Tied To The Alpha (#2 New Moon)

Chapter Three

Stella guided me through the forest to 'our' father's pack house. My father was an Alpha. That was something I knew from a very long time ago.

I shuddered as I thought about what I was actually doing. I was going to see my father. The man who hurt my mother.

A part of me was excited and happy to see my father and learn about my animalistic side, but the other part of me dreads it all.

"Ready?"

"Hmm." I looked up to see Stella staring at me. "Oh, um, we're here?"

"Nearly."

I licked my lips although it wasn't dry. Anticipation washed over me.

"It's okay." Her hand was suddenly on my arm. As if she felt the uneasiness that swept through me.

I nodded.

"Okay." The words left her mouth but I hardly heard it. She felt awkward. Totally understandable since I felt the same.

As we walked for another five minutes, a huge mansion was now in our sight.

"Is that..."

"Yes." She smiled.

"Oh my god." I gasped. He had money. Okay. I knew that. But I didn't know that it was this much.

There were two huge black metal gates in front of the mansion. A tall wall, that seemed like the Great Wall Of China, surrounded the pack house. Guards also stood by the gates. Two tall, ripped men. One with a beard and dark brown eyes. The other had no beard and light blue eyes.

"Alpha Maristela," The guards bowed slightly. She smiled at them.

The one guard sniffed me. "Rogue."

"No." Stella interjected. "You wouldn't lay a paw on her if you knew who she was."

I hid behind her, scared of what they'd do to me.

"What could possibly be important about a rogue?" The one with a beard said.

"Wait." The guard with blue eyes said. "I sense . . . power. This is not an ordinary rogue. She's different."

Stella crossed her arms. "Exactly."

The guards glared at me as I followed Stella through. "Don't worry about them." She told me.

"Okay." I dragged the 'o'.

Before we could enter the mansion, another uneasy wave washed through me. I fell to my knees. That wave that washed through me was . . . power.

A man walked out from the mansion. His hair brushed to the side, casual clothes, muscular as hell. Everyone here was ripped. But this guy was bigger than the others.

"Stella," His voice was deep. "Why is there a rogue here?"

"She's not a rogue. She's. . ." Stella seemed scared to finish her sentence.

My eyes were locked on to the man standing before me. There was something familiar about him. He looked so...

Now it all made sense.

I looked just like him. And I think he began to release too as his eyes widened. I got up from the ground, resisting the power that pushed me down. I groaned. My head hurt as I fought the command. "I'm not a rogue. I'm your daughter." I stood up straight and strong, using my own power.

His shocked quickly changed into anger. "Is she here?" He asked Maristela.

She shook her head. "No."