Revenge on Alpha Damien

1. Duel . . . >< It was indeed beautiful watching mates find each other, when mates found each other in the hall, we could hear a cheer, celebrating the couple. The moon goddess was really on my side, no one had walked up to me and claimed me as a mate and I too have not sensed mine. Alpha Damien was no where to be found and I was starting to feel unease. It was like the dagger I had tucked away inside my dress was starting to get heavy. I took a sip of my drink as I watched the crowd patiently waiting for Alpha Damien to arrive. What was taking him so long to get here?. Aren't Alphas known to keep to time and order?, but of course this one is late, what can I possibly expect from a killer, it was evident that Damien acted anyhow he liked. He acted like he was the one in control of life but today he will realize that he doesn't when I have plunge the dagger into his chest. I spot Caleb from the corner of my right hand, he was ferociously kissing a girl, and cheers erupted from where he was. Even the brute has gotten a mate. I felt pity for the girl, she would have to deal with Caleb for the rest of her life. When Caleb pulls away from the girl, his eyes were on me and his lips had formed a smirk. I shook my head at his stupidity, did he really think what he was doing was affecting me in any way. He has a mate now, he should have respect for the poor girl and focus on her. "Hi!" I heard a masculine voice from beside me and immediately my heart froze. I hope the person was not talking to me, I was too afraid to turn, my heart began beating against my chest. Oh no!, I hope that have not found a mate, but I cannot feel anything, aren't I supposed to feel a sensation like they said we would feel when we got a mate. I should be smelling a scent that makes me attracted to my other half but I was not feeling anything. "What is your name?" The masculine voice asked. "My name is Betty, I think you are my mate," she said excitedly and immediately my head snapped to their direction. "I think you are, my name is Tyler," The man responded, you could easily hear the excitement in his voice as well, he was quite tall, with this baby face features, he was pretty good looking and I think we would be around our age group and just like that Tyler pulled Betty into his arms and immediately cheers erupted in the hall. Betty had gotten a mate. A smile finally settled on my face, she really deserved it. She really deserved happiness. When they pulled away, Betty gave me a wide smile, and I smiled back. "I am so happy for you," I mouthed. She pulled me onto a tight hug. "Thank you Mia." She said and I pat her back. When she pulls away her eyes immediately falls on her mate. "Tyler this is Mia, she is my best friend," she introduced. "Nice meeting you Tyler," I greeted "Nice meeting you as well Mia," he greeted back. I gave him a small smile, "I should leave you to talk and get to know each other," I said and just when I was about to turn and leave. I felt it, a pull in my chest and then the woody scent that seems to turn my own senses upside down. My mate was here. I said internally. Why now of all things and then I turned to the direction I sense my mate to be coming from and then I see him and he sees me only it is not what I expected, it is the least thing I expected. "Mate!" I heard him growl loudly that I felt the halls shake, it was Alpha Damien. I was ruined. **** One week ago It feels strange to think that there was a time when things were actually different, that there was a time when life was better. It wasn't terrible now, but my former life was better because, in that former life, my parents still had breath in their bodies. Now they lie six feet deep in the ground, decomposing. Today marks the fifth anniversary of their death, and it would have been better if my brother and I could visit their graves in peace. But we couldn't; we had to sneak in before dawn to say a prayer or something, that is, if someone up there was actually listening. My brother Zane sort of thought so. It was also strange that we had to sneak into our parents' pack—a pack that was once my pack, a pack that was once our home. But it wasn’t now. The new Alpha, Dixon, my father's former beta, had kicked us out. I should have taken after my father, but I was fifteen at that time, and they claimed a female could not rule. My brother was seven at the time, too young to rule, and the council showed their full support to Dixon, forgetting their fallen Alpha and the good he had done for them. Alpha Dixon would not let us stay in the pack; our presence was a threat to his reign. Even our existence was still a threat, so he made it so that we had to leave to stay with our closest relative, my mother's younger sister, Aunt Mary, claiming we needed the right kind of love and guidance. Bullshit! "Do you think they are happy where they are?" Zane asked as we cleared the dried leaves on their graves. "Of course!" I swiftly responded, giving him a smile. He wouldn’t have had to ask that question if they were alive. He wouldn’t have to be here in the dark, clearing out shrubs and dried leaves. This was all his fault; this was all because of Alpha Damien, the leader of Evergreen Pack, the great Alpha of the North. He was a ruthless and heartless leader, conquering those who stood in his way, and my father was one of those men. He stood in Damien's way of forming a treaty, but it was not an ordinary treaty. Damien wanted dominance over our pack, and my father would not give it. He paid the ultimate price, and my mother paid as well, but it was all for nothing; he stopped his pursuit for dominance after my parents died. "Okay, Mia, I believe you," he smiled back. I placed a kiss on his temple as he continued clearing the leaves. I know the truth. Damien was nothing but a coward, a weak man who got his ego bruised when my father rejected his proposition. He was also a selfish creature. Why my home? Why my pack? What was so interesting about my birth pack that he wanted dominance over it? These questions spiraled in my head countless times, and I had no answer for any of them. But I did have an answer to the main question: would I kill him if given the chance? Absolutely. I would not hesitate. It is the second thing that matters to me, apart from Zane being my first. I will take my revenge, even if it is the last thing I do in this world, and then I will reclaim my pack. "I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad," Zane sniffed as he removed the last leaves. My heart broke just watching him. He was too young. He did not deserve this. He does not deserve this kind of life. Sometimes I wish this was all a dream, a long, sad dream. Because even after five years, it doesn't feel real, but it does at the same time. I remember the day they died, each passing day. I was being nosy when I saw my parents venture into the woods. I had just come back from school when I saw them leaving through the back door and decided to follow them. They met Alpha Damien in a clearing while I hid in the trees. They had a discussion, and I could feel Damien getting infuriated at what my father was saying, while my mother was somehow trying to stop the quarrel. The next thing I knew, three larger men emerged from the bushes and held my mother down. My father immediately got defensive, ready to defend his mate, but it was of no use. He was outnumbered as more men emerged from the bushes. And he had a weakness present: my mother. I remember when the men released my mother; Damien held her by the neck and slit her throat with his claws before severing her head from her body. My father screamed and immediately shifted to attack, and the wolves shifted as well. They surrounded him, circling him, ten to one. He was left vulnerable, and I had been a coward myself. All I could do was stare, frozen, as they severed his body into pieces while Damien laughed sadistically. But I am no coward now. I might not be the strongest, but I have to be strong enough to take Damien down. And I will laugh as his body lies in front of me, as he takes his last breath. "The sun is coming up. Wouldn't you be late for training?" My brother asked, snapping me out of my train of thought. Training—that was everything I did now. It had become my life. I finally realized the time and stood up from the ground, and he did the same. "I guess we have to go. Are you sure you're okay with us leaving now?" I asked. "We could always sneak back," he teased, adding a laugh at the end of his statement. I laughed back. "Yeah, we can always sneak back." *** "You're late!" Landon, the training instructor, scolded as I jogged across the field to where he stood. There were other pack members already training. "I apologize, Landon. It won't happen again," I responded. There was no need to share with him the details and reasons. Landon was never a man interested in anyone's business. The only thing he loved was rules, and he loved it when people followed those rules. "You said that last time. I'm starting to think you're not serious about your training. This isn't your old pack. Your princess privilege won't work here, Mia." "I know," I gritted between my teeth. My stance had shifted; I was getting defensive, but I couldn't help myself. He didn't have to remind me that my life had been turned upside down, and I never received any princess privilege in my former pack. "It seems like you don't," he gritted back. He was annoyed at my defensive stance, but I wasn't going to back down. Yes, this wasn't my pack, but I wouldn't let anyone speak to me rudely. I was no longer that defenseless little child. He sneered. "I'll cut you off from training if this happens again. I'm only letting you go because of your aunt." I had only been late to practice twice, yet I was being threatened. The first time was because I had to help Zane finish his school project that was due that day, and the second time was now. I relaxed my stance. "Thank you. It won't happen again," I responded, gave him a curt nod, and jogged over to my friend Betty, who was standing on the sidelines watching the wolves duel each other. "You're late again," Betty pointed out. "I might have to find myself a new partner," she added, her head tilted a bit as she stared into my eyes. She was four inches shorter than I was, and I stood at five feet eight inches tall—a bit above average for women. Betty was also a brunette. She was around a size ten or so, with a full chest and buttocks. We became acquainted a week after I came to this pack. It was in school. I was sitting alone in the cafeteria when she walked up to me and offered to sit with me. I wanted to turn her down, but there was something about Betty that brought a little bit of light into my life at that time, and that was just what I needed. Since then, we kind of clicked.