Alpha Soren “F*cking Christ!” I grumble when a sharp knock is heard on my door, almost deafening me. I know it’s most likely a regular knock but after a night of drinking...well you know the deal. It’s Will. He barges in, fresh looking considering how I feel at the moment and glares down at my foetal form on my bed. “This crap has got to stop, Soren. The pack is murmuring amongst themselves about their luna.” He got straight to the point. It’s too early in the morning for this... Logan is a bit groggy as well but at the mention of luna, he clears his mind. Of course, the pack is concerned about me. They might overthrow me if it were possible to form a rebellion or if anyone would challenge me for my alpha spot. An alpha without a luna at my age, twenty-eight, is almost unheard of. Sure, it happens but very rarely and most times it’s because the luna had died. In that scenario, it’s normal for an alpha to be without his moon mate and sometimes he would get a second chance
A/NFrom here onwards...I'm just typing and not checking grammar okay? I will circle back and finish the grammar later on.Meg Nervous. This is how I felt since we left home. Yes, home. Home is what I built with Jax, miles and miles away from here. Not this place that only brought me sorrow and pain. It makes me question why did I bring my daughter here. To get to meet know this jack*ss that didn’t deserve to know her at all. My heart beating faster, my stomach feeling a bit heated as my anxiety grew- more than it had in the past months with just thinking of returning. It's coupled with distress and loathing as well. We passed the huge iron bridge- the very same one, and my heartbeats steadied after. In earnest, one emotion, I lack is curiosity. I do not care to know about anything here, I noticed. The hybrids nor the environment. Jax drives slowly now and I gawk at the place that gave me nothing but misery for most of my existence, to allow me to admire the landscape he said wit
Meg Red sings her words and I grin just as the afternoon winds pick up my long loose hair and scatter it around my face. “This ought to do, yes?” I smile down at my pink and white sneakers that I never could have afforded while I lived here. My fitted stylish denim jeans and my sleeveless satin white top, which I could now afford because I worked damn hard to finish my courses to be able to get the secure a job so that I could now finance me and my child. And I didn’t plan on stopping there. Not to mention Jax and I playing house with me also meant bills were split, so more money to spend on things I never had or even dared to dream about in the past. My past provided me with no luxury, jewellery and only hand-me-downs. Forget luxury, that word is incorrect. I am way past the thinking of having a simple pair of shoes bought for me and only me, as a luxury. That is basic needs. Basic everyday needs that all children require to just be happy to be a teenage
Meg I ask, Red’s paw coming up to my long narrow face as I scoff. I what? Did being in the alpha’s presence affect me that badly? But why- I am not afraid of him...am I? Looking around me, I recognise my surroundings are dark and I am freezing. “Mackenzie!” I scan around me- it's different to where my clothing was- Suddenly I feel a shiver. Geez, I am freezing. My teeth rattle loudly and Red sucks in a breath, apologising. Huh, look at Red being all Shakespear and whatnot. My frantic state of mind is still patting done as I peer into the thick trees, aided by the dim moonlight.
Meg The witch told me I should dive deeper into my memories and see what unsettled me so deeply that I pushed everyone away. How did my parents die, she had queried. Are they dead or is it just what I had been told? Where are my siblings and what about my extended family? Did I remember anyone else? Were they part of my pack? Yes, the witch knew of our existence. Jax’s mother said she had no idea how I came to the pack. She only knew me from the Omega house and only when I started school, she’d confessed sheepishly. Yeah, no wolf in their correct minds really hung around the omega house. And those who were there were there for a good reason and not to play or be friendly. Nobody paid attention to the child who fell over and cried, her knees scraped and bleeding. They did look but then they turned away, ignoring me. Not even coming to my aid when I screamed louder wondering in my tiny innocent mind, why wasn’t anybody coming to kiss my wound, like I’d seen other grown-ups do to other
Soren's POV The gates of heaven must be open...did I finally die? Kind of figured the underground would have been my final place, but I think I saw an angel just walk by... “Meg,” I call out to her and it’s a long echoing sound. Oh, it’s a dream. My wolf is dreaming of her. I smile widely for a few seconds- or minutes. One could never tell time in dreams. Why is my wolf dreaming of my girl and not his? I snarl. It feels so real, I could stay here forever. Logan is talking to her, my Meg...so real ... my heavy eyelids try to open but I am so drunk, I can barely move. My head is swimming and I am nauseous- I know it’s because I barely eat. In a few hours, I’ll be okay, my werewolf gene would save me from most of the hangover... I’ll eat when I wake up, I vow. Hours later, my eyes open- ugh, another day again. My phone ringing is what did the trick today. “What?” I answer remaining on my rumpled bed when I hear the beta say something abou
Alpha Soren The world around me fades away and I only see her. It’s as if time slowed for us to admire each other. But my mind denies it- this cannot be Meg, she’s- dead! This is my eyes playing tricks on me because I am grieving and hung up on Meg. It’s my guilt doing this because she has the same name as my mate and maybe the same hair- Electrifying tingles hit me from all directions more intensely than seconds ago. It radiates from every fibre of my being to every extremity. I feel primal on an instinctual level. My heart races, not from fear or excitement but from a profound recognition that this woman is meant for me. My pulses screamed out to her but my throat went dry. No, her hair is different than Meg’s. Thicker, richer looking, shiny and blacker. Shorter. She smells different too. Meg smells like mangoes- her scent invades my senses but the newcomer scoffs. It’s the most beautiful sound I have heard in the longest time. Logan smirks. His tail wagging.
Meg “Meg! What are you doing?” Jax shouts from behind me just as the alpha covers my mouth with his hand, his eyes wide with shock while mine glowered. I bite into the soft flesh, yanking myself away from him when he yelps and pulls his hand back. “Rejecting him properly,” I quiver out, surprised by my own reluctance now. Something in me is elated he prevented it. But I let out, “I don’t care if he dies. I didn't care if the pack was taken over by rogues either.” Will had told us, that the alpha had been preoccupied with the attack of what they think might be rogues. He’d said it for my benefit because Jax already knew. It’s Blue. I turn myself around to Jax. He wears a worried furrow as he stands almost to the door, ready to bolt next to Will whose jaw is slack. I do not understand why he wants me to forgive the man that broke my heart. All for the sake of the pack? The pack that hated me? Red is growling inside me- something she has never done.