Page 13 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince
I return his smile. “Well, you taught me that it’s important to get to know the pack members. But how about having breakfast together tomorrow?”
“Deal.” He nods.
“Give me a few minutes to shower and change, then I’ll tell you what we found. Be prepared, though, you’re not going to like it.”
I shower fast and change into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved black blouse. I meet my father in my office to fill him in on what happened. Or rather, what we discovered. He is also concerned by the camps and what they could mean. “I’m impressed though,” he mutters. “How could your senses even catch that something was off?”
“It was a feeling,” I admit. I didn’t tell the others, but with him, I can definitely share what really happened.
“A feeling?”
“Like a sixth sense,” I explain. “It’s hard to put my finger on it, but Danica and I just knew that something was off. We focused on it, and our feeling led us to the camp.”
He leans back a bit. “Maybe it’s another gift you have.”
“Maybe…” I say warily.
“Maybe it’s because you are a white wolf, Celine.”
I tilt my head, frowning slightly. That’s what I was wondering too. “Dad, should I be worried?”
“I don’t think so,” he shakes his head. “I strongly believe that your wolf is special. You are my daughter and of alpha blood, but there is also more to you. There’s this quiet dignity which makes others follow you, despite you not showing the usual dominant alpha traits.” He pauses. “I think you are leading this pack fantastically. No one else would have found those camps. Once you did, you acted fast, smart, and with the necessary instinct to protect your pack.” he sighs. “It’s a pity your mother can’t see you like this. She would be so proud.”
Ever since Marius made it clear he doesn’t want me, my heart feels like it’s been frozen, but hearing my father’s last words warms it up a little. “Do you really think so?”
He gives me a very rare, warm smile. “I’m certain.”
An hour later, I’m finally meeting with Marcel and Harmony again. Harmony must have gone home to shower and see her parents before heading to Marcel’s place, as we arrive at the same time.
Marcel opens the door with a beaming smile. “The girls already ate, but I made sure there is some lasagna for you both.”
“And tea, hopefully,” Harmony teases.
“Plenty of tea,” he grins.
He leads us inside his cozy house. For someone who is only twenty and raising his little sister essentially by himself, I am impressed at how much effort Marcel has put into ensuring Jazz is happy. The house feels warm and welcoming despite them being on their own.
“Jazz!” he hollers. “Come meet our guests and bring Val with you.”
Jazz arrives quickly. She is a stunningly beautiful girl with soft features, slender yet curvy in the right places and has beautiful curly hair. Marcel looks at her proudly. “This is my sister Jazz. Short for Jazmine.” He points towards us. “This is Celine and Harmony.”
Jazz stares at him in disbelief. “I know,” she whispers.
“Oh right, I forgot,” Marcel facepalms himself.
Harmony and I chuckle in amusement.
Jazz greets us politely, “It’s an honor to meet you, Alpha Celine and Beta Harmony.”
“Likewise,” I say back. “Marcel talks about you so much, we became curious.”
She blushes slightly.
Marcel turns around a bit. “Where is Valerie?”
“Val!?” Jazz yells, waving towards the staircase until the well-known girl finally appears. She is small, almost fragile. Her light-toned pale skin is accentuated by her straight black hair, making it appear almost translucent. She looks much healthier now, which is such a relief to see. In a way, we grew up together. Well, Lauren and I did, but she was Lauren’s little sister, so I always doted on her. I guess losing my baby brother made me wish for a younger sibling, and she filled that need.
“Hello, Val,” I say, turning to face her. She stiffens at the sound of my voice and her eyes seem filled with nervous tension. I soften my voice to be as disarming as possible, “How are you doing? It’s been a while since I last saw you. I heard you are going to school again, is that right?”
