A bush or shrub stands guard in the front yard of the house in a stoic manner. Chirping could be heard coming from the snow-covered roof. Ivy climbed up the brick walls and over the roof, while vines clung to the rafters and the windows of the structure. It is so captivating that I am unable to pull my eyes away from it .
Once inside, Mathew acted as our guide. Marble was utilized in the construction of the building's interior, and a wonderful painting of the alpha's lovely face was hanging on the wall just inside the entrance of the structure. The brims of the walls are interwoven with wood taken from spruce trees.
The simplicity style and the photo of the alpha causes my heart to skip a beat. When I glance up at my mother, I see that she is scrutinizing everything very carefully.
After exiting the guest elevator with Matthew, we go to the door of an office, where he knocks and a loud voice instructs us to proceed inside. The sound of this voice sends chills all the way up and down my spine. It had a magnetic pull, was somewhat low on testosterone, and full of male hormone.
While I wait in the foyer, Beta Mathew leaves the room, shuts the door behind him, and then returns to try to talk to my parents to go inside.
"The alpha will have a chat with you first then establish a new link with our pack. "
My father nods,
My mother will come wait with me as I see my father enter the room first.
"The alpha chatting to your dad right now. "
"He will want to verify with each of us individually to make sure our stories match up."
"What story?"
"The story that I can't shift?"
If he were to discover the truth, he would either put an end to my family and myself or force us to flee from the pack. My eyes started to brim up with tears, but I quickly wiped them away before they could fall.
"The Alpha doesn’t care a bit whether you can shift or not. You will find your wolf one day. " My mother comforts me.
I nod my head in agreement since arguing with her is pointless.
My dad opens the door and nods to my mom, then she goes inside the office.
My father explains, "It's not so horrible; he will cut a small slice on your arm and mingle the blood of yours with his, and ask you to drink the new blending. After that, you make a promise to him, and you'll feel the pack connection link into position."
Gross!
"After making your promise to him, it will feel like a migraine for a while. " He replies, and I hear my mother screams immediately. My dad gets to his feet and rushes to the front door. I hear muffled conversations followed by the jiggle of a silver door handle as the door opens.
After a time, my mother eventually emerged from the office, shaking and clutching her head. My father was ready to provide a hand the moment he saw that she need aid.
I take a step back, not wanting to endure whatever she just did. My mother replies, "Katrina, you need to go in".
Embarrassed and terrified, I shake my head.
My dad walks up and grabs both my arms. " To stay together, this is the only option, and I need you to make it for us," he continues, fixing his eyes on me.
"Still anyone?" The alpha’s voice came from within the door.
My eyes dart to the door in a state of terror.
"Please, Katrina, once it's done, it's done. There will be no more of it, I assure you. " I felt a release in the tightness in my shoulders, and I nodded. When we go to the front door, my dad opens it for me. I struggle to keep my grip steady as I shove open the door and slam it shut behind me while lowering my head.
The alpha was now sitting at his desk, perusing a few papers in front of him. The sides of his jet-black hair were trimmed shorter, but the top was left longer than the sides. The arch of his eyebrows resembled a sword, and the high bridge of his nose gave him the appearance of a movie star. He had full lips and a square chin, both of which contributed to his overall attractiveness as a man. Based on his looks, I estimated that he was somewhere in the middle of his thirties.
As soon as he casts a look in my direction, every muscle in my body becomes utterly motionless. His fists, which are white-knuckled, are gripping the desk, and he takes a short sniff before letting out a deep growl. In his dark eyes, one may get a glimpse of the beast that resides deep inside him.
I am conscious of his watchful attention, yet I shuffle my feet in response to his invitation to approach him more closely.
Shit! Perhaps he could tell that I do not have a wolf. I felt my blood freeze as his eyes darted back and forth and his jaw clenched tightly as he observed me. He is aware I have no wolf, and he intends to get rid of me.