A Mystery Or A History 

Chapter 5 

Sansa's pov 

"Please put a stop to them!" She begged, but Samuel remained silent, unwilling to speak when Father Raven was dying.

"Say you love me," harsh Samuel asked, which she despised accepting.

It was difficult for a woman to speak such things to the alpha, who she despised and who was about to destroy her family right in front of her eyes. My father would have died in a minute if another minute had gone.

"I love you," her eyes were focused on my father when she confessed to the merciless Alpha Samuel.

"I can't feel you, baby," he said, Samuel grumbled in a pleasant tone. 

With a heavy heart and a broken voice, the woman turned her sorrowful look to Samuel and murmured, "I love you, Samuel." 

Samuel's grin did not fade as he accomplished something impossible for him.

Samuel leaned in closer to her as he gently stroked her face and moved her hair away from her face. When she didn't move an inch and had given up on escaping from him. 

When Raven was being attacked by werewolves, Samuel kissed her passionately as her gaze was locked on her bloodied husband.

The silence was dancing to the beat of the wickedness, and tears of anguish flowed like a river. Emotions were forced to prison. A small breeze could push them over the edge, and I could tell how weak they got after fighting like a warrior, wounded, and ripped, but still breathing, by seeing their helplessness.

They were both speaking with their gaze, and another tear dropped from her eye as cruel Alpha Samuel refused to let her lips go. She tightened her fist but couldn't get away from the man he despised the most.

When my father never told me about his secret affair, she was an example of pure love. Or he told me, but I was too little to understand?

"Leave her alone, you jerk," angry father Raven said as he gathered the guts to rise.

Alpha was a cruel character. Samuel became a trauma for me when I was expecting to be rid of him as quickly as possible, but the time he retained in his hands was a source of anxiety for me. My heart was beating fast, and I was terrified of the nasty Samuel.

When cruel Alpha Samuel saw Father Raven, he disengaged his lips from hers and began to chuckle.

"Stop it," nasty Samuel yelled. 

The merciless Alpha gripped her chin with his right hand and assessed a minor injury on her left cheek that occurred when he yanked her hair.

"If you had said that before, things would have been different, but I am glad you accepted the truth before any destruction, good girl," he boasted. 

 Father Raven was attempting to approach the woman while being held back by his men. When her sad eyes screamed for rescue, the woman said nothing. 

When it came to saving the unborn, Father Raven was at a loss for words.

When wicked Samuel was carrying the woman away from Father Raven, their eyes were fixated on each other.

_BANG_! _BANG_!! 

When the bullets shredded their hearts, all the pack members were on the floor in an instant, shuddering in misery, and some of them began coughing blood. Except for Samuel, they all got shot. He was taken aback and searched for the shooter.

_Footsteps_ 

 "Looking for me?" Grandfather Falkor emerged from the bush, holding a hefty rifle and his swagger was out of this world, wearing his favorite hat on his head, a long black fine coat, and pants.

Grandfather Falkor was walking slowly in the middle, a cigar between his lips, and a triumphant look on his face.

Samuel realized he was alone and became a little hesitant to witness the savage hunter of his time, Falkor Grant, who terrified all the races.

A completely turned werewolf jumped on Grandfather Falkor without even looking at his left side, and he shot the wolf with the perfect aim, bluesy, straight through its heart. The wolf died in the air and flipped to the ground.

"Dogs can't be changed, they chase after their tails," my Grandfather Falkor grinned.

My father, like me, was astounded to see my grandfather. He was my only hope of seeing my father alive and avoiding the harsh Alpha Samuel.

My father and grandfather appeared to have aged in reverse, as they both looked remarkably young. 

Grandfather Falkor observed my father's injury but said nothing when my father avoided eye contact with him.

"You have to pay the price for killing my man Falkor," Samuel yelled angrily, despite his fear on the inside. 

Grandfather Falkor began to laugh aloud. Samuel ran and was about to strike Grandfather when I noticed another man throw Samuel away before he touched Grandfather Falkor.

"Not so fast," another assailant whispered to Samuel as Samuel collapsed on the floor. A familiar voice reached my ear, and my mind raced with numerous ideas.

I smelled his scent, which was incredible for me, even if I was praying that he wasn't right there while I had doubts that he was right there in front of my eyes. When Alpha Xavier turned over to face me, my eyes were wide open.

Xavier Ronan, the Alpha of the Oak pack, who claimed me as his bride by force on my wedding day, by the law, pronouncement of wonder.

I had to abandon my first love, Logan, because of Xavier; I had to accept Xavier by force to preserve Logan.

When he held me hostage, in his massive mansion, I felt like a sparrow trapped in a cage. He was the meanest, most manipulative, toxic, domineering, psychopath, and cruelest Alpha I had ever seen.

Alpha Xavier appeared to be 21 years old, with medium-length hair, a clean shave, blue eyes, and the most terrifying and angry grimace on his face.

He began to walk in my direction, making me even more apprehensive; I never wanted to see him again, but why was Alpha Xavier there? What was his relationship with my father? 

My heart was rushing faster with each stride he took toward me as if he could see me. As he got closer, I took four steps back and smacked into the tree.