PRESENT
Covered in blood I stood in the bathroom that I shared with my mate. I had one of the his and hers sinks on as I scrubbed at my arms with tears streaming down my face. WHY WASN'T IT COMING OFF?
I poured soap up and down my arms scrubbing harder. Soon I didnt now if the blood was from my victim or myself because I was now trying to scratch it off.
"Momma?"
I froze. This couldn't be happening. But it was. I slowly turned my head to the left over towards the arch way leading into the master bedroom. My Pup stood at the door his shoulder length curls wild.
"Anderson?" I called panic raising in my voice.
He was there in seconds standing over our pup taking in the situation. He frowned confused, but nevertheless he picked up the pup tickling him.
"Let's go and find your auntie." He hummed happily, "Shes been waiting this whole time for you to wake up."
Once the two of them where gone I turned back to the task at hand. I don't remember blood being this hard to get off. Soon the smell of everything I loved about nature was overwhelming.
"Stop." Anderson instructed, his voice was tight when he spoke again, "Quinn, I said to stop, and that's and order!"
He took my wrists and turned me to face him, blood soap and water dripping to the floor. I was sobbing now, to ashamed to look up.
"Look at me little wolf," He called me purposely.
"I can't." I sobbed shaking my head softly.
"What has you so broken?"
"You'll hate me."
"Look at your Alpha and tell me what happened." He said half heartedly, pain coloring his voice.
It was time. I finally looked up and into the eyes of the man who held so much love for me.
"I killed someone."
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An Alpha and His Queen
Werewolf"Announcing Quinnleigh Mayfair, Princess of fraction One, First Heir to the thrown." Quinn is a Witch. She was raised to live and breathe that fact. She was even trained ruthlessly by her Father the King despite the fact he had a soft spot for his o...
