Feral Lust (Feral Souls Series - I) (18+) [Currently Editing]

twelve.

The pack-house was a flurry of activity; all the members running around the premises as frantic balls of energy, eager to do the Luna's biding. Greta had everyone preparing for her son's arrival even though there was still a little more than a week left for him to get back.

Waiting to see the one for whom Xavier had abandoned them in the past, the feelings of pack-members were divided – some positive and some negative.

However, Celeste was as indifferent as they came. She, in fact, was the least bothered to even participate in the buzz, let alone know the name of the Alpha's son. She had set up a routine of her own where she would go to the dungeons, keep to the darkest corners and try to feel satisfied looking at the two men who had been the reason for her torment. She couldn't, nevertheless, feel any joy from seeing them tortured and treated like filth. All she felt was as though her chest had been hollowed out and the empty space had lost its ability to be refilled with any other emotion.

She realized it was because of her mother. She hated her, hated Xavier and his too-good-to-be-true wife but most of all, she despised the infamous heir because of whom everything had to come to a point that Ben had to be fought and her father had to pay the price of a coward's timorousness. Everyone, it seemed, had become an object of loathing for her. She wanted her old life, her old self back but wishing did her no good.

By the evening, she was enraged more than usual when she heard that Greta was going over the top preparing for her son. Apparently, the latent heir had been through a lot. He had only lost his girlfriend, who wasn't even his mate, to a vampire.

It was a futile task for her to comprehend how anyone could compare all of what her father's pack of rogues had gone through to the heir's measly misery. She wasn't even including what she had faced.

No one had even celebrated the victory properly let alone mourn over their lost warriors. Tyra had a similar mindset but unlike Celeste, she knew better than to voice her opinions on the newly changed command.

"I don't understand what's so extraordinary about him," Celeste said, passing through the kitchens where Greta was discussing about the heir's favourite food with the pack-chef.

"No one even held a memorial for our lost ones." She continued growling in anger which resulted in bringing Greta out of the kitchen.

"Is anything the problem, my dear?" The old woman asked.

Tyra shook her head, squeezing Celeste's hand, requesting her to remain quiet as the woman in front of them was their Luna. But Celeste, seething in fury, was having none of it. She took an intimidating step towards Greta, except it didn't faze the Luna by much.

"What is so special about your son's anguish?" She asked.

Greta's eyes widened by a fraction; surprised by the unexpected question. Composing herself, she replied calmly, "My son didn't know he was a wolf and he didn't even know that he had such a big family of his own. He lost his girlfriend and-"

Celeste interrupted her, "Dominic and many others lost their parents, many of the parents lost their cubs. My father lost his ability to shift or even walk. Where were you when we were mourning them? Where were you when we won? Where were you when we had been captured? You call us your son's family? Where were you when you and your mate abandoned our pack to fend for ourselves against our biggest enemies? Your weakling of a son doesn't even know the meaning of hurt or pain but do not worry my dear Luna, I will make sure he does."

Without waiting for a reply, she exposed her fangs, making Greta take a stumbling step back. Then she walked past the pack members, including her mother, who had gathered around. Colina tried to stop her, but Celeste brushed past her.