Unwanted Alpha (Book 1 of Alpha Series)

Prologue 2- Ryker's POV- 15 years ago

I stormed into Christine's house and slammed the door behind me with a loud bang. Anger brewed underneath the surface, and all I wanted to do was attack the female that I knew had something to do with my son's sudden grief. She had to know the cause of that and what was going on with my niece. My heart ached as I thought of my poor niece because it seemed as if the pack had turned against her.

"It is alright," a "wise" voice said. The voice soothed some of the anger, but it was still brewing underneath the surface. The voice came from the kitchen, so I made my way towards the room, still struggling to keep my wolf in check. "It's Ryker, Kerri."

I stormed into the kitchen and glared at the older female. I ignored the other two women, my only thought being about this female, this female supposed to be the grandmother of the little girl I called my niece. "What did you do?" I growled, baring my teeth at her.

The older female drank from her cup, completely ignoring my anger and my question. "Hello, Ryker, Dear," she said, turning to look at me. Wisdom filled the old female's eyes, showing her older age. "Would you like some tea?" She gestured to the pot, and I scowled and folded my arms across my chest, not wanting any of her tea.

"No," I all but growled out. "I want to know what you did to my son."

She blinked her face a mask and drank some more of her tea. "I did what I must for them both to survive and to keep the world safe," she replied, placing the tea back onto the tea plate in her hands. "And to help her." She gestured towards the female, Kerri.

"And why help her?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at the other girl. I felt a little guilty when she looked down and flinched, but I tried to ignore that feeling because I was pissed at Christine and probably at her.

"To make her good," the third female said. She looked at Christine before looking at me. Her whole body held this aura that was powerful and made my Wolf submit. She was powerful, maybe more powerful than the White Wolf and the Black Wolf. She was old; I could tell, or at least her soul was old because she looked young. "And to protect your son and niece."

"Who are you?" I asked, feeling slightly curious. My anger was dying down, but I still needed to know what had happened to my son. I needed to know why the pack was starting to turn against him and my niece.

"Addama," was her reply. She stayed silent as she looked at the water in a bowl that was in front of her. Her eyes changed to this whitish color as she looked at it, and the water glimmered.

I opened my mouth to say something but closed it when Christine glared at me. I had no idea why she wanted me to shut up but followed her instructions. I wondered if she would answer my questions and prayed to the Goddess that she would.

Addama blinked, her eyes changing back to her dark brown eyes. She took a deep breath and sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Goddess," she muttered, shaking her head. "Protect them."

Christine looked at the grim female. Worry filled her eyes, and she seemed to grow older in an instant. "That bad?" she asked, and she nodded. Christine sighed and closed her eyes, turning to look at me and opening them. "Your son and my granddaughter are part of this huge prophecy," she said, taking a sip of her tea.

I bit back a growl and sat down at the table. I hated these riddles that she was playing with me and wondered when she would stop. I stayed silent, trying to be patient, but it was really hard.

"The prophecy states that the white wolf and the black wolf will have a powerful child," she said. "I can not go into too many details about it for the safety of my granddaughter and your son."

"Then, why the sudden pack change?" I asked. "Why are they hurting my niece and my son?"

"To get them stronger," Christine replied. "They are going to need to figure out how to survive the worst of the worst." She took a sip of her tea, watching as I grew impatient. However, she didn't do anything to stop me from feeling it. "They are going to need to rely on each other more than anything."

"What are you hiding?" I asked when she stopped again. "And, do not drink that tea again," I warned when she lifted her tea to her lips.

Christine ignored what I had said and finished the tea. She looked at the cup before handing it off to Addama, who took it. "Your son will either accept or reject my granddaughter off the bat," she said, finally. "If he accepts her quickly, there are two things that could happen. However, I am not sure which, and Addama doesn't want to tell me."

"Why the secrecy?"

"Your son is a powerful Black Wolf," Addama said. She studied the tea leaves before shaking her head and looking at me. "Your niece is the White Wolf, as I am sure that you already know." She waited until I nodded in confirmation before she cleared her throat. "However, she is powerful, more powerful than Christine."

"And, she has a huge role in what could happen," Christine said. "That is why the pack is bullying her. She needs to be stronger than the bullies and learn how to stand up for herself. She also needs to find the good that is there."

"Why?"

"Because that is the only way to keep them safe and you alive." She studied me, her face grave. "There are many things that can happen, Ryker," she said. "There are many possibilities and different paths. If we choose the wrong one, then many lives are lost." She gestured to Kerri. "She has decided to choose the wrong path, which has led her to where she is now. She lost her family and her mate because of it."

"But..?"

"She is still good. She has made some huge mistakes in the past, but now she is learning from them and trying to change them for the better." Christine sighed and glanced at Addama, and the other female nodded her head. She stood from the table, and for a moment, I could tell how old she really was.

Her pace was slow as she walked over to an old book and picked it up. "This has many prophecies in it," she said. She started to walk over to me, carrying the heavy book. "It has been passed down through many White Wolves, but it has skipped over my grandmother."

"Why?" I asked.

"She was "evil" per se," she replied. "She died at the hand of the king but gave birth to a baby girl before that. I learned my powers by myself with no guidance, unlike many White Wolves." She placed the book down in front of me and turned it to a page. "This is why I did what I had to do," she said.

I studied the page, and my face turned grim. "So, you would die if you didn't do this?" I asked, and she nodded. "And, so would my niece and son?"

"Later on, yes," she said, nodding in confirmation. "But, Kerri, Addama, and I are making sure that it doesn't happen. I know that we should have told you something, but the more you know, the more danger you are in. So, will you let us continue this?" She wasn't asking for permission. Even if I said no, she would still keep this going.

I took a deep breath and moved a hand through my hair. "Promise me one thing," I said, and she hummed as if to say, "go on." "Do not let them commit suicide. I will try my best to let them know that I am there for them. I pray to the Goddess that he will fight the spell about accepting her or rejecting her, but if he doesn't, then I pray to the Goddess that somehow, someway, they will end up together."

Christine nodded. "And, so they shall," she said.