ALPHA DOUCHEBAG

What was he saying? I stared at Alex, refusing to break eye contact. The whole dining room was silent, like everyone was waiting for the Alpha to go berserk on me. His eyes were hard, and his jaw set in stubbornness. That jaw, I wouldn't mind rubbing my fingers on it.

“I did not start any war,”  I slowly spoke. “I did not even have a wolf until you came into my pack, and did some voodoo on me, told me all sorts of rubbish, and drugged me-”

“Nobody drugged you,” he cut in, “it was just some sleeping powder.”

He corked his head at me, the sun reflecting on those pupils. “I do not care. I am not here with my permission, so refrain from referring to me as your mate.”

“Are you rejecting me, little wolf?”. I felt the stare of everyone around me, but damned if I'll let him think he could control me because of some bond that I had not yet felt.

“I do not know you. There is nothing to reject.”

Daia chuckled a bit, obviously pleased with what I was saying. Which was good. I needed some friendly people around here, and something told me I could trust her.

Alex shifted in his chair, his lips set in a thin line. He gestured for a plate, and a pretty blonde girl came to his right side and gave it to him, bowing so low her breasts could be shown.

Why did I feel jealous?

Ignoring everything around me, I kept eating. It was obvious I required answers, but my tummy felt so hollow.

“Do you know where your quarters are?” Daia asked, eating her own food. She took a large helping of meat, which was typical for shifters. Big carnivores we were.

I cleaned my mouth with the back of my hand. “I don't have quarters here. Lol, what is this a castle?” It seemed ridiculous, assuming where I had woken up was just a temporary room.

“You have quarters. You are the revered one, she said slowly while chewing. “Even if it seems you hate it.”

I groaned at the thought of that. “I don't even know what the chosen one is.” Up till the last festival of lights, having a knowledge of witches was the fastest way to die in my pack.”

Daia nodded. “Yeah, it wasn't easy finding your pack, especially you. Everyone thought the white wolf was gone.”

“What do you mean it wasn't easy finding my pack? We've always been there. In Eucharia land.” I asked.

Daia’s spoon paused midway to her lips. Slowly she brought it down.

“It's not my place to explain. However, if you are interested, I could introduce you to a few members of the clan and show you around the land.” she said.

I nodded, understanding what she meant by that. “That would be lovely, thank you,” I smiled at her. It was nice to have a friend so early.

I turned towards Alex and said, “Where is my mother, please? I would love to have a conversation with her.”

Alex folded his arms around his chest, his plate already clear of food. “In due time. First, I must introduce you to the Shaman and the Whistling Coven.” He got up, and I got an eyeful of his packs beneath the t-shirt he wore.

“Let's go.”

I pushed my plate away from me, said goodbye to Daia and followed him. The stares of everyone felt like needles in my back, but if there was one thing being born to my mother had taught me, it was to ignore people's stares. They always had a reason to look at me.

She's so thin, her hair is so white; look at how her mother slithers in and out of that alpha's room, she had no wolf.

All whispers behind my back.

“Are you excited to be here?” a voice interrupted my silent tirade.

I shrugged. “I have no idea what I am doing here. I figure it's one of those annoying things in my birth chart my friend speaks about.”

Alex walked slowly, keeping up with my pace. The hallway was lit with candles, brown, and smelt like blood. I wanted to touch the walls and feel it beneath my skin, but I also didn't want to freak him out.

“Well, hopefully you get your answers. What is your friend's name?”

“Susan. She's normal.” I replied without skipping a beat. He nodded, like it made sense to him. “You have no issues with the fact that she's normal?” I asked surprised.

“I have no issues with any member of any race. Except they try to disrupt the peace I'm trying to build. Normals are the least of my concerns,” he replied. He took a sharp left turn, moving me with my shoulder. Ugh Alphas.

“Most wolves hate normals, I had to go to school with them.” I said quietly. We kept on walking for about 10 minutes till we got to a door. It was huge and covered with vines, pink and red flowers intertwined with a single white lily in the middle of the door. The handles were shaped like half of the moon, together whole.

Alex stood in front of the door and looked at me.

“Well, this is where the Shaman stays. Good luck.”

He started walking away from the door while I just stood there.

“Hey, how do I get this open?” I shouted at his back.

He stopped. “You seem to have everything figured out. Handle that yourself.”

And continued walking.

The bastard. I grated my teeth in anger. Screw him. He was the one that brought me here against my will. I turned and faced the door. Squaring my shoulders, I raised my hands to knock when I heard a creaking sound.

The door swung open slowly, revealing the room. It was so dark at first, I had to adjust my eyes to the sight. Then a hand grabbed me and pulled me inside, and the last thing I heard was the door slamming shut.