More Than An Alpha

Betrayal

What I felt at that moment was something that I could never be able to explain to someone in enough detail.

First came the anger then the sense of betrayal followed by a new level of grief. Just as I thought my life was getting back on track a new bomb falls and disrupts my somewhat happy life.

I crumbled to the floor, my legs giving out on me.

Marie panicked, fluttering her hands all over me trying to figure out what was wrong. I was in a daze, this was just a dream I thought, over and over but the feeling of me slipping into a dark abyss didn't falter. Out of the corner of my eye, Marie brought a glass of water to my lips, coaxing me to drink but I turned my head away. Something wet hit my hand, I looked down to see a single teardrop.

Slowly some of the pieces fell together as I analysed his behaviour. The first day I arrived he was a nervous wreck when he found out who my father was. I'd just dismissed it as concern over my well being, not guilt. The promise of killing the person who murdered my parents hadn't been brought up again, he wasn't the type of person to let things go. He held grudges and saw them through. Then at the trial he was so confident that I wasn't guilty, at first I thought it was just my mate supporting me but now knowing what I did I realised he was too confident. It was the confidence of someone who knew for a fact that I was innocent as if he were there himself. Maybe he was. My mind was too foggy now to recall any other details I could've missed.

I laughed. Then I laughed some more, it was loud and jaunty but there was no real joy in me. Of course, this would all happen to me, just when I thought things couldn't get worse the world just shits right on me. Right where it hurts the most.

I heard a scuffle followed by shouting then a pair of arms wrapped around me, but all I felt for them was nothing. They were the arms that were meant to bring me joy and happiness but how could I let them do that when I knew what they were capable of. What they did to me.

"What's wrong?" he breathed harshly in my ear.

I could hear the fear and worry in his voice.

I moved, angling my body away and looked at Osckar with a fresh pair of eyes. He looked hurt that I pulled away but more importantly he looked concerned. How could he do that? How could he pretend he didn't kill my parents? Did he sleep well at night knowing that he killed both my parents?

He must have seen something in my eyes because he moved back giving me space. Somehow I found the strength to stand up, anger welling up inside of me.

"How could you?" I asked, my voice trembled. "How could you kill them and keep it from me?"

It took everything in me not to rip out his throat and coat this hallway in his blood.

Osckar's jaw went tight and his eyes hardened. That hurt even more.

"Answer me!" I screamed.

"When I sent out the kill squad," I flinched at his choice of words, "I had no idea they were your parents, all I knew was that someone wanted them dead and I was willing to comply."

My heart squeezed painfully, he didn't consider that they would leave someone behind. He didn't think about them having people who would miss them and love them. I knew this was what he did. That he'd killed without mercilessly in the past but this. This was ok.

"So without thinking it through you ordered them to kill my parents," I said through my teeth keeping my cool. I needed answers.

"No," he shook his head "That's not what I'm saying. You don't understand that my orders came from some very powerful people that I don't want to mess with. So I did what they wanted and in return, my pack gets protection and enhanced strength."