The Alpha Twins’ Possessions (The Wolves From The Agreement)

Pack's Things - part 2

Alpha Yarin, however, ignores them and turns to Illaria. “As for you, Princess Warren, I suppose I should escort you out of here as well…”

“No, you will not,” Beta Helena cuts in sharply. “Our Alpha King was clear when he ordered me to take his Luna to his room. So, I’m sorry, Alpha Yarin, you and the Sokolov Princesses may not accept what the Alpha commands, but I do, and I abide properly to his orders. To HIS, not yours. You are not in charge here. It seems like your delusional Luna role-play is finally coming to an end."

"You have no idea what you're talking about, Helena—Beta Helena," Alpha Yarin snaps, her voice dangerously low. “You should put yourself in your place, Beta. And let me tell you something: this Princess Warren here… she’s dangerous. She may not have an aura, but those types are the worst ones, they act like rats. Just be warned, Beta’s mate:—you have a psychopath on your side…”

“The only psychopath here is you,” Helena retorts, glaring.

“Alpha Yarin, I assure you, I’m nothing like my family. You don’t need to treat me like your enemy-…” Illaria says quietly, her voice shaking.

“Why would I trust anything a scum like you says? And, clearly, someone like you is not my enemy at all. Scum Princess, to be my enemy, you’d have to be something,” Yarin says coldly. “But you are nothing more than a bug—one I could crush underfoot with ease. And you know what? It’s obvious that something is off about you, and I’ll find out what it is. When I do, I’ll end you. If I were you, I’d avoid bigger troubles and run while I still can. You’re not welcome here, Warren. You never will be. You won’t last a week.”

“You’d better stop now, or I’ll tell the Alpha what you’ve been saying to his future Luna!” Helena warns, her voice rising.

“You won’t tell the Alpha anything. And this girl—she will never become our Luna, Helena. Mark my words. If they truly did mate…” She lets the words hang in the air for a second with a threat and Illaria’s pupils dilate in terror as Yarin’s suspicious words hit her hard. Yarin tilts her head appraisingly before continuing. “He might be blind to the little princess’s flaws now, but I’m not. And I’ll take pleasure in watching his eyes open to see what a disaster it is to bring a Warren Clan scumbag into our lands.”

Alpha Yarin’s gaze keeps analyzing every single corner on the small, trembling Illaria—so fragile and lacking in aura that she could easily be mistaken for a gamma or even an omega.

The last thing she seemed to represent was danger, or a possible Luna to her Pack. But Alpha Yarin, who had strong ambitions, intended to bequeath it all and wouldn’t lose to such a joke.

“You’ve been warned, Beta. I wouldn’t leave my back unguarded around this one if I were you. Don’t come running to me for help when the worst happens…” Her eyes then target at the blonde Princess. “I can see you’re a depressing and weak princess with no aura—laughable, really. Yet, you’re as much of an untrustworthy psycho as your entire family. Know that you don’t fool me for a second. Who would trust a scumbag like you with a title as important as Luna? That will never happen. You don’t fit our Alpha King at all, in any way.” With a mocking smile and a measured step, Yarin approaches and whispers in the little She-Wolf’s ear. “I know you are scheming something, Princess Slag. I’m seeing you…” And her drawling, threatening tone makes the Warren Princess’s nervousness to spike.

“You don’t know anything.” Illaria’s voice wavers, half stuttering, before the girl manages to badly steady it. “That’s just what you’d like to believe… But you should stop making accusations you can’t back up…”

“Alright then, we’ll see.” Yarin sneers. “Try me, caterpillar, I will love it. Challenge me, like the small, disgusting insect you are and let’s see how you don’t end up crushed under my feet.” Yarin then shoves Illaria backward in a show of force, which makes the little blonde Princess trip over her heels and dress and fall awkwardly to the ground.

“What are you doing?! Stop it right now, Yarin! Touch her again, and I’ll mentally link with the Alpha right away!” Helena threatens and steps between the two, her voice trembling with fury.

But before things can get any worse, Beta Francis Van Tharlin, Alpha Yarin’s right hand, steps forward, putting herself in a defensive position as well, in front of her Alpha. And both Betas growl at each other.

“Fine, Beta Helena,” Yarin laughs in her superior witticism. “Oh, I was so mean to such a fragile little Princess. The Princess Slag.” She and Beta Francis laugh even louder. Then, turning to Francis, Alpha Yarin orders, “come on, Van Tharlin, let’s go. We don’t need to waste our time with these little scums. Their time is running out already, anyway.” As they prepare to leave, Yarin adds, “And you, Beta Helena—if I were you, I wouldn’t walk around with a Warren psychopath without someone watching my back. So don't say I didn't warn you. You've both been warned.” Her threatening cold stare drops to Illaria on the floor for one last second, and a cold shiver runs through the trembling girl's being right away, shaking her small body as much as her still-rapid breathing did.

“Oh, thank you for your consideration, Alpha Yarin,” Helena snaps sarcastically. “Too bad I didn’t ask!”

Frances barks in anger, but remains in her battle stance until Yarin turns to leave the Hall and she follows.

Helena looks around the now-empty Great Hall, knowing full well that the She-Wolves have scattered to different rooms to gossip—probably not saying anything very good about the new Luna.

Beta Helena doesn’t understand the hostility toward Princess Illaria. Yes, her family had a questionable reputation, but family names had never mattered much to plebeians as Helena. And there wasn’t a single fiber in her being that doubted her Alpha King’s judgment…

Illaria sits slumped on the cold stone floor, her gaze fixed downward, frowning at the ground. With her youthful beauty and fragile appearance, she looks weak—helpless, even. But strength isn’t what they need in this Pack. They have enough of that with their Majestic Legendary Wolves as Kings. What they need now is something more… more soft and bright… Something like little Illaria, potentially capable of warming and illuminating a fearsome, cold-blooded Wolf like their High Alpha King and perhaps the rest of their freezing pack along with it…

Illaria carries a kind of ethereal impressiveness of old poets, of old mythological sayings, the kind that could melt even the hardest stones. Or at least bring hope of something like that.

Helena glances back at the girl still slumped dowdily on the floor, her ornate gown crumpled around her.

As fragile and helpless as Illaria seems, Helena can sense something deeper about this Princess, something like… a promise, even if it doesn’t feel the same to the other three girls behind her—or to the rest of the Pack.

“What if… maybe they’re right…?” Gamma Jasmine murmurs to her group in the silent Hall. “What if she is a threat?”

“She doesn’t even have an aura... how could she be a threat?” Beta Merigold asks, skeptical. “She seems like an omega.”

“Our Alpha can’t mate with an omega.” Gamma Blanche states in disbelief. “Can he?” But then adds, uncertain.

“She is not an omega,” gamma Jasmine corrects her friend, “but—”

“But she looks like one.” Beta Merigold finishes the sentence as if she knows what everyone there is thinking, giving up discretion and pointing out the fact that this girl behaves in a way opposite to anything else they are accustomed to from an Alpha—or any high-ranking Wolf, honestly.

“You do realize that she might not really be our Luna… right?” Blanche chimes in, and Helena narrows her eyes at her friends, eavesdropping their muttered gossip.

“Even if she isn’t the Luna, or if she is an omega… or whatever else! She’s still the Alpha King’s possession.” Helena retorts sharply. “And he made it very clear of what he wants.” With that, Beta Helena strides over to Illaria and helps her up, “I’m sorry about all this, Luna,” the Beta says softly, offering a hand to the fallen Princess.

Illaria is still all shaken up, but trying to remain composed, she looks up with a raised chin.

Her thoughts seemed very inefficient, though, and they could not guide her through the repercussions and occurrences around her. She had always been made of quick parts and reserve, but after all that happened today, there was nothing more of quickness left in her mind. Barely there was a mind left.

The Blood Moon Pack had won. Alpha Yarin had won. And for a deep moment, the little Princess wished to leave it at that.

Maybe they just deserved it.

So Illaria still felt like she didn’t know what to do, whether she should smile and shake it all off, or just give up and run away from there. She did try to smile, but quickly remembered that these girls were still from the Pack that had devastated hers. Definitely she had no Princess Protocols about any of this, or what to do next…

Or what would be of her in there… The stories she had heard about enemy Royal Families had never been good…

She had no idea how to deal with a hostile Pack of which she was now a sort of captive, dependent only on their Great and Powerful Alpha King’s good disposition—something probably never very common of him. A Pack that had destroyed hers, brutally, and known for their animosity and cruelty, one she should hate and that she knows—now first and foremost—one hates her very much...

So, no Princess Protocols to face an enemy Pack that happens to hold her fate in their hands, but strangely, she felt no hatred towards this Beta Helena. She treated her with respect—and even enthusiasm—from the beginning. She seemed too good to be true, as her mate, that Beta Austin seemed...

Helena still looked worriedly at the little Alpha Princess, while with a respectful gesture, she dusts off Illaria’s gown and tries to restore some of the dignity she had lost.

The fairy-like little Princess can’t avoid her sad smile this time, but truly grateful for the brunette as their eyes meet and Illaria musters the rest of the strength left in her body to say:

“It’s okay. Those kind of petty fights are more than I engage for, I assure you. I’m fine.” She lies and Helena smiles back and nods.

The only thing Illaria knows is that she can’t succumb yet. There are so many things involved and all depending on her, including all the many lives. So many… In fact, her entire Pack, and she may not have a fiber of Alpha instincts or power left in her… or her Wolf. But the responsibility for what is hers, THAT she could never let go. Even if it causes her death.

In order not to fail them, she would continue until her last breath and that sense of purpose was the only thing that kept her the little blonde Princess moving now.

Helena, sensing the tension in the air, glances around. “There are things lurking between the cracks, behind the balustrades and archways,” she mutters softly. "Luna, we should get away from here, let's go."

Illaria takes a deep breath and follows her and her friends. She knows she will need to feign poise just a little longer, or at least she tells herself that and tries to calm herself down, while her heart is still panicking in her chest, not knowing where she is going or what will happen to her next.