Page 13 of Fated Alpha Protector

I don’t know why I just lied. Perhaps it’s the unexplainable bout of tears that took over me out of nowhere.

One moment I was relieved that I was being released. Next, I was overcome with a sense of heartbreak that I’ve never experienced before.

It’s not like I look forward to going back to Blackclaw. There’s nothing there except the abuse I’ll face once they find out I’m the wolf they chased.

I’ll probably have to face the cruelty of ridicule once again. Something I should be used to by now.

But as soon as the Alpha of Nightwalker opened the door and asked me to leave, I just couldn’t move.

Even now, as he stares at me with the most intense confusion, my feet feel cemented to the floor. Completely frozen, my body refuses to move like I have no control of it. My mind warns me to run, but my body stays put.

“You’ve been kicked out of your pack?”

I lift my head to find him staring at me speculatively. One brow lifted, he stares at me through narrowed eyes. Gone is whatever anger he might have shown before. His shoulders seem relaxed now.

I nod in response to his question. To affirm what I’d said before. Even though I lied, there isn’t an ounce of fear or guilt for my lie. It’s practically the truth. Almost.

Perhaps I’d been more fearful of what might have happened if I went back to Rocheport.

“Why?”

“Because I’m the orphaned Omega of the pack,” I reply rather quickly. It’s not like I’d been rehearsing what to say. But at least this part isn’t a lie. “I don’t have family in the Blackclaw Pack. And my rank is meaningless.”

“Still…were they the ones chasing you?” The Alpha narrows his eyes to small slits of censure. “... Why did they kick you out?”

Blinking back the moisture in my eyes, I admit, “that was them. They kicked me out because my wolf was delayed by three years.”

There’s a moment of tense silence that passes, cut when he suddenly chuckles. “That makes a lot of sense.” His exhale is long as his paled knuckles release the cell door. “So, you don’t have anywhere else to go?”

I shake my head, sniffing. “No.”

The Alpha, Theo, blows a breath out as he steps aside. “Come on,” he gestures with a nod. “If you’re a desolate wolf, I’m not gonna be a brute. You can take refuge here until you decide on what to do.”

Frowning deeply, I exit the cell and follow the ALpha as he heads to a set of lift doors. He punches in a code, permitting the doors to slide open.

Once inside, I carefully take a look around. Everything is pretty high-tech. Nothing like the Blackclaw facilities.

And when we arrive at our destination, the lift opens up to a classy floor of white tiles and white walls. Clean and modern, with furnishings of black and grays.

“This is the pack den,” the Alpha announces as he continues down the corridor. “You’ll stay in the main house for now.”

The main house is nothing like the main house back in Rocheport. It’s a fortress, fit for royalty with its castle-like design. Tall pillars and cascading walls. Golds and greens in all the right places against the backdrop of velvet cream.

Heavenly.

“Brother!” A beautiful dark-haired girl emerges from one corner when we enter the main house.

She’s the carbon copy of the Alpha with the very same penetrating green eyes. Only, she’s petite where he’s broad. Her hair flows out to the tips of her thighs where his only fans his nape.

“... Anastasia…” the Alpha says slowly as he lifts his head. “This is our guest, Mia.”

“Hi, Mia!” the sister bounces toward me, a spring in her step. She’s naturally bubbly and charismatic, that’s clear when she hugs a perfect stranger.

Nervously patting her back in response, she finally releases me. “Welcome to Overton, the land of the Nightwalker Pack.”

“Don’t sound so formal,” Theo scoffs. “We’re not Lycans.”

“And who says we can’t pretend?” Anastasia teases as she sticks her tongue out. “Mom sure enjoyed living in this place.”

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