14 years Tagon

Alpha’s Rejected Slave

                            Chapter Four 

                              Tagon’s POV 

                         (14 year old Tagon)

                     

 Just like mother will say some were born with fates and some others fought for their destinies while the greatest have to fight for their destinies even while born with fates.

   From the womb I suppose so much must be expected of me. A son to takeover as an Alpha, rule over my subjects, make decisions that will affect lives and families. Never to let matters of the heart get in the way of my ambition and duties. I learned from a tiny age that life could be brutal, painful, and cruel. The path of becoming an Alpha wasn’t an easy one, a life filled with thorns, power, and duties wasn’t an easy one.

   Today I finally made my father proud of me. My father, the Alpha, like every parent has expectations with their cub. And being the highest authority he held very high expectations so high I felt unworthy of being his son.

    At the age of five I was made to accompany my father to war and at eight I detached a spy’s heart from his chest and left him on the cold floor drawing his last breath. 

      The Tagon he knew would fret or try to talk him out of it but with a single swipe the spy’s heart was missing.

  I found the secret layout of a rogue's den and ambushed them by myself before my father could arrive with the pack's warriors. After the battle for the first time I felt worthy to be called his son.

   

   A large feast was organised, every member of the pack and even the lowest of slaves were hugely fed. For the first time I managed to sneak out when my mother's controlling eyes weren't in my direction.

   She was in an ongoing argument with father and I knew it would take some time for them to notice my absence. They loved each other passionately and when they argued it took too much effort to get them out of it.

   Weird parents.

     So I sneaked out of the party and used the garden route with smiles written all over my face. My parents were extremely controlling and protective as their only child. My only friend was Fidelis who is training as my future Beta of the pack. I enjoy his company but I miss something. Something more than Pack matters and do’s and don'ts out of pack matters and titles.

   Sometimes I got myself wishing my father wasn’t an Alpha but like the rest of the other Dads.

  “Finally some freedom,” A happy smile stretched out on my lips as I pranced happily picking a rose and sniffing it into my nostrils. Someday I’ll find my mate and what flowers would she like I thought?

   

   “Would it be daisies, roses, hibiscus, orchids? Would she have dreams of sailing across the world? What about her passions would she love archery, sword fighting or be a conservative Luna? Would she be a strong Luna or a weak…”

          A sniffing sound brought me out of my little daydreaming. Unbeknownst to me I was closing in to the end of the garden. My feet trailed the distance were the sniffling soft sound of someone crying I heard.

  A young girl from head to toe with angry sore wounds and filthy dirty clothes, her skin was covered with dark mud, hair was dishevelled and drenched and the way her toes curled and she wrapped herself into a ball I didn’t need to be told she was shivering from the intense cold. White Peak mountain was colder than any other pack and it was the coldest season of the year yet a little girl I thought might be older than three years or few was crying alone in a garden.

             “Why are you in tears?”

       She looked at me with those lovely green eyes and looked away sitting coiled up in the garden. Her hands folded hugging her knees with her beautiful ginger hair scattered carelessly by the cool evening breeze playfully making them messy. 

    I took a closer look at her and observed her cheeks were red and her skin was growing pale. The weather grew harsher by the second. 

  I had on my shoulder a rare shawl mother made with her customised embroidery. Hesitation and kindness to the stranger girl canvassed in my heart. Mother might find out I gave her gift away and that would hurt her feelings. Father punished me on my tenth birthday when I interceded the punishment of a family who stole from the royal treasury. 

   The punishment father commanded was the cutting of parents hands and feet and the kids to be brutally flogged. The children were innocent of their stealing parents' crime so I got flogged in their stead.

  For weeks my back hurt like hell, I couldn’t groan in pain either. I learnt my lesson never to stand in my father's way. 

   His commandments were law and order. 

   But this time is different. The young girl hasn’t broken any rules so there are no reasons to leave her in the cold. Casting a second look at her a mark was visible on her wrists, an iron mark which are the identities of children slavers. Which means she was born into slave hood which made me feel sorry for her once again.

    Slavery and it repulsed me to my core and so many times I used to ask my mother why there is segregation amongst our people and others and why they were treated less than loved and catered but mother will always say. “You are young my son, when you grow older you’ll realise duty is duty. We don’t do things because we love doing them, we do what is necessary and that doesn’t make us bad people.” 

  Unimpressed by her answers I sought to find out on my own but discussing such a sensitive matter with father wasn’t going to happen. Mother was more lenient to discuss literally anything. I had hoped once I become Alpha to get rid of slaves which wouldn’t be easy, the oppositions will come other top ranking Pack members benefiting from it but notwithstanding doing what is right is better than doing what is necessary.

    “My mother makes nice shawls. I'm sure this will help a great deal.” 

  “No, my mama will be mad, she says no gifts from strangers.” the girl wiped her cheek with the back of her palm and rose to her feet to leave. 

  How dare she? 

   I am no Alpha but being popular has been my birthright since I was born. How could she not know whose presence she spoke, how long has she been living under a rock?

    “Don’t you know who I am?” I feigned annoyance with an air of superiority. 

       “Yes I do the Alpha’s spoiled brat.” she retorted unafraid of my position or what I might do to her. 

     I was stunned. 

   

    “That’s no way to talk to your future Alpha and why are you hurt and in such weak clothes at this time of the year. You can fall sick, you aren’t just sharp mouthed, you're careless with your health.”

   She doesn’t respond, her eyes lit with fear but closes in.

  

“I have to go now…” she tried getting up.

     “What’s your name?”

    She twirled to leave and I don’t know what came over me. I grabbed her by the arm and wrapped the shawl over her cold freezing neck. “Return my bratty shawl when next you see me and with your name.” I said with a smile and dashed off before her sharp mouth could protest.

  That day something warm struck in my chest. The Pack people had their perception of me as a spoiled brat wrapped around his parents strings. And that challenges my stance to become Alpha.

      “I will prove myself worthy.”