Hear Me Through My Silence

Chapter 18

Reeds POV

When you're born into a family like mine, everyone expects you to be perfect. To be the classic, popular, strong Alpha. And in many cases, people like me don't have the luxury of being the best at everything we do. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that I was their Alpha, my entire pack would most likely hate me. I was the kind of person that they hated. And with my quiet exterior and depressing aura, I was the kind of person that even I hated.

Without my title I was the loner who sat in the corner. Or the weirdo who had no friends. 

I sat in my room alone, I rarely did anything after school. I usually would just sit there for hours, listening to music or just staring out the window. If you were to walk into my room when I was at school or training, you could barely tell that someone lived there. Sure, there was clothing in my closet and the odd book resting on one of my nearly empty shelves but besides that it was the default room.

Before someone moved into one of the rooms on the teen floor of the pack house, it would remain blank, a slate for you to draw across. White walls, white bed, white sheets, white shelves. Everything the same startling pure color. Most of the pack members hung up posters, changed the sheets and filled the room to the brim in order to make it look less depressing and boring. But to me, there was a sort of thrill that came with the empty room. Without anything in them, the unoccupied rooms looked as though they were teetering on the edge, waiting to be filled up and pulled into safety.

I hadn't told anybody that I had found her yet, there was a certain pressure that came with finding ones human mate. I could see it every time someone brought back the news a new-found, and incredibly normal lover. People will swarm you, constantly asking where she is and why you haven't brought her back to the pack house. Many werewolves don't seem to understand humans, and while we have our whole life layed out in front of us humans have to to make their own stories. 

I rolled onto my back, and stared at the cracks that ran through my ceiling. Another soon-to-be alpha would want to have them removed, but like everything else in this room they helped let my mind wander. 

My eyes traced the thickest crack in the ceiling, following it until it eventually burst into several more tiny lines chipped into the plaster.

Caspain's POV

Anyone who has laided their eyes upon my father for more than a second, could never see him as a liar. Head always held high, his eyes steady, he looked like the picture perfect image of a noble and truthful man. But little did they know. 

There is a difference between being one's follower and of their blood. You only ever see your leader at their best. When you have the same blood as a person running thought your veins, you know them nearly as well as you know yourself. 

My father had foolishly thought that I would believe his lie about the magical girl being my mate, he thought that he could lure me into his little trap. He knew that I would refuse to let anyone but my destined lover rule beside me, and my father couldn't risk getting a week queen. That is all he has ever cared about, power. But who can blame him, he has put more work into developing the clan than he has in any other aspect of his life, including my raising. 

But little does he know that I am just as good at lying. 

For the past few months after I first shifted, I told him I hadn't found her. Hadn't found my soul mate that is. At first, it was the truth. But, when I ventured into the kitchens one day, looking for some food, I found her. She was smart, and funny, and the most beautiful thing I had laid my eyes on. But she was a maid, which meant she was a fae. And everyone knows that fae and werewolves don't mix.