The Broken Queen

Chapter 11; Meeting Bree Part Two

Bree's POV:

"OMEGA!" the Alpha's booming, now cold voice, sends shivers down my spine. I'm standing beside an ash wood bookcase in the biggest living room of the pack house near the large bay window. I drop the rag and stand up straight before slowly turning around. "Yes, Alpha Reece?" I whisper shakily, avoiding making eye contact. I don't need to anger this man anymore. Alpha Reece has a serious temper.

In the past, it only ever came to the surface in relation to a threat or harm towards the pack or his family and it wasn't often seen outside of the pack house but that has totally changed. Now he is always angry, and his temper has only seemed to grow since the day of the accident just shy of 6 years ago. Everyone has assumed it's just his way of grieving his son and Luna or blowing off steam.

No one can blame him for being angry, as most don't even survive the loss of their mate and one of their pups, but he didn't just become angry 24/7, he became cruel and ruthless. It has become normal for him to pick fights with other packs for no reason other than wanting blood, which has caused us a lot of trouble and loss of life. He has done a great job at destroying this pack's reputation as well as it's happiness. Now there just seems to be this constant dark cloud hanging over us all the time.

We used to be a joyful, boisterous pack, often holding many festivals and events, socializing with quite a few other packs at once. We used to regularly have these huge pack dinners where we were all welcome to invite guests from other packs if we wanted to and they were always such lively dinners. Even omegas like myself were allowed to take part to some degree. Back then we were treated with respect, thanks to our Luna's calming effect of Alpha Reece. This used to be a safe haven for the misplaced and injured, but not anymore...

We have all been able to feel Alpha's pain and loss through the pack link since the attack, but we have also felt his burning rage, and it scares many of us a lot. Though strangely enough, many of us can currently feel another emotion, fear, paralyzing fear. Which doesn't really add up.

Whispers start among the different pack links including the kitchen staffs mind link, many trying to figure out why we were feeling such an emotion. It doesn't seem possible that the Alpha could fear really anything. This means the emotion belongs to someone else. The pack can feel the strongest emotions of the Hierarchy, as well as the Alpha, Beta and Gamma's family. There's nothing wrong with the Hierarchy and the heirs are just as snotty and privileged as before. It doesn't make sense.

"LEAVE!" the Alpha roars, getting up close to my face, making me naturally cower and go to leave the room. I feel my wolf Dale stir, telling me something isn't quite right. He feels the need to protect all of a sudden, but why? I snap back to reality when I lose my balance as I slip on a spray bottle and crash to the floor, hard. The Alpha sneers at me while stepping over my crumpled form. I scramble to my feet and run out the door heading towards my shack. We have ten omega shacks on our lands.

They aren't very clean or well kept, but we have to deal with it as it's still better than being banished from the pack for complaining. Whatever time we don't spend sleeping, we spend cleaning up after the children and Hierarchy and following random orders. As I'm walking through the grass, I stop in my tracks, Dale wanting out, now.

This has never happened before. 'Dale, what is it? Who's in trouble?' I ask, utterly confused, a feeling of dread rising in my stomach. 'Dani!' he replies protectively with a growl. My brows furrow as I struggle to understand his concern. Creeping back towards the pack house, but not close enough to be detected, Dale pushes his way to the front of my mind, forcing me back and taking full control. My eyes begin to glow. Dale's eyes are a sandy beige colour, whereas mine are light brown. Straining his hearing from a distance, he picks up on a loud thump and a sharp snapping sound, followed by a short breathy scream of pain.