"My...brother", I sobbed into his chest while he continued to hold me from falling.
There is a slight commotion as the arms around me are shifted and I am into my mate's arms all safe and secure.
I feel lost like really lost.
I continue to cry which earns me sweet nothings whispered into my ears too which my brother growls.
I pacify myself and then realize that we need to talk.
"We have to get out of here first", I murmur against Knox' chest.
He hums in response taking in my scent to calm himself down. As if on cue I hear laughing maniacal laughing full of malice. I look at my brother who seems to have sobered up by now.
"Not so fast little champ."
"How come I didn't know about you until today?" I finally ask.
My questions seem to have stumped him off guard completely. He looks at me in utter disbelief. My confused face seems to have settled his demons because he sighs deeply.
"Those fuckers," he mutters under his breath.
He looks at both me and Knox and then shakes his head while guiding us outside that reeking dungeon which reminds me that we are nowhere near our pack land.
I and Knox were in a room away from the dungeons on the second floor of the house. The room was comfy and just how I like it. Also, I thought that Knox might ask for a different room but when he simply followed me into the first room I entered I got the idea that we both need to talk and clarify many things. I for one, am actually confused as to why we were put in the dungeons in the first place? Chained like prisoners when he knew that I was his sister. I even learned his name–Tristan.
I just felt the family bond when I touched him. It is weird but yes I felt this strange connection with him but the sad part is that I actually don't remember anything about us ....nothing. Because that is way too strange to even think that you have an elder brother about whom you had no idea about. I had to clear my mind first and so I decided to take a shower and changed into my own clothes. Don't even ask me how they got my bag over here.
Werewolf creeps.
The other bathroom door creaked open and out came Knox. Fresh from a cold shower that too during chilling winter.
I looked at him or rather particularly his chiseled abs and the V. God I have got hots for my mate's body. He caught me staring but I'd rather call it admiring.
He walks towards me in a predatory way. This was enough to heighten all my wolf senses and send my heart into a thudding frenzy. The things this Alpha does to me.
He looked at me with great longing and I could tell that he was in the same state that I was. Facing our demons. But I knew that we had to move on sooner or later. I took a step forward but he took many steps back.
It did hurt in every sense. But the memories of that day came into my head and I realized that even I was wronged in the first place and so he cannot go judgemental on my ass. I clenched my fist. I may have accepted him as my mate but I was far from forgiving him.
At least I needed a proper explanation for his words. I had many questions and trust me I couldn't wait anymore.
He was looking at me with a forlorn expression. His gaze held so much intensity I felt as if I was burning with desire, longing, lust, and need.
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My Angry Alpha √
Werewolf#3 in werewolf on 09/07/2017 Everything is going on fine in Anouk's life. Being a werewolf has its own perks. School, friends, pack work and waiting for her mate is all she has on her plate right now. But what happens when the to be Alpha - Knox Mer...
