She's my True Alpha[MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 35, Boom

"Alpha," A voice shakes my body in a hurry. I groan and turn over. Who the hell thinks I'm getting up this early in the morning? Certainly not, I. "Alpha," The hurried voices repeat rocking my body back and fourth.

For someone with tumor and a stab wound they sure are being insensitive of my injuries.

"Carlin, Nyla." I groan looking up at the two faces.

They give me a shy look. "Yep it's us, and we brought someone." I look behind them to see a tall pouffy haired girl with a mix of shyness, fear, and nervousness on her face. Her curly hair deifies gravity as her long heightened black locks flow behind her. "Keelyn meet Keely," Nyla introduces.

"Why the hell am I in a hospital?" The girl retorts.

I gush in awe. She has my temper too. Carlin gives her a calming look and her face lightens up. I could use the good ol' Sanders look.

"We have to get you both out of here."

"How do you spy's know so much intel?" I ask.

Nyla has a look of achievement on her face as Carlin continues. "Theres an attack being planned tonight."

"By who?" My sister asks. Wow it feels weird to think that.

"The pack. Lead by the HG. We'll need to team up with both of our parents and her uncle. There rebelling against us all, and we need a united front. We only have half of the packs warriors still willing to fight with us,"

My pack? The one I re built from the top. They were at the top as a 'good/civil' pack and I had to make them touch the bottom to get to the top again as a 'badass/respected' pack.

I think back to the time after I took over.

"We do not accept! We do not accept!" The crowd chanted outside my office.

Accept what, you ask? Accept me, a woman as Alpha. I marched out my office and into the dungeon. Sydney my old, now dead guard following behind me. (I didn't kill her; as you probably presumed)

"Prisoner, you enjoying your stay?" I asked Quincy. He said nothing, just like I didn't say anything after both of my parents died.

"What do you need?" He asked. He thought so low of me assuming I already needed something. I looked down kind of shamefully.

"They don't trust me. They won't accept me as a woman. People still wonder how a woman became Alpha. Who will be our luna," I stared at him but not in the eye. His lips quirked up the slightest happy at my misery.

"I'll help you over one condition,"

"What?" I scoff crossing my arms impatiently.

"I will collect it when I get out,"

"You won't be getting out, you'll be executed. But if you did what will this 'favor' be?" I asked daring him. He slowly stood up gripping the cell bars, his shaggy curly hair hanging down.

"You." Are the only words he spoke. I rolled my eyes and fluttered away. At the time I didn't take him seriously. I had my guard collect his advice as I didn't want to listen to him further more.

The grey flashback memory faded returning me to myself again.

"Why? Since when?" I asked indirectly.

"Since they found out theres two Greene's, I agree one is enough," Nyla says. Carlin nudges Nyla still sending a giggle to himself though. "...And since your uh...weak and stuff,"

"What do you mean? I never told you my last name. And what do you mean two Greene's?" My sister asks fearful slowly reaching for a gun off my nightstand.

"No don't!" I hear surprise go silent. I don't know who yelled for her to stop, I'm not even sure if I said it.

But it's too late. She sat the gun back on the table before I can warn her its an automatic with no safety.

*BOOM* The sound went off.

Who liked these turn of events? Who's hoping for no one important to die.

Sorry, we have to have one tragic death. or misfire.

Hello wattys wyd? How was your day?

Would It be funnily rude if i said I really don't care.

I'm completely joking, I do.

Xoxo, Reese