THE ORACLE: Queen of Rogues

Release [17]

My eyes stuck to the golden suit wearing, white-haired figure. The look in his eyes, a look I knew all too well. How did he find me? Did he know I was mated to his brother? Did he care?

He wiped off the imaginary dirt from his suit, then waltzed his way over to us with an air of confidence. Kreed let a warning growl out at his brothers closeness.

Charles tsked, "now, now, brother," he smirked, "do you not know who this is?" His hand came out, twirling a piece of my hair with his fingers. Kreed swiped at his brothers arm.

With barred teeth, Kreed pushed me behind him, "this is my mate."

Charles began to look at his fingernails, as if it were the most important thing in the world, "actually, I was going to say she was the girl who killed our sister," his eyes coming back to me.

Kreed let out another warning growl, but Charles continued on, "technically, brother, I could have you arrested for aiding a criminal," he said so casually.

I could tell Kreed wanted to launch at his brother and rip his throat out, but I had all the answers, I could stop this. Kreed and I could be left alone and live happily. I put my hand on Kreed's shoulder, motioning to move from in front of me. His eyes flashed but even his lycan knew to trust me.

I took in a gulp of air, "I know what happened to Rachel, but I didn't kill her." I took a moment to grasp Kreed's expression of confusion and hurt. I knew he was wondering why I didn't say anything before, but how could I when he wouldn't talk to me. "She was taken by your mother and grew up as a-"

The loud growl that escaped Charles caused me to stop the tale, "Stop," he sneered. He then looked towards Kreed, "how are we to know if she lies, brother," he then turned back to me, "you'll give us your information in front of the board of Power Pack."

Kreed moved forward slightly and caught his brothers arm, "I want to know now". The intense glaring between the two was electrifying. Both full of strength and power. Both, lost souls. Both, wished to know of their little sister. The silent words that spoke through their eyes was enough for me to begin again. I knew words wouldn't do Rachel justice. They needed to see it themselves, the warrior that came to be. Alexandra.

With the night sky now surrounding us, and the moon at its peak, I grabbed the hands of the two brothers and let my visions flow.

Rachel's mother moved slowly around her room, watching as her baby girl slept so gently. Her white hair shined in the moonlight casting in from the window. The sudden beep of her phone took her attention away from Rachel. Her eyes scanned the name that appeared on her screen, her heart beat starting to elevate. Her shaking hands picked the phone up, clicking the answer button.

"Where are you?" An unknown Male voice sounded

Tears started to fall from the white haired beauty, "I can't leave without her, Damien."

The man sighed, "bring her. We'll deal with it later, just get out already."

A smile graced her face. She agreed, then went to grab her already packed bag, stuffing in some clothes for her baby girl. Once she was done she took a quick look to the room where she had made so many memories. The room where all her children once slept. Oh how she wished she could stay and watch them grow, but she made a mistake. A mistake that her mate would never forgive her for; so she ran.

Months have passed since Jane, Rachel's mother, had left her pack and her family behind. The small cottage she now lives in reminds her of the vast difference between her new life and her old. Rachel was growing to be a beautiful baby. She had the same white hair that so many wolves feared. She hoped everyone would assume it was dyed. Those who craved attention or wanted to be feared dyed their hair the milky white she was born with. Jane's stomach has grown quite a bit as well, in a few months time she would be gifted a son.

Damien was always out working, trying to make enough so he and Jane could live a happy life. The only problem was that child who did not share his DNA. She was a beautiful baby, but she was the king's daughter, not his. He would have to find a way to get rid of her soon.

At 8 and a half months pregnant, Jane was still moving about as if she weren't pregnant at all. Of course she had her bloodline to thank for that. The Warzone Pack. A pack put down in history. She was proud of her bloodline. She was proud to have her white hair gleaming in the light. She wanted the world to know she was a force to be reckoned with, but with her enlarged tummy, it was best to keep indoors and hidden.

It wasn't until after Walker was five months old that Jane had a funny feeling whenever Damien was around Rachel. She saw the dark look in his eyes when he watched her little girl play with her toys, it left an unsettling feeling in her stomach. Jane knew Damien would take some time to accept Rachel as his own, but she believed it could be done.

Jane watched from the shadows as Rachel rolled in the grass, laughing as the flowers tickled her nose. She was such a happy child. She stayed hidden in the trees, not wanting to interrupt her daughter and her fits of giggles. Her ears twitched at the sound of a twig snapping, her eyes immediately finding the source of the noise. Damien was walking towards her little sunshine, she watched and hoped this would be the moment everything changed. The moment where Damien would finally start to accept Rachel as his own.

She watched as he sat down next to her. She watched as he talked animatedly to her. She watched as Rachel picked a flower and gave it to him. She watched as Damien looked sadly at the flower. And she watched as he sunk his teeth into her.

She flew from her spot, ripping Damien off. Her wolf was snarling in anger, Jane's mind was in a haze of rage. Her claws dug into him, her teeth sinking into him, ripping his body apart. The gruesome scene was over in a minute. The blood stained the grass and flowers. Rachel was sobbing and clutching her bloody arm. All Jane could do was smell the rich blood, and reevaluate her life. In that moment, Rachel was no longer her sweet little girl. Instead, she was Alexandra, the girl who made Jane lose Damien. The girl who is at fault. The girl who is no longer her daughter.

She went to hug the shredded body of her lover, pulling him tight and letting her tears flow. Alexandra looked towards her mother seeking comfort, putting her arms out for a hug. Instead of the warm comfort of her mother, she received the loud snarl of the white haired woman. It was at this moment that Alexandra's life was written in stone.