Who's the New She-Wolf? (Unfinished B/C of Issues at Home)

Chapter 4 - Your Sorry?

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EVANA'S P.O.V.


5.



That's how many bitter kisses I've had from Dalton. That's my new name for them. Bitter, that's all they are. But oh how I wish they were sweet! Everytime he does it, I always fall for it and end up getting torn down all over again. He kisses me with the deepest passion, as if he's enjoying it too. He probably does, its natural, and supposed to happen. The kiss of your mate is exhilarating and calming too. It washes away all your problems momentarily.

I wish that actually happened to me. Whenever he kisses me, it's incredible, just like I how I want it to be. I get all warm and happy inside, completely forgetting whats about to come. He always pulls away when it begins to get heated, and just whispers the same thing each time,

"This doesn't change anything."

After he'd say that, he'd always just stalk away. Whenever we were in the same room with others, he'd act normally around me, as if nothing was ever happening behind the backs of our pack mates.



I sighed and fell back doing exactly what my brother told me to do. Think about my life and ways to make myself useful. As if, who the hell does all the work around here?!?

I looked around my room, nothing special. An old creaky bed with an uncomfortable mattress and worn out sheets, a single window with stained curtains and a lone dresser that was thrown out by a different pack member.

I've even had multiple thoughts of running away, leaving behind this hell hole. I have some money left from the birthdays when my parents were still alive and the babysitting I do every once in a while. I could leave all of this behind, the stress hatred and abuse. I would go solo or join some rogue pack. I've actually went through with these plans so far that I have a backpack under my bed packed and ready for a run-away. It had clothing, some toiletries and some canned food, along with my money.

The only problem was what would I do if I ran into trouble? I was pretty much defenseless, I had gotten no training for fighting. I would be glass in th hands of my attackers, I'd get scratched by a simple touch.

My only hope would be using the little Beta power I inherited from my father. A mere growl from a higher ranked wolf would scare any average werewolf. But do I have that much power? My brother had gotten a lot of it, since he was the next heir. But I still got some, and I guess that would just have to do. Right?

I jumped slightly when I heard a knock on the door, since I was so engrossed in my thoughts. I slipped of my bed and went to the door. I opened the door to come face to face with the queen bitch herself.

"Umm hi Christine..."

"Whatever bitch, I just came to tell you that the Luna said that she'd get a professional planner this time, for Dalton's Ceremony tomorrow. Guess that bad luck of yours just has to infect everything you touch, eh?" I bit my tounge to keep from snorting at her fake face.

The Luna seriously didn't like the set-up? I thought everyone appreciated it! Until they found out who did it, that is.

"Oh umm ok I guess, but Alpha said it was really nice."

She through her head back and let out a loud high-pitched laugh, "You actually think he cares for you? It's only his duty as Alpha. He hates you just as much as everyone else does!"

Ok, now that really pulled a string at my heart. Was what she was saying true? No, right? She was just a stuck up slut, right? I felt tears well up in my eyes and I stared at the wall beside me.

"Well thanks for passing the message, I won't be a bother anymore." I said my voice cracking slightly as I shut the door.

I twisted the lock and walked to my mirror and wiped away the tears about the fall.

'Don't let the control our life god damn it!' my wolf growled

'What do you expect me to do?' I whispered back, and got no reply.

Something about the fact that Dalton was going to have more power over me as Alpha chilled me to the bone. Who knows what he'll do? And tomorrow just happened to be the day he'll gain it all.

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One word to describe how I was feeling right now?

Terrified.

I was up in my room, pacing the floor, trying to gain the courage to go outside. I can't help it ok, I'm freaking scared shitless! What if Dalton decides to do something to me, now that he'd have way more power over me, as if he didn't have any control of my right now.

Andrew's voice suddenly boomed into my thoughts, 'Evana! Get your ass down here now! Let's go already!'

I sighed out loud and replied 'Yes Andrew.'

'Good now hurry up, I'm already out back with the others. Don't ruin anything for us this time.'

I clutched my wolf necklace in my hand and shook my body in attempt to get rid of these jitters. Here we go...


Walking out of my room I slowly descended down the dark brown wooden steps into the pack kitchen. I saw Dalton leaning against the counter and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Dalton?" His eyes snapped to my form in the doorway, and I almost gasped. He look so torn and sad, my wolf letting out a whimper to her mate. He was so disheveled, his hair sticking in all directions and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Evana..." his voice cracked and he shrank the space between us as he took a few steps forward. I immediately took a shying step away, wary of his what his upcoming actions might be. To my surprise, loud whimper escaped his lips and his eyes started to water.

But his next actions took me by complete surprise.


He closed the gap between us and hugged me tightly to him, as if I would disappear. I immediately melted in his touch, but silently praying in my head that this wouldn't be another "bitter kiss".

I was extremely confused when my shoulder started to dampen more and more. Then it clicked in my mind that Dalton was crying. The man who would be the new Alpha in about 45 minutes, was clinging to me for dear life, weeping like a teenage girl.

"I'm so sorry-.....Sorry-......I wish-........I don't want to-.......The pack-.... Horrible mate.."

I just stood there, completely lost as to what was going on? What the hell is happening?

"I'm so sorry, so so fucking sorry. I can't accept you.... The pack....I'm Alpha. They need to come before me."

He pulled away and gave me one last hug, as if he was relishing the moment. He planted a lingering kiss on my forehead, then stepped back completely, his face soaked with tears.

"I'm so sorry, Evana. For everything."

With one last defeated glance to me, he left the kitchen leaving me standing in the kitchen, completely stunned.