Alpha's Pup(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 8: Past Catches Up

Your POV:

As the knock echoed through the house a few guards instantly surrounded the kitchen. My mother grabbed me and pulled me behind her growling. Liza held my hand next to me, holding it protectively.

Footsteps came banging on the floor as multiple were heard. The guards voice covered all the silence.

"An unwanted alpha has arrived." He announced.

8 guards dragged a hooded figure in and I looked down this figure. They looked very powerful and I heard Liza submit to the alpha. Liza came from a different pack, maybe th-MATE

MATE
MATE
MATE
MATE

The voice screamed in my head and the guards tore the hood off her head. She looked ashamed. She looked broken. An alpha was never allowed to look like that unless in private with their mate. She stared at the ground as a growl escapee my mother's lips.

"Why are you here?" Her voice thick with power.

"I-m Laure Jaur-regui ma'am. I-I'm alp-pha of the-the pack. I wan-nna say sorrrry to Y/N." I shook my head not wanting to be called again.

Liza gently tugged on my hand and I hugged her keeping my head away from the sight of Lauren.

"She does not wish to see you." My mother retorted.

"Please ma'am." Lauren begged.

My wolf was going crazy making noises, practically scratching inside me to be realised. I kept control and held Liza tight. Water flooded my eyes as she covered my ears.

"Lauren Jauregui. I get that you may be alpha but you will not disrespect my daughter in your home or ours. Coming un-announced when our alpha is out without warning can be a huge crime. I will not press charges if you leave right now." The growl and temper of my mother was evident and trust me. You don't argue.

"I'm sorry Y/N." She said quietly.

I felt the floor vibrate slightly, letting me know she had gone. Liza kissed my head as I rushed to my mother. I broke down into tears, my mate was sorry but also hurt me. She hurt me.

A few hours passed and I was laid on Liza as she watched TV on the couch. She was quite strong, although she told me I was way too light weight. Liza kept her hand stroking my fur, the delicate fingers traced patterns. My mind was in many placed but she helped me relax.

"Y/N?" I heard a voice call from the front door.

I perked up a little, hearing my father but made no actual effort to move. He came in the room and smiled seeing me in a warm blanket on Liza. He said hello to Liza then walked to the kitchen. We continued to watch TV till I heard my parents argue.

"You have to tell her." My mother begged.

"No. She isn't ready." Father argued.

"She has a right to know. She is already mentally scarred. You know this from te constant changing of sheets during the night. Then the incapability to be left alone. She isn't a strong cub but hell, she deserves the right to know everything. And I mean EVERYTHING." My mother yelled.

"What weren't they telling me?" I whispered to myself.

"Y/N?" Liza asked.

I pretended to be asleep, not wanting to deal with it all.