he couldn’t help but wonder if the door she left ajar after was intentional or not. After returning and finding the door opened, she laid on the bed, half covered, half naked and the good wolf he was, he had covered her. Pulling his hand away, he headed to the door and sat on the floor, should h
All Alpha Ciandra was seeing now was Beta Garrick’s mouth moving; she was trying as much as possible to understand what he was saying but got lost. All she remained to do was watch his lips moving side to side. What was he saying? She wondered. It had been an hour, never in her life had she seen Beta Garrick talk this much, hell, she didn’t even have a recollection of her and Beta Garrick yelling at each other. Whenever she could feel like in the past, she would let Beta Garrick tease her, and every time, she would always tease him back. That was always their definition of talking too much. They were best friends in their ways, and none of them ever complained. Here and now, glancing at his mouth moving faster, his clenched jaws, his hands shaking, Alpha Ciandra knew she would have created drama back then so she would experience the first hand of Beta Garrick’s wrath. Whoever said men didn’t know how to yell was damn angry, this man here had a closed tap and has opened it and the
Alpha Ciandra began, “Beta Garrick, I…” “Shut it, Ciandra,” Angelo whispered behind her. Alpha Ciandra didn’t have a choice but to do so, and if it meant for the man to move away with his filthy mouth from her ear, she would do so. * They called her a traitor, a manipulator of the rules, and a know-it. The words from her pack members hurt the most since she has known them for all their lives. Declaring her a hypocrite for teaching rules she never followed, the pack agreed. “Alpha Ciandra. You do not belong to this pack.” One of the wolves announced. How could they end her life so easily as if they have been waiting for this opportunity? To even use the exact opposite of what she always used to her. She always told everyone, “you belong to this pack.” Especially when the wolves have arrived and they are teenagers full of doubts if they would be accepted in this pack. Now, when she needed them the most, to tell her she belonged to this pack after being humiliated by other packs,
“Everyone is evil, even the good ones.” Beta Garrick recalled Alpha Ciandra’s words. He didn’t recall exactly why Alpha Ciandra had told her those words but he knew she had been right. She was the devil herself and evils, no matter what shape or colors they came in, is never supposed to be left with others, and uprooted the moment their shades of colors began to show. If left, they would attach themselves to others, transmit their evilness to others, and in the end, the whole pack would be full of wolves who broke the rules. This was what he kept telling himself as he watched a wolf drag Alpha Ciandra to the gate. The woman was silent. For a split second, Beta Garrick wanted to go and help her, to tell her he understood her and he was sorry he broke the link. However, if he did, the pack would take everyone for granted and their deeds from years back would be for nothing. The care disappeared the moment it came, he walked back into the packhouse and to his office, not caring he h
Alpha Ciandra woke up, naked. In the middle of the night, her wolf had taken control. Now, it was waiting patiently for Alpha Ciandra to praise it, to tell it that for the first time since her life began to crumble, it did well. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what Alpha Ciandra was feeling as she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. No, yesternight, she didn’t expect the wolf to woo in and took over. She wanted it to stay away as it always has whenever she needed its help. She had hoped the wolf would ignore her the same way it had when the pack, her pack, and her werewolves dragged her outside while her link to them was shattering into nothing. That was the perfect timing the wolf would have chosen. Why wasn’t anyone choosing their time correctly? Just like her dad didn’t return when she was leaving and till now he hasn’t come back. Alpha Ciandra felt like if her dad had been there when she left, some things would have happened differently. And if by any chance, things at t
There is a good reason most people love being alone. No friends at all. Back then, if asked, Alpha Ciandra would have mentioned the reasons in one go because the answers were always right on the tip of her tongue. She only knew two friends while at the Vagabond Pack, Beta Garrick whom she knew all her life, and her dad, whom she would proudly say she was delighted to call father and best friend. It only had two wolves in it, and she was okay with it. After all, what was the use of having endless friends when the two she had did everything she wanted? While her father offered her advice regarding leading, Beta Garrick was there to make her laugh, push and push even after she had told him to stop. He always made her laugh, he always didn’t care if she meant it or not. He always wanted to see her happy, That was the beta Alpha Ciandra adored, the man she thought would go and come back to the moon and still call him a friend. The same wolf she was a hundred percent sure if they were