Alpha Alone

Chapter Two

It had been 6 years since I felt any form of affection from Michael.

After the birth of our eldest pup, Lanie, Michael became distant. I had hidden the fact that I couldn't shift, from him for a year before giving birth.

I wasn't aware that when shifters give birth, they actually shift in the process of going into labor.

I had two shifter parents, but I was the defect. I was never able to shift. As a pup, I often wished and prayed that I would one day shift. A lot of shame was given to my family, for having me. I eventually got disowned at the age of 8.

Michael found me when I was 16, roaming around the woods, looking for food. He took me to his place, and made me his parter. I fell pregnant a month later, and I was slowly being controlled by him.

When I fell pregnant with Marsha, my second pup, Michael became aggressive, throwing me against the walls, pushing me into bench tops, tripping me over. He told me that he would not allow me to keep the pups in case they turned out like me.

When they were born, I begged and pleaded for both births to be kept. I told him that we wouldn't leave the house, the pack doesn't even have to know of their existence.

He just would not listen.

Michael eventually gave up, and allowed them to live. He said if they don't shift by the time they're 2 years old, he will kill them.

Thankfully, they both shifted and were healthy.

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I ran through the woods for as long as I could, before I had to slow down to catch my breath.

It had been about an hour since we left the house. So, Lanie and Marsha should be at the pond cave by now.

I just hope they've hidden well enough.

After a few minutes of walking, I started to jog again. The backpack now feeling like I'm carrying a house with me.

I concentrated on my breathing, so I could focus on running for a longer period of time.

As I got further into the woods, it was getting harder for me to see anything. The trees, now thickening each other, no moonlight was able to make its way through. I had to stop, rub my eyes and hope they adjusted.

Unfortunately, they didn't.

I started freaking out, cursing myself for not thinking to bring a torch.

Lanie and Marsha were fine, their eyes are easily adjusted to light changes. So, they're able to run anywhere they please, and still have the ability to see almost anything.

I begin to cry and hyperventilate, thinking about how mad Michael will be if he catches us.

I slump onto a log, next to where I was standing, head in hands, tapping my head.

As I'm trying to calm myself, I hear rustling in the bushes, a few metres away.

I stand upright, tears building in my eyes.

Well, this is it. This is how it ends. I thought to myself.

The rustling gets louder, and I prepare for whatever is about to happen.

"I'm sorry," I cry, "I'm so sorry, Michael."

A large silver wolf emerges from the bushes.

I can only just make out his shape.

"Wh-who are you?" I stutter.

The wolf walks closer, this is not Michael. Michael is midnight black when he shifts.