Bound To My Alpha’s Uncle

~Marissa~ As I reached the corridor leading to Tristan's room, I was filled with thrills. Today was my eighteenth birthday, and I would finally awaken my wolf. Tristan had promised to celebrate with me and even hinted at a surprise. I couldn't wait to find out what he had planned. But as I approached his room, I overheard something that made my heart stop. Moans. My steps faltered as shock flooded through me. Surely I must be mistaken. But as I strained my ears, I heard their voices taunting me. “You like that, Tristan?” Violet’s voice filled the air as she panted. “I bet Marissa never made you feel like this.” “No, baby, you ride me so well.” Tristan breathed heavily, and a loud smack on her ass followed, giving me cold feet. How could they have done this to me? How come I didn't see this coming? So, was this the surprise plan after all? He didn't even have the courtesy to wait until my birthday had passed. When did all of this s****l adventure begin? I had so many questions, and as they arrived, my eyesight became clouded with wrath and disbelief. He'd have to answer me today! Grabbing the door handle, I pulled it open with force, my teeth clenching as I realized they were entangled, having the best five seconds of heaven. “You shameless bastard!” I roared, fighting the urge to jump on them and tear them apart, if not into pieces. "Marissa!" Tristan exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock. Violet, on the other hand, smirked at me, her eyes filled with evil satisfaction. "How could you? You had no shame having s*x with my stepsister on my birthday! Do you have no heart?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not here, not in front of them. Violet's laughter rang out like a cruel melody. "Oh, Marissa, sweetie," she cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've always been so naive. Did you really think Tristan would stay faithful to you?" “No man in his right senses would ever choose you over me.” “You know you’ve done a lot of despicable things to me, but I still didn’t expect that you would stoop so low to have my leftovers," I spat. "You're nothing but trash, Violet, and don’t think that this relationship will last.” “Trust me, it will.” I only scoffed, seeing no need to rub myself in the mud with pigs like them. “Have fun taking the trash out.” “You’re just mad that, right from our childhood, you haven’t been able to compete with me, and somehow, your boyfriend still fell under my skirt.” She retorted. I could envision a steam of smoke escaping my ears, but I still couldn’t blame her. If Tristan hadn’t been a fool, she wouldn’t be here thinking that she stood a chance with me in the real world. Putting on a wide grin despite my heart tearing into pieces, I repeated, “Garbage should always remain in the trash can, so thank you for picking up my unwanted garbage day after day.” I said it with a loud clap of mockery and annoyance. A snort accompanied by an eye roll left her as she replied to me, her tone laced with contempt, “You can only talk quickly now.” “I know you’ll give me the best birthday gift tonight because I just saved you from being with a guy who wasn’t strong enough to resist temptation.” She caressed his face while saying all of that too. If it were any other day, I would have started a major fight with her, but I had to remind myself that it was my birthday. Even if my joy had been stolen, there was still room to create my own happiness. And to think that Tristan didn’t even care to speak, not even a little fight with her that gaslighted me that he still loved me. He really didn’t care, and the red flags were boldly written on the wall, but I chose to be a servant of blindness. Shaking my head with disappointment in myself for having bad taste in men, I ignored her and turned on my heel all by myself to prepare for my transformation tonight. ***** As it got dark, I retreated to a lonely area in the woods and prepared to accept my fate as a wolf. With a mix of eagerness and nervousness, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the shift, urging the wolf within me to break out. But nothing occurred. I tried again, focusing all of my energy and concentration on the change, but nothing changed. Panic stuffed my soul, as I knew something was very wrong. How could this happen? I had always been proud of my warrior wolf lineage, but now, just when I needed it most, my wolf side had abandoned me. "You can't treat me like this on my birthday, goddess." I sobbed in the hope that she would feel sorry for me. The single thing I had been looking forward to was about to disappear forever. Tears welled up in my eyes as I slumped to the ground, feeling like a failure. Without my wolf, I was nothing more than a weakened and vulnerable Omega. At that moment, my father, Julian, loomed before me, his countenance a mix of disappointment and disgust. "So, it seems you're not the powerful warrior wolf you claimed to be," he sneered, his words cutting my heart. I clenched my fists, fighting back the urge to lash out at him. "Father, please," I pleaded. "I don't know what went wrong. But I'll fix it, I swear." “Maybe, by morning, my wolf will be out.” But all I got from him was laughter, bitterness, and mockery, just like his other daughter. "Fix it? How do you plan to do that, Marissa? You can't even transform into a wolf. You're useless to me and to our pack in general." Desperation tugged at the back of my throat when I understood how dire the matter was. Without the power to shift, I would be unable to complete the marital alliance with the Blackwoods wolves, and we would miss out on the opportunity to reclaim the relics left by my mother. Julian's eyes narrowed in scorn. "You're not fit to marry into the Blackwoods pack," he said coldly. "Break off the engagement, and perhaps then we can salvage some dignity." The burden of what he said crashed on me like a great deal of bricks. My engagement, my relationship, and Wolf were all sliding through my fingers. Worst of all, I had disappointed my father, the person whose favor I had always sought. Having no other choice, I knew I had to find a solution. I couldn't let Tristan and Violet get away with their betrayal, and I couldn't let my father strip me of everything I held dear. Seeking out the wolf doctor, I desperately sought answers. "What's wrong with me?" I demanded, my voice tinged with frustration and fear. The doctor's expression was grave as he examined me. "It appears you have a delayed transformation due to wolf poison in your system," he explained solemnly. I gasped, my chest tightening over how much had happened in less than a day. Wasn’t it enough that she slept with him? She is so insecure that she wanted to kill my wolf and myself too. “Is there something that can be done about it?” I asked with a weak yet concerned tone. The doctor sighed, his eyes filled with sympathy. "It will take time for the poison to dissipate from your body. In the meantime, there's little we can do." Frustration surged within me, but amidst the anger, a flicker of hope ignited. Tristan would pay for this, and there was only one way to get him back. Dominic Blackwood. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down my spine. Everybody knew that danger was that man’s middle name; he was hardly in any form of rumor or small talk because the culprit always got wiped the next day. Since Tristan had the audacity to go after my stepsister, he wouldn’t have any problem with me having a little fun with his handsome uncle. Remembering Tristan's fearful words about Blackwood's return to the country and the location he would be at, I knew what I had to do. Quickly, confirming my makeup and getting dressed in one of the most dressy-to-kill gowns, I had one thing on my mind as I headed for the bar: seduce and manipulate the target.