Marked For The Goddess

The Rage of Alpha Donte Phillips

At some point I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke, it was pitch black outside, and Cliff had left.

My face was still slick with tears and my eyes felt swollen.

I could still hear my mom crying, but then I heard someone else yelling too.

Something had crashed to the ground and I jumped at the sound. Was she throwing things? Having a breakdown? Was it the other person throwing things?

I mustered up the strength to stand up off my bed and make my way down the hall toward the stairs and living room where the sound was coming from. 

...

It is said to be deadly to an Alpha if he were to lose his mate. Driving their wolves crazy, in turn, driving their human mad. Driving them was now nothing but madness, or they became heavily destructive and deadly.

And here he was.

Alpha Donte.

Ripping through our house.

Raging.

Screaming.

Smashing everything he can.

My mom was crying, just bowing to her Alpha. Nothing either one of us could do, especially if he had ordered her to stand there. Her wolf would force her to submit to him. 

Next, he made eye contact with me and roared.

Things carried on this way the entire day. Mom and I just sitting on the couch. me holding her. No words spoken until it seemed that everything that could shatter, splinter, or deflate, had.

At this time, it was clear that his wolf was fighting to take control, and since Donte had exhausted himself further by destroying our home, he let him slip.

In an instant, his large, beastly claws ripped across my mother's face. Leaving behind three, ragged cuts from her forehead to her trembling lips. Through the bit of blood coming from the gashes, it was evident that her eye had taken some heavy damage as well.

He smiled at the sight of her blood, and I clutched her tightly, pulling her bleeding face into my chest as I glared at him.

He stood straight as he watched me, losing his smile slightly, then just as quick, he smirked. 

"You know," he started. "I know you and Lewis were so close." He held up his two fingers as he twisted them together to show us what he meant. "This must be killing you inside, Miranda."

He walked slowly around the living room, hands slid into his back pockets. "Yes, I lost my Luna. But you, you lost your Luna AND your mate." There was a short pause. "Delta." He chuckled. "Couldn't even protect his Luna."

I knew his wolf was acting out at the loss of his mate. But, my mother lost her's too. Why couldn't he see that? Why was he being so disgusting? Moon Goddess, what do we do?

"Little Blair." He said. Almost gently, with a hint of his madness mixed into it. Roughly grabbing my chin so that I am forced to look at him. So I stare directly into his eyes with fresh tears falling freely.

After a minute or two of silent staring at each other, his brows furrow and nose crinkled up, shoving my face to the side. "Such a shame," he booms. "You to be brought up by such a..... A useless, useless man." He spat, Athea forcing a growl from my mom. He chuckled again. "Your mate, Miranda, couldn't even protect his Luna. He just laid there, gasping for air. As if I'd help him while my Luna laid their headless!" He shouted. "How the f**k does your Luna die before your Delta, and you think it's okay to mourn him?!" He was leaning down in our faces now, his pointing finger so close that a sneeze would bring physical contact from her slightly healing face. "You're not ashamed?" He stood up, wide eyed. Is he surprised we are mourning for my father? Her mate? 

And I slipped up. "What the hell kind of question is that!" I yelled. He looked at me, still holding his confused look.

"Its your fault, you know."

This caught Donte and I off guard."'Cuse me?" He said.

"You refused to turn her. And now we've both lost our mates for your stupidity." Mom actually chuckled and I watched in pure disbelief. "Your stupidity lost my mate, our Luna. Crimson Summit's Luna. You. Lost. Your. Luna." She chuckled darkly again. "f**k you, Donte."

He roared and launched her across the living room with a thud.

Now Beta Darren and Gamma Kyro are walking in. "Upstairs with them. I've already ordered the pack to ignore any sound coming from this f*****g house. They are to watch this place burn. Can't have such trash tainting Crimson Summit any longer."

Darren grabbed my mom and Kyro grabbed me. "I'm so sorry." He whispered so low not even the other werewolves in the house could hear him. I shuddered. He and my dad were so close. How on earth could he do this to us...

Donte cleared his throat. The men brought us upstairs and sat us down on mom and dad's bed. His scent filling our nostrils, I could feel mom's body relax a little even under these circumstances.

They had bound us by ropes, the smelling of wolfsbane coming off of them. due to the loss of her Luna and her mate, Athea was weak, but this little bit of wolfsbane would ensure that she should be to weak to shift. I didn't have my wolf yet so they didn't even lace my ropes. 

"I, Donte Phillips, Alpha of the Crimson Summit pack, hereby banish Miranda and Blair Rivera, to serve the punishment of the late Delta Lewis Rivera, for his crimes against this pack regarding the loss of its Luna, the late Luna Abigail Phillips. Effective immediately."

A shear pain immediately ripped through my body, shredding the tie between us and the pack, instantly changing our scents to that of a rogue. Kyro and Darren looked at us, pained, sad, wishing they could help. But, ya know, Alpha's orders.

"Make sure to take care of his body with the rest of the rogues." He finally ordered, turning to leave.

"Rot in hell!" My mom screamed back at him. I was just silent, frozen again in fear. What the hell is happening?

I'm gonna die tonight. And so is my mom.

My dad is gone.

I'm gonna die before I get my wolf.

I'm gonna leave my mate without meeting them, leaving them to wait for me for the rest of their life. And I'll never show up, because I'll be dead.

It's Wednesday night. I literally get to meet my wolf, in two midnights. And now, I can't.

So. Close.

The intense smell of gasoline brought me out of my own head. Mom had grown so weak, it was almost like she was falling asleep. Laying on her side now, face into the bed. She was on my father's side so I just assumed she was breathing in the last of his scent.

So not only did he freaking banish us, he is going to burn the damn house down with us inside. With no one allowed to come help us. This is so disgusting. I am appalled by this man, as if my life wasn't about to end. This isn't the Alpha I grew up with. This isn't the Alpha I had such a crush on growing up before he met Abigail, and still fevered after to this day. No. This man was deranged. Disgusting. Demonic.

He left us.

Mom not making a sound nor moving, but I could hear her heart beat.

Me, crying, still frozen in fear, in pain, heart broken, and feeling shameful. Our own Alpha, banishing us from our pack, our family and friends, our entire lives. And as if that wasn't soul shattering enough, he is literally going to burn us alive.

Once I could sense that everyone was out of the house, I could smell the fire that they had started downstairs.