Alpha of alphas

Chapter 7

The next morning was beautiful. The inviting sun lightly kissed my skin as I slept on my mattress. The birds sang beautiful melodies and time just seemed to be nonexistent. I stretched my limbs letting my hand hang off the side of my mattress until I felt the floor beneath me. I opened one eye to see that I was two feet closer to the ground. In the corner of the room, the broken pieces of my bed stand remained scattered everywhere.

Suddenly I was reminded of yesterday with Alpha Adonis launching my bed across the room when I hid underneath. A wave of embarrassment filled my gut making me feel nauseous. I sunk deeper into the bed when it hit me.

I was an "Alpha" and this marked Day 1 until the raid came.

I got up to commence my morning routine before reality set in. I stood under the running cold water until my fingers were pruned. I brushed my teeth slowly drifting off in thought about Alpha Adonis. Trying my best, I made two braids going back in my hair before guilt could consume me once again. I am a murderer.

I began to walk over to the pack house watching bees land on the flowers and viewing the fluffy clouds glide throughout the air. I could hear the children laughing in the distance rolling down a hill. I don't want them to die. I don't want anyone to die... Why doesn't John pick up the pack and go elsewhere. We are in a state of emergency and yet nothing has been done yet.

Every fiber in my body said no and yet i made a sharp left heading towards the Alpha's house. If I am really an Alpha, I should act like one. I walked with strength, courage, and power. I was unstoppable until I actually arrived at his front door. The familiar tremble in my hands returned and my heart began to constrict. Whether I'm afraid or not, I'm going to do this.

Bringing my sweaty palms to the door, I knocked not knowing what to expect. Everything in me wants to run but I stand my ground anyway.

I expected a half-naked aid to answer the door but to my surprise, it is the man of the hour himself. His face instantly morphs into one of disgust. My mouth feels dry as I go through what seems like a million emotions, yet I speak anyway.

"Alpha... I am sure you are aware that trouble is coming. When will the pack be alerted? I suggest that maybe we travel north to stay tog- "

The violent burning sensation spread like wildfire on my cheeks until the pain covered the entire half of my face. This has been the first time I felt my father's touch, and this is what it felt like.

"You are not the Alpha of this pack nor will you ever be. Stay in your place stray dog."

"Why do you hate me so much?" I asked as my eyes swelled with tears. "You were supposed to protect me! Teach me how to ride a bike! You were supposed to be there to tell me I'm beautiful! You were supposed to be my dad!" I told him.

"Come here again and I will tie you to the post and whip you until you are paralyzed. Do you understand?" he sneered right before slamming his door closed.

It was clear to me that his pride came before his pack let alone his own daughter. I had no idea what to do. Should I leave or stay? Can I fight or should I hide? Regardless of my decision, soon this pack would be soiled in blood.