Alban could only look at me for a moment as he attempted to absorb what I had said and make sense of it himself before a deep growl rippled through his chest. “That asshole, who attempted to take you away from me, when you are mine by birthright is now attempting to kill my mother, I’m going to tear him apart!” Alban snarls ferociously looking off behind me at the mirror before attempting to walk away where I will have to assume was to find Malcom and kill him, where I was forced to reach forward and grab his arm nearly falling from the counter. “No Alban please you can’t! As I said it isn’t just Malcom we’re dealing with here!” I shout in a panic pulling him back, he could have easily pushed me away and walked off to get the job done but witnessing me nearly falling from the counter stops him as he pushes me back safely. “Malcolm and his gang of fuckwitts and wannabes will be no match for me and my deadly Alpha ways, do they believe they have the power to attempt to kill my mot
The next evening rolled around quicker than I would have appreciated, my day was spent with Alban and even Lincoln, all of us going through what I needed to do and what the protocols were if something was to go wrong. Having Lincoln on side only allowed the warnings to grow even worse, at first he attempted to talk me out of it as like Alban had tried, but after I laid it out and explained if I didn’t go, something awful was going to happen to Polly and there would be nothing any of us could do to change it, he reluctantly agreed. Standing in front of my mirror ensuring I looked presentable; Alban entered the room leaning up against the doorframe with his arms folded looking at me. I was aware even though he had agreed to allow me to do this, he was beyond against it and wished I allowed him to take the reigns. “I better get going if I want to meet Malcom in time.” I said fixing my last curl before turning around, but Alban was quick to take my arm as I went to walk though the d
The longer he and I kept eye contact, the more the room seemed to quiet down and look between him and I knowing something was up. Taking one last long drag of his cigarette, he squeezed it down in an astray whilst placing his hands together on the table. “This is the quietest I believe I have ever seen you Iris, growing up, you never shut up.” He smiled with that same look in his eyes, but with that comment I seem to snap out of my trance and look over at him as though I had seen a ghost. “Samual, I-I was told you died.” I stuttered out, my brain not having the capacity to truly comprehend who it was seeing, I had anticipated never getting to see Samual again, but here he was sat in front of me as though nothing was amiss. “That is what a certain person wanted everyone to believe but no, I am healthy and well, living in the outskirts of the pack.” He said leaving many unanswered questions in the air, but still I was left confused. “How about you take a seat, we cannot be here
I turned to look at Samual so shocked once that statement left his lips, not once did the thought that perhaps Samual wasn’t the birth child of Richard ever come to mind, I mean why would it. But now he had brought it up, I couldn’t help but mentally, begin to spot some characteristics that he held but Richard didn’t. I mean growing up everyone said Samual looked more like Polly and Alban was the spitting image of his father, the way Samual and Alban hold themselves is also different, now as I looked, Samual didn’t seem to have the same build as someone with Alpha blood would. “Your mother had an affair?” I asked so shocked and beyond confused, I mean Samual was eight years older than Alban, I remember people saying they thought Samual would be the couples only child and Alban sprung out of nowhere, could that be because Richard found out the truth? “She did, while Richard was away doing some Alpha work, Polly would invite her male friend over, they did this before the pair even
“You’re planning this tomorrow?” I asked in a state of disbelief but also kind of relief, I had told Alban in the nick of time, at least I won’t have all the weight on my shoulders. “That’s right, with your Luna ceremony, all the eyes are going to be on you and Alban as they should, no one is going to batt an eye if Polly disappears for moment. She is such a doting mother that she needed to take a breath, watching her baby grow up would be hard for any mother to look.” Samual explained placing his hand on his heart and putting on a fake accent making it seem as though he was Polly, where I had to take a look down at the table feeling fear rush through me. “I-I don’t know if I can do this.” I stutter out feeling my body heat up from fear, my legs also shaking as I went to get up, but Samual takes my hand in his and pulls me back down. “I know this is such an ask Iris but with everything I have told you, don’t you believe it will be in the better interests of everyone else if she
Once that terrifying sentence left my lips, I saw Alban freeze in place as though he was attempting to make what I said seem real. My body still shock as all that I remembered us talking about was fresh in my mind, but for Alban, he only growled lowly. “Are you certain that is who you were speaking with, could this have been some rouge claiming to be my brother?” He asked after a moment of silence, his eyes glazed over with anger the more he thought about it all. “It was him Alban, he knew things that only Samual would know. I knew you’d want conformation so when I left, I went in for a hug, smell my coat.” I sighed now disclosing my reasoning for that odd hug, where Alban wasted no time walking forward taking the biggest smell of my coat, the scent of his suspected dead brother lingering on me. “That bastard.” He growled out in a rage but quickly, unzips the coat and pulls it from my body throwing to the side, I don’t think he appreciated me smelling like another man especially
“They’re going to try and kill Polly tomorrow?” Lincoln asked in a state of shock and worry, whilst I shook my head going to stand up straight, but I’m soon pulled right back so my head lay on Alban’s chest, I believe he needed me close so my scent would help calm him, or that destroyed cabin would soon see its last day with this angry Alpha’s rampage. “No, they were planning on killing her tomorrow, but I managed to persuade Samual to postpone it, I said the day should be about Alban and I and not Polly. He agreed but was sure to warn me of what the repercussions would be if I told Alban or anyone else.” I explained my eyes still going to the window as though Samual could see through the blinds and thick curtains around the windows. “He threatened you?” Alban growled taking that from my comment snapping me from my trance at the window, it was as though I knew someone was there. “He didn’t threaten me but was sure to remind me that he had eyes everywhere, all those men will be p
Most of the time I like to have the chance to slowly wake up from my sleep, allow my mind time to get with the world a little bit before I’m forced into whatever the day entails. But today, the sounds of the curtains getting ripped open snap me from my dreamland stance, with all that happened yesterday with Samual, I was more on edge where my eyes snapped open in case of danger. But instead of finding Samual and his men, I found Polly and my mother wheeling things into the bedroom causing us much more destruction I believe Samual would. Alban groaning in annoyance whilst placing the pillow over his face told me he also wasn’t in the mood to deal with these women at this hour. “Alright up! We have so much we need to get done and do not have time for either of you to lay in bed!” Polly’s loud and obnoxious voice called throughout the bedroom, my ears ringing slightly as they were also not expecting to be bothered this early in the morning. “But the ceremony doesn’t start until 11:
The screams and cries only continue as more blades are pelted our way, but now with the sudden realisation at who the intended target was, Alban, who hadn’t released my hand, slides me across the floor until I landed under him, his body shielding mine from any attacks. Watching as many of our fighters attempted to defend our pack but were soon hit with those awful blades, each fell to the floor in heaps of blood, those blades are no joke. The longer I watched the more I realised, I have the specialist knowledge and training to deal with these blades and any person using them against us but I’m allowing my mate to cuddle me as though I’m some scared child, I need to fight this. “I am not allowing you out into the open, I do not care if you may have the training, now you are home with me, it’s my job to protect you. I will have our men continue forward, they are outnumbered by us, they’ll grow tired.” Alban informs me with a dead look after hearing my thoughts, but I shake my head r
After slipping into my second dress for the night, I allow Alban to lead me back out of the pack house and towards where the party was still raging and since we left, it had gotten a lot more chaotic. The sky transformed into a mixture of orange and red as the sun slowly began to set, many of the pack children sending me waves as they were led away by nannies for bed to allow their parents a break to party. This meant the drinks began to flow even faster with each person around seeming to dip deeper into an intoxicated daze, its clear this party was heading in to lasting all night. With a smile, Alban leads me down the steps and towards the dance floor, most people breaking it down a little or couples seeming to sway back and forth enjoying the moment. “Is it a bad time to tell you I can’t dance?” I asked with a little chuckle as I’m led right into the middle of the dance floor, many pack members moving to the side to allow Alban and I some room. “Just lean into me and follow my
Once I was safely in Alban’s office with the blinds drawn, I allow the worried thoughts that been swirling around my brain to fully showcase on my face and mannerisms as I paced up and down, the dress seeing this as the perfect time to drop to the floor. Due to how large Alban was, his jacket had managed to cover my most sensitive parts as my dress lay on the floor at my feet. Alban who hadn’t noticed as he was covering the blinds soon turns and spots me standing only in his jacket, where he took a deep breath in biting his fists a little. “You better begin to talk baby, or you’ll be over that desk in a matter of seconds.” He growled out seeming to be fighting with his emotions whilst I stepped out of my ruined dress that lay on the floor, which sucked as I really liked that dress. “I appreciate that you thought on your feet to get us out of eyeshot but did you seriously, have to rip the dress, I liked it?!” I asked looking down at the once beautiful gown that lay in a heap on t
After the formal side of the ceremony had concluded, the party to celebrate my Lunaship began. The atmosphere was high and cheerful, each person sat with huge smiles on their faces and the most exotic drinks were served, some of the most delicious but also posh looking food handed out on gold plates and music blaring. Most of my time was spent speaking with so many pack members who offered me their congratulations but also expressed how excited they were for me to become Luna. Whilst the pack children ran over with beautiful cards they had made, going into this I thought I’d be riddled with anxiety due to who was watching but the longer the party continued, the more I forgot all about it. “I can’t believe you’re the Luna, a few years ago, mostly at those parties, I wouldn’t have expected you to be the Luna.” One of my old friends Harry laughs with an odd drink in his hands, whilst I just had to laugh recalling some of the memories of that time, most due to the amount of alcohol I
I was soon following Polly out of the bedroom and towards the grand staircase of Alban’s house, my dress getting held up a little as I walked down the steps. My mother and Lincoln stood at the bottom where she began to take many photos of him in his very smart suit, before all eyes turn to me walking down the steps where I’m met with the biggest of smiles. “You look beautiful Iris, when did my little sister grow up?” He asked leaving my mother and holding his hand out to help me down the final few steps, where I just had to smile shrugging my shoulders. “Honestly, I have no idea either, I remember us walking down the steps when I’d rope you and Alban into playing dress up with me and I somehow managed to persuade you to wear a dress.” I laughed recalling the times I’d make them have a tea party with me, even though they claimed they hated it, I know they loved eating all the treats our mother made for us. “Luckily mum was never around with a camera to capture those moments, I se
The way Polly held my eye contact answered all the many uncertainties surrounding the story I was told by Samual, I suppose I still had some doubts surrounding the facts, but with the look that sat on Polly’s face, it was as though she had seen a ghost. If I indeed knew all about the affair, her plotting to kill her own son and him escaping before she could do such a thing, it meant the entire pack was one step closer to finding out the truth. I had two options, tell her I knew everything, all the lies she had made everyone believe. But the only issue, it would be much harder for me to not tell her how it was I knew, I couldn’t openly tell her the son she wanted us all to believe was dead was sat in a cabin a few miles from here plotting her death! That would not only freak her out but she’d definitely, not act her normal self, I mean anyone in that position wouldn’t! Or my second option, play dumb and see if she’ll slip up and give me even more information by accident. “I know… w
Most of the time I like to have the chance to slowly wake up from my sleep, allow my mind time to get with the world a little bit before I’m forced into whatever the day entails. But today, the sounds of the curtains getting ripped open snap me from my dreamland stance, with all that happened yesterday with Samual, I was more on edge where my eyes snapped open in case of danger. But instead of finding Samual and his men, I found Polly and my mother wheeling things into the bedroom causing us much more destruction I believe Samual would. Alban groaning in annoyance whilst placing the pillow over his face told me he also wasn’t in the mood to deal with these women at this hour. “Alright up! We have so much we need to get done and do not have time for either of you to lay in bed!” Polly’s loud and obnoxious voice called throughout the bedroom, my ears ringing slightly as they were also not expecting to be bothered this early in the morning. “But the ceremony doesn’t start until 11:
“They’re going to try and kill Polly tomorrow?” Lincoln asked in a state of shock and worry, whilst I shook my head going to stand up straight, but I’m soon pulled right back so my head lay on Alban’s chest, I believe he needed me close so my scent would help calm him, or that destroyed cabin would soon see its last day with this angry Alpha’s rampage. “No, they were planning on killing her tomorrow, but I managed to persuade Samual to postpone it, I said the day should be about Alban and I and not Polly. He agreed but was sure to warn me of what the repercussions would be if I told Alban or anyone else.” I explained my eyes still going to the window as though Samual could see through the blinds and thick curtains around the windows. “He threatened you?” Alban growled taking that from my comment snapping me from my trance at the window, it was as though I knew someone was there. “He didn’t threaten me but was sure to remind me that he had eyes everywhere, all those men will be p
Once that terrifying sentence left my lips, I saw Alban freeze in place as though he was attempting to make what I said seem real. My body still shock as all that I remembered us talking about was fresh in my mind, but for Alban, he only growled lowly. “Are you certain that is who you were speaking with, could this have been some rouge claiming to be my brother?” He asked after a moment of silence, his eyes glazed over with anger the more he thought about it all. “It was him Alban, he knew things that only Samual would know. I knew you’d want conformation so when I left, I went in for a hug, smell my coat.” I sighed now disclosing my reasoning for that odd hug, where Alban wasted no time walking forward taking the biggest smell of my coat, the scent of his suspected dead brother lingering on me. “That bastard.” He growled out in a rage but quickly, unzips the coat and pulls it from my body throwing to the side, I don’t think he appreciated me smelling like another man especially