Chapter 7

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Sasha's POV

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The next few days I haven't really done anything. James and Eric had pack business to attend. They had a meeting with a few other Alphas from surrounding packs. I took care of the rest of the pack's business and then I just hung out at Elenor's house. Currently I am sitting in my mates' room, sulking and smelling their old t-shirts, trying to calm down.

Elenor walked in and laid down next to me on the king size bed. "Are you hungry? I made your favorite," she asked with a hopeful glint in her eye. Ever since we buried dad I haven't eaten anything at all. It didn't help that Eric and James aren't here. "You fixed an eight layer lasagna? In just two hours," she gave a proud nod, ejecting a small chuckle from me.

I haven't really heard from Erin since the funeral. I'll have to text her later, meanwhile, I have an eight layer lasagna to eat. "Alright, but only since I know it took more than two hours to make. Ok," I gave a questioning look. She gave a victorious nod and an over joyed smiled. We got up and walked downstairs, well, I walked and Elanor skipped. I swear she is a five year old trapped in an adult woman's body sometimes.

I sat on the bar stool while El made me a plate of food. "El, why are you so nice to me," the question popping up out of the blue. She looked up at me with shock clearly written on her face. "Sweetie, I care, because I've seen you around town, all sad and depressed. The occasional bruise on your face and nobody to care. That and I did babysit you, but really your father was the only person to care and now he's gone. I care, because if I don't nobody will. Ok," she finished with a question. Ugh. I hate when people only care because they think they have to. "I don't want to burden anyone. And I hate it when people make it a duty to care for me. I beat myself up over it every day," tears are brimming my eyes.
"Oh sweetie. I'm sorry, but you shouldn't feel like a burden. You are the brightest, cutest, and most honest girl I've ever met. Where did the little girl that would carry my giant purse and my huge jar of vitamins like she was the boss go, where did she go," she paused, an uncomfortable silence resting over us, "Do you remember when I use to watch you and you would always tell me your problems," I nodded my head and looked down in shame, embarrassment, and astonishment. Astonishment at how she could remember that, embarrassment from her bringing it up, and shame from stooping this low. I'm going through an emotional turmoil, between falling into a deeper depression or allowing myself the joy I know I could have with my boys. "Look at me, Sash. Please," her voice calm and pleading. I looked up with a stray tear falling down, giving my cheek a river of kisses. She grabbed my chin with her index finger and lifted it up to meet her eyes. "You're the daughter I never had. And trust me when I say I wanted a little girl running around. When I would babysit you, I considered you my own. I know what your mother does to you. She did behind your father's back too."

She walked over to the plate she was currently working on and began to eat. "I'm sorry," I had finished my plate so I had no reason to stay, "I should go. The food was great. Thank you." I put my plate in the sink and ran up to James' room, grabbed my bag and jumped out the window. All so that El didn't keep me. I know if she could she would, she already has me. I'm her sons' mate. She is literally the mother I never had.

I walked to the edge of the neighbor hood and at the peak of the woods. Taking a deep breathe I took a step forward, into the shadowy forest. It seemed as if the trees were reaching out to grab me, but it is just my mind playing tricks on me. About one hundred paces in I stripped my body of my clothes and shifted. My black wolf, giant in frame, intimidating in looks, and scary over all. I think the only person not scared of me is Chary. She is a five year old obsessed with wolves and the other reason being is that she is an Alpha, well, Alpha's daughter.

I grab my bag in between my teeth and take off. Dodging and jumping over trees. My fur bristling in the fierce, defensive wind. Elanor is the nicest person, aside from Jamie, to ever respect me for me. Not because I am an Alpha or any other reason, other than her choosing to. If I had to pick my power over my family, family would win. If I could give up my old life, for one with a loving caring mother in it, it would be done in a heartbeat.

My wolf led me to the pack house. At the treeline I shift, change into my clothes and enter the old Victorian house. Head held high, I notice many children running around playing and their mother's multitasking. Watching them and conversing. I walk up to my Beta, William's, office. Taking up much of his desk space, was a multitude of paperwork, most likely meant for the Alpha.

Lifting his head up from a couple of papers he greeted me with a nod and "Alpha". Nodding back I walk up behind him and sneak a peek over what he looks so trouble about.

This is William^^^^^^^^Dwayne Johnson

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This is William^^^^^^^^Dwayne Johnson

At the top of the paper, it read- Offer/ Agreement of Alpha Elliot and Alpha Reed. My heart hammered in my chest, however, it also stopped beating. My body tensing at the words and my breathe catching in my lungs. "Have you decided what to do yet? Alpha Elliot stopped by, requesting to see you again. I turned him down, told him you were not here," I released the breathe I've been holding. "No, Eric and James are currently in another territory discussing recent Rogue actions. I can't just call and say 'Hey, can I bare another Alpha's pup?' over the phone." He gave an understanding nod. Leaving me be. I grabbed a handful of papers and walked out in the hall. The hardwood floor clicking underneath my black and blue Converse. The white walls held the occasional doodle of a young pup.

My dark oak doors sat at the end of the hall, my office was sound proof for the meetings to be held. They also help in other things. Smiling wickedly at the thought of what else they are good for, I entered my office. Two brown leather chairs sit in front of my desk, one couch to my right of them, and another on the left of them. I have a wall full of books facing my desk, a portrait of my grandparents above it and a giant bay window behind my desk chair. I guess you could say I could live here, I might get a mini fridge placed by the window, just for those late nights spent at work. I basically have a well furnished office, where as William has a slightly smaller office and only two chairs and a couch. He could do more with it, but simply says he needs an excuse to go home.

Sitting down, I begin to read the important documents concerning pack business, borders, and population, along with many other things. The pack's border patrol needs doubled, and we need to get shipments to our businesses, otherwise, we'll have marketing issues, then I have to make sure the school here is getting proper funding and that the children in my pack are being properly educated. I have my work cut out for me, but I still have to take into consideration that I go to a human school. A lot of us do, it saves money and gas. Many of the adults in the pack go to human towns, work human jobs and a few even live with humans. It's about noon, I have til 3:25 to leave and then I can come back around midnight, stay til 3 in the morning. Ah, the life of an Alpha female.

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