CHAPTER SEVEN

Hardin’S  POV

Wilma was buried today. She has finally been put six feet and I can only hope that her soul rests in perfect peace. 

I loved Wilma. 

From the first day I saw her, I knew she was the one. I got a whiff of the pheromone she emitted and it attracted me to her. Since then, I have never understood how come she was not my mate. It is known that a Shewolf emits a pheromone that only her mate can perceive. That day when I first saw Wilma, her pheromone attracted me and I had expected my wolf, Adam, to jump around and announce the word “mate” in my mind but he didn’t. Instead, he had told me she wasn’t our mate, but I couldn’t resist the pheromone I smelled on her, so I spoke to her after which we started meeting more frequently and Adam eventually learned to like her too.

When Wilma found her mate, she didn’t hesitate to reject him and I was beyond grateful. I loved her very much, so I promised her that I was going to reject my own mate the day I would find her and I did just that, but she got killed.

I loved Wilma, she was strong, ambitious, caring and a goal getter. She never hesitated to fight for what she wanted and she always won. Those were one of the traits that made me love her all the more. She would have made a perfect Luna.

Reign has ruined everything for me by killing Wilma. All the plans I had for us have gone into abyss. I can no longer marry her and we can no longer have the beautiful pups we always dreamed of having.

Everything is ruined!

“Damn you Reign!” I scream as I angrily throw the glass I was holding in my hand and its  shattered pieces spread across the floor. 

I can feel anger rise in me as my eyes turn yellow and my fingers partially transform into paws. I walk over to the sitting area where I lift up the couches and angrily throw them against the wall, caring less about the ruckus I’m causing in the living room.   I walk over to the flat screen TV and angrily push it down from the cupboard. A few servants rush into the living room but none of them has the courage to approach or try to stop me. They very well know what they’ll be getting themselves into if they attempt to do that.

I scream in fury  as I pick up the glass table at the center and angrily shoot it at the wall. I’m so mad right now, I feel murderous. The anger boiling in my heart is so hot that I can’t help but act it out.

“Hardin!” Someone calls from the door and I turn around only to see my Beta, Miguel walking towards me.

“Miguel, stay away from me” I shout in anger but he doesn’t obey, instead, he walks closer to me.

“Hardin, you have to calm down” He urges as he walks closer to me. Right now I’m not in my right self. My wolf, Adam, has taken over me and he’s not the type to recognize friends or family when he is mad. If Miguel is not careful, I’m going to hurt him really bad.

“Hardin you need to calm down”  He repeats and the moment his hand touches my shoulder from behind, I quickly spin around and pick him up by the collar, tossing him to the wall like he weighs nothing. The moment he lands on the ground, he hastily wakes up and straightens up himself.

I am Alpha and I am ten times bigger, stronger and fiercer than he can ever be. 

“Everyone get out of here.” He orders and the servants rush out of the living room.

“Miguel, I have asked you to leave, I don’t want to hurt you.” I warn, breathing hard.

“I’d rather have you torture me all day than let you give yourself to that anger that’s boiling in you. Hardin, you need to come back to your right mind!” He scolds and I can see his eyes turn yellow as well and his fingers transform to paws. 

We are about to have one of the many Alpha-Beta fights we have always had in the past. 

“Then I guess you have signed up for another jaw breaking experience.” I sneer as I rush over to him and lounge my paws at his face but he dodges before I can get to him.

“Hardin!” He calls in anger and I lounge towards him again and this time around, I pick up by the left arm and throw him against the wall once more but he lands on his feet and rushes towards me. He balls his paws into a fist and connects with my right cheek and I double over before gaining my balance again.

“Hardin, we don’t have to do this”

He says panting and without warning and I fly on his body and tackle him to the ground. I sink my canines into his neck and he lets out a loud, painful howl as he topples me over and pins me down. I use all my force to jerk him off my body and he falls down. I pick up part of the couch I had broken a while ago and creep over to him, he picks up his own piece and surprisingly, simultaneously, we both hit each other with the broken wood and collapse on the floor beside each other. 

After a long moment of silence, we both sit upright and I can feel the anger in my heart subside. I look at Miguel and notice that he has a bleeding wound on his forehead and I shake my head.

Some old habits never die. 

We have always had these duel sessions before settling an issue since we were kids.

“Your forehead is bleeding” I point out.

“And so is your right temple” He points out equally and I touch my right temple. When I look at my fingers, I see blood on them and shake my head.

This is crazy. We are both crazy.

“Hardin, I understand that you are hurt, but letting your wolf control you all day is not what’s good for you, for the entire pack. You need to put your shit together, remember you are not just any ordinary wolf, you are our Alpha and having you in a bad state is very detrimental to us. We need you man”

“I miss her.” I cry.

“We all do.”

“Dang it ! I hate Reign for doing this to me. I hate her so much that I wish I could I could just kill her”

“But you can’t, remember the rule you made, murder is punishable by death in this pack. Besides, it’s an abomination for a werewolf to kill his own mate”

“How many times do I need to tell you that Reign is not my mate?”

“And how many times do I have to tell you that you can never change the truth?” 

I look at him in total disbelief and shake my head.

“Like I said before, until I find concrete evidence to prove Reign guilty, she remains innocent to me”

“I don’t want to have this conversation with you Miguel”

“Ne neither, now get your ass up, put your shit together and behave like the Alpha you are. You are no cry baby. You need to be strong and rule like the king you are, regardless of what you are going through.” He says as gets up from the floor. “I’m going to tell Megan you did this to me, I’ll make sure she comes here and gives you the scolding of your life tonight” He says as he leaves.

Megan is my cousin and she’s his mate. She’s a bad boss lady and if Miguel tells her what I did, I’ll be sure to get the scolding of my life today.

I tiredly sit up from the floor and take the flight of stairs leading to my room upstairs. 

Miguel is right. I’m the Alpha and I need to be strong for my pack no matter what. Wilma is dead and gone, I need to move on and continue to rule my pack like the great Alpha I am.

I need to put my shit together like Miguel rightly said.