Page 51 of Whisper of an Alpha
I follow him, the weight of the situation pulling at me. With every step, I can feel the gravity of our circumstances. The world outside is dim, the sun setting and casting an orange hue across the sky as we make our way to the door.
As we step outside, the chill of the evening air bites at my skin. I wrap my arms around myself, a shiver running down my spine. Wyatt notices, immediately moving closer, his warmth enveloping me. I lean into him, grateful for the comfort he provides amidst the uncertainty.
Dalton leads the way, his posture alert, scanning the surroundings as we walk toward the cars parked nearby. The quiet of the night feels ominous, as if the very air is holding its breath. I glance back at the pack house, a sense of nostalgia washing over me. So much has happened here — the laughter, the friendships, the heartaches. It feels as though we’re about to face a storm that could change everything.
As we pile into the vehicles, I can’t help but feel a mix of dread and resolve. I look at Wyatt, his expression focused, and I know that he will do everything in his power to protect me and our pack. “We’ll get through this,” I whisper, more to convince myself than him.
He gives me a reassuring nod, his eyes fierce with determination. “Together.”
The drive to Lena and Eugene’s house is filled with an unsettling silence. My mind races with thoughts of Rachel and the chaos she caused. I still can’t believe she tried to fake a pregnancy; it was a betrayal that cut deeper than I’d ever imagined. But now she is gone, and I should be celebrating that fact. Instead, I’m left wondering how deep her roots ran in our lives.
As we pull up to their house, the first thing I notice is the tension in the air. The lights are on inside, and I can see shadows moving through the windows. Lena and Eugene are home, and I can’t shake the feeling that they’re preparing for a confrontation.
Wyatt turns to me, his voice low and serious. “Stay close to me, baby girl. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. I want to believe him, but the reality of the situation feels too precarious.
Dalton steps out first, followed by Marcus, and then Wyatt and I exit the vehicle. The air is electric as we approach the front porch, and I can feel the tension building with every step. Daltonrings the doorbell, and the sound echoes in the stillness of the night.
Moments later, the door swings open, revealing Lena, her face a mask of disbelief. “What are you doing here?” she demands, her voice sharp and defensive.
“We need to talk,” Wyatt says, his tone calm but firm. “You have until tonight to vacate the pack lands.”
Lena’s eyes widen in anger, and I can see her fists clench at her sides. “You can’t just kick us out! Rachel?—”
“Rachel is no longer part of this pack,” Marcus interjects, his voice steady. “You know the rules. You were warned that this could happen.”
Eugene appears behind Lena, his expression grim. “You think you can just banish us like this? We deserve a chance to defend ourselves!”
Wyatt steps forward, his presence imposing. “You can defend yourselves, but not on pack lands. Although, your wife did help a prisoner escape so she’s lucky that charges aren’t being brought on her. You have until tonight to gather your things. We don’t want any trouble.”
Lena shakes her head, her expression filled with fury. “You think you can intimidate us? We are still a part of this pack, and we won’t be driven out like animals!”
I feel a surge of fear and anger at her words, but I keep my mouth shut. This isn’t about me; it’s about protecting what we’ve built, about standing firm against the chaos Rachel has left behind.
“Enough,” Dalton says, stepping forward. “This isn’t just about you and Rachel. This is about the safety of the entire pack. You’ve aligned yourselves with a traitor. We can’t allow that to continue.”
Lena’s face pales, and I can see the realization hit her that this is bigger than just family loyalty. The consequences ofRachel’s actions are reverberating through every aspect of our lives.
Eugene looks back at Lena, his expression softening. “We should just go,” he murmurs, uncertainty creeping into his voice.
“No!” Lena snaps, her fierce resolve returning. “We’re not leaving without a fight!”
I feel a surge of frustration at her stubbornness. “You don’t have to fight us, Lena,” I say, my voice rising. “This isn’t personal. This is about keeping everyone safe. Rachel put us all at risk, and you need to understand that.”
Lena’s gaze snaps to me, and for a moment, I see a flicker of understanding. But it’s quickly overshadowed by her anger. “You think you can just take everything from us? You think we’ll just stand by and let you ruin our lives?”
“Ruining your lives was never the intention,” Marcus says, his voice steady. “But you need to see that you're putting everyone in danger by refusing to leave. This is your chance to protect your family, to keep them safe.”
I can see the conflict in Lena’s eyes, the struggle between her loyalty to her daughter and the very real threat that looms over them.
“Let’s not make this worse than it has to be,” Wyatt says, his tone softening slightly. “Gather your things, and we’ll help you move. No one wants this to escalate. The council has decided but as your Alpha, so have I.”
Lena’s expression falters, and for a split second, I think she might relent. But then she shakes her head.
Eugene places a hand on her shoulder, his expression torn. “Lena, maybe we should just listen to them. It’s not worth the risk.”
“No!” she snaps again, pulling away from him. “I’m not going to let them walk all over us!”
