The Descendant of a Beta

It's been 21 years since Nyla's and Wayne's story ended.

But for the little girl who's slowly grown into her own woman...

Her story has just begun.

This is Imani's story.

The Descendant of a Beta

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"You better watch your mouth when you speak to me Yorell!" She struggled to pull her hand out of his grasp. "I'm not one of those beta's you can control!"

"I should say the same Beta!" He spit spitefully at Imani while his grip on her hand tightened. "You better watch your tone to your Alpha or else I'll lower it for you!"

She bared her fangs at him angrily. "Do NOT touch me!"

He smirked at her concededly. His dark brown gaze was so pleasant but bitter it made Imani almost swoon. "What are you gonna do about it? Fight me?" His other hand gently tugged on her afro curls. Imani wanted to stay in his arms as she felt her resolve weaken.

"Or better yet just run into your mommy's bosom... just like the seductress she is I'm pretty sure she has skills in consoling people around her." The sarcasm was evident.

Grrowl!

Fury flashed in Imani's eyes as she growled furiously and pulled him by his shirt. "Listen here Alpha. Keep my mother's name out your mouth!"

He bent down and sneered at her. Mockery shone in his eyes. "Or else what?"

"I'll kill your mother." The smile on his face faltered as hers grew. "The same way my father killed yours."

Anger brew in his eyes. "IMANI YOU ARE-

"NOT to play with!" She pulled his shirt more as her golden blue specked eyes shone angrily. Her claws extended through the shirt and onto his chest. Scarring it as blood dripped in the process.

"I do not play about my mother and if I hear you speak another bad tone on her I will raise hell from the ground to bury you in it! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"

Shocked Yorell felt her dark sun-kissed lips gently brush against his ears.The touch was so intoxicating when he closed his eyes to her comfort. But the next words she said were filled with contempt. "My dear Alpha."

*NOT A STANDALONE*