CRONUS (Charmer of Females)

Alpha Cronus

~{Qiyara - 15 years old}~

"I hate you!" The words rip past my throat in a high pitched holler as I struggle to breathe amid my boisterous uncontrollable weeping. Tears run in rivulets down my cheeks as I scurry into my house while my brother slams the car door shut behind me striving to retain his surging rage.

"My goodness, why have you made your sister cry again Avi?" Mom hurries towards me her concerned eyes studying my tear-stained face. She always gets unsettled each time I cry for I am the type of female who does not get upset unless I have a valid reason to.

"Your female truly is the definition of a nuisance," Avi snarls baring his pointed canines at me as he agitatedly paces around the hallway watching me with those faintly cruel dark brown orbs that reveal to me just how much I have angered him this time.

"Not as much as a nuisance as you," I reply wiping my tears away with the rear of my trembling palms earning a vociferous growl of warning from him in return one that reverberates all around us causing the french windows to rattle.

"You will not speak to me that way. I am your Alpha, Qiyara." The harshness in his rumbling voice has me visibly flinch back and nestle into mom's side seeking shelter for I am a bit apprehensive to face his wrath.

"Stop this both of you," Mom yells with irritation and both Avi and I are swift to seal our mouths eyeing each other with bitter gazes. "What is the reason for this?"

"Try to guess mother, the reason why this is happening," Avi mutters beneath his breath and I peer down at my feet knowing where this is heading. It takes a few seconds for mom to understand the underlying meaning he hinted at.

"Did you...did you go to that party Qiyara?" Mom asks with slight doubt in the tone of her voice and my shoulders sag to the upsetness I feel radiating from her being.

"Mom I-I just-"

"Yes, indeed she went to that party, got utterly wasted and of course the best part was that she permitted that Britto male to shove his vile tongue down her throat."

"I did not allow him to do that whatsoever! I only let him kiss me I swear it." I squeal out with a shake of my head wanting to explain myself seeking to lessen the cutting tension in the room that is ascending.

"What?!" Mom's eyes broaden to my brother's truth and she scowls at me with reprimanding and disappointment.

"Some of the other juveniles have taken pictures of what occurred on their phones. I need to hunt them down and demand them to delete them."

"Oh, goddess." Mother exclaims wearily glimpsing at me with disbelief.

"I was just enjoying myself like the rest of the juveniles but Avi chose to embarrass me as he always does. He punched Britto bloody mom several times in fact, why did you have to do that Avi? Why did you have to hit him like that?" I shriek tears once more climbing to the surface as my mind brings forth several images of a senseless bleeding Britto. It is the same as always, this male too shall neither look at me nor talk to me ever again. This is how it always has been, is and will be. I am forced to save myself for my mate in every way I cannot experience even a little fun as the other juveniles do. I do not know if all this is for me or because Avi is the Alpha.

"Did you just seriously just ask me why?" He bellows.

"You mustn't tarnish your name, Qiyara. Your wolf shall be birthed in the upcoming years and you will find your male soon. Is this truly how you wish to behave? I warned you several times not to attend this party and you go ahead and do so ?" Mom voices her truth as I clench my jerky hands into tight fists my nails digging into the supple flesh of my inner palms.