I feel utterly drained when I wake up the next day. I have a split headache. Thankfully, as I turn around on my bed, I see a small note on my side table saying, 'I thought you might need this when you wake up.' Then underneath the note sit two tablets of aspirin.Thank the moon goddess for Sandra.I pop them into my mouth and wash them down with the glass of water by the side of the table. I relax in bed for a few minutes before I get up to take a bath.I'm not sure I'll be able to speak to Harry today or ever again in my entire life. I soak up the soap bubbles in the bath tub, and memories of last night continue to flash in my head.There's no way I'll be able to forget it or push what happened to the back of my mind, so I just endure the pain of watching six men die in front of me because of me.I thought the doctor dying because of the information I gave Harry was the worst thing that could ever happen to me, but truly, this Causing six men to commit suicide right in front of me is
Harry's question spins around the room."Don't tell anyone what?" He repeats in an irritated tone this time as he walks into the room."If I wanted you to know, I wouldn't have told her not to tell anyone!" Courage drowns me as I move my food tray away and stand up from the bed.I said I wouldn't stress myself today. I said I wouldn't talk to Harry today, but here I am, doing both things.Harry's jaw tickled at my reply. I expect him to pester me for more answers, but his neck snaps over to Sandra."Tell me now." He commands in his alpha voice, and the room suddenly gets heavy.Since I've started to feel my wolf again, I get overwhelmed by his alpha dominance. Sandra isn't doing so well with it at all. She shrinks into herself in bed and squeezes the sheets."Alpha, I—""Whatever comes out of your mouth next must be the truth or else," the threat hangs in the air and suffocates both Sandra and me."The lady—""Sandra." I manage to cut her off in a sharp tone. She shakes her head at me
Two hours to the dinner of doom, and Sandra knocks on my door. I don't need to open the door to know that she's the one.Anyone other than her would just barge into my room like they owned the place. She's the only one who knocks lightly, then waits for my permission to come in.I grant her permission, and she enters the room. She's holding something—a dress. A scowl makes its way over her face as she walks over to me with a small smile playing on her lips."The Alpha wanted you to wear this." She lays the dress on my bed, and I grunt.I scooted over to the end of the bed, where I placed the dress—it's a transparent casing. I can tell that the color is black—Harry's new favorite color, that is.I've never seen him wear anything other than black since I started staying here. I wonder when he adopted that habit. It was probably around the same time he adopted the hobby of killing people for next to no reason.I slide down the zip to reveal the dress. It's a modern gown with shimmering
The closer I get to Harry, the more I'm able to make out the satisfied smirk on his face directed at me."Don't smirk at me." I grunt as I walk up the small steps into the temple.His smirk turns into a full-on grin, and I scowl. He doesn't make any attempt to stand up from the table; he rests his elbows against the table and intertwines his fingers.I drag the only other chair around the table and take a seat."The dress is a perfect fit." He says, and I'm not able to tell whether it is a compliment or a common observation."Don't talk to me." I raise my hand to stop him, and he snorts."Let's eat," he sighs, and I grunt as I turn my attention to the meal.He opens a tray, and the first course is barbecued shrimp. I frown, but I love these. How dare he serve what I love?I start to dig into the food ferociously, not minding his gaze on me. But eventually, I get irritated."What?" I snap at him."Nothing," he shrugs. I narrowed my eyes at his figure.We continue to eat, and all of a s
"One more time, remind me of what we're doing here." I asked Sandra, letting out a tired sigh afterwards."The Alpha wanted you to see how these people work here." She gestures all around us, causing me to frown.I was forced to wake up bright and early this morning and was dragged all the way to the soldier's training yard. Sandra said the newly turned wolves have started training.Now here I am, sitting alongside Sandra, watching teenagers listen to strong-headed adults insult their existence because they can't throw a punch well."Stop tucking your thumbs inside your fists!" One of the trainers yells at the boys, and they flinch. I do as well.Damn, they are not training them for the army. These are just kids."I'd rather do anything, literally anything, than be here," I tell Sandra, and she chuckles. "Well, that's not up to you." She tells me and I groan out in frustration. "Everything about this pack is just so tiring. How can you stand it?" I change the subject as I turn away
As Lauren walks away, Harry comes into view.Really? The day can't get any worse than this.He's wearing black, as always, but he's not dressed formally like he always is. He's wearing a blank tank top with black joggers.I see he's also here for training. His muscles are being flexed as he walks, and his aura is clouding the air. As he passes by people, they bow to him until he gets to Sandra and me.Sandra is respectful of him, so she does the needful. I don't do sh*t. He waits for me to acknowledge him, but instead, I drop down on the bed and fold my arms, pretending to be severely interested in what the youngsters are doing.It takes him a while to realize that I'm playing the ignoring game. But when he does, he clears his throat and dismisses Sandra.Once she's gone, he takes her space on the bench next to me, and I resist the urge to stand up just then and walk back to my room."How are you?" I hear him asking."I was fine before you kidnapped me and blackmailed me to stay in yo
Later that day, when I'm all alone in my room, I start to think.Harry isn't fit to be an alpha. He's cruel, merciless, and unfeeling. He only does things for his own benefit. He doesn't care who he hurts or how he hurts them.He's a terrible person, and he is so unremorseful concerning his actions. He needs to pay for all the things he has done and will continue to do.But I don't know how.I'm not sure what I can do in this situation. All I know is that if Harry continues to lead this pack, he will run it to the ground.That is, if he hasn't already done that.Everyone is scared of him, and they think all that he does is just. How can they even accept all the horrible things he does to them?It's probably because they are already used to it and fear him. But no more.These people should learn that they shouldn't be afraid of Harry. The only thing he has backing him up is his title and his wolf.Without those two things, he is nothing.Wait a second!Without his title and his power,
"But there was something between you guys. Before you left the pack. He was your boyfriend, wasn't he?" One of the students in the class asks.I turn around to face the source of the voice, and I see a scrawny little kid, maybe six or five, with two missing front teeth and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He has the cutest chubby cheeks and the weirdest bow-cut.From just looking at the cute kid, I can tell he's evil."Uh..." I say, at a loss for words.The little kid got me good."Answer the question, Ms. I'm-not-your-Luna. You and Alpha Harry were high school sweethearts, then he ditched you for that witch—""Simon! That's enough!" Denise snaps at the boy, and the other students laugh. The boy—Simon—still looks persistent as he scrunches up his face in feigned innocence."What? I'm just asking the pretty lady some questions." Simon whines, and I snort at 'pretty lady.'This little kid has some rizz. He reminds me of Dylan. My cunning little genius. Nothing gets past that child. It's