The Reluctant Queen

Chapter2

Lucta's Pov

"I'm not leaving," I reassured them. "I'm going to get help."

"Who are you going to call?" Cynthia asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "What pack?"

I hesitated, knowing our pack's reputation. "The other packs," I replied, unsure if they would even answer.

Cynthia snorted. "You know they don't like us. Your father fought with every single pack out there."

I thought for a moment before remembering one pack. "What about the Torrent pack?"

Cynthia's expression turned grim. "The Torrent pack? You can't be serious. Your father r***d their daughter you know?”

This was news to me and I wasn't surprised. My father had a history of violence, and I knew he was capable of such atrocities. He had even r***d my own mother, and then taken me from her, hoping I would grow up to be an alpha female. At that time Alpha females were trending and were seen as prestigious.

"What do we do?" one of the omegas asked, her voice trembling.

I looked down, my mind racing. We couldn't rely on the alphas; they were nowhere to be found. We were on our own.

And then, I remembered. A long time ago, my father had kidnapped an alpha boy. I had helped him escape, and before he left, he gave me a phone number. He told me to call it if I ever needed help.

I stood up, a glimmer of hope in my chest. "I know someone," I said, trying to sound confident.

"Who?" Cynthia asked.

I took a deep breath. "Someone who will help us. He will come to our rescue."

The omegas looked at me uncertainly, but I could see the desperation in their eyes. They were willing to try anything.

"Okay, let's do it," one of them said finally.

I nodded, trying to sound calm. "Alright, here's the plan. I'll run to my father's office and call for help. You all run to the water hall. We'll meet there later."

The omegas nodded, and we counted to three before running in opposite directions. I prayed to the Goddess of Wolves, hoping that she would help us. Hoping that the number I had would actually work.

I ran as fast as I could, hiding from the feral wolves that roamed the pack. Finally, I reached my father's office and grabbed the phone. My heart racing, I dialed the number, hoping against hope that someone would answer.

The phone rang and rang, but no one picked up. All my hope came crashing down. What was I to do? I had given the omegas hope that I would call for rescue, that I would find someone to help us. And now this.

It was too early to give up, I told myself, trying to break free from despair. Let's call the number again, I thought. I called it again, and this time, someone answered.

"Hello?" said a deep voice.

"Hello," I replied, my voice shaking.

"Hello?" the voice repeated.

"I need help, please," I said, trying to sound calm.

"Who are you?" the person on the other end asked.

I hesitated, wondering if he would remember me. "I...I was the girl who helped you," I whispered. "Back then, as a kid, when my father tried to kidnap you."

There was silence on the other end, and I wondered if I had made a mistake.

"I remember you," he said finally. "What do you need help for?"

"My pack," I said, my voice cracking. "My pack has been set on fire."

"Your alphas?" he asked.

“I have no idea where they are" I replied, trying to hold back tears. "Please, I need your help."

"I'll be there," he said, and then the line went dead.

I stood in my father's office, my heart racing. He had really answered the call. I didn't know what to expect, I had no idea if he would really come but first, I had to find my way back to the omegas.

I left my father's office, going the same way I had come, trying to get back to the omegas. As I walked, I heard a scream from a corner. What was going on?

I turned and saw a little omega, holding her kid and screaming for help. She was being chased by a feral wolf.

As much as I wanted to save myself, I also wanted to save her. Quickly, I ran to where she was.

"Keep quiet," I whispered. "Maybe we can escape."

But it was too late. The wolf was closing in. The omega's baby, who had been silent until then, suddenly started crying.

"Oh no," I muttered to myself. "We're fucked."

I turned to the omega. "Go down to the water hall!" I screamed. "Run!"

She ran, and I turned to face the wolf. "Get back!" I snarled.

The wolf growled at me, and I stood my ground, trying to appear braver than I felt. I looked it square in the eyes, but my heart was racing. I turned around to see that the omega had run to safety. Now it was just me and the wolf.

I thought to myself that it wouldn't be so bad to die here. I had no reason to live, and I was doing the world a favor by dying. No one liked me or cared. My family wanted me dead and so did the people in the pack. If I died only the omegas would cry.

The omegas. They would be so annoyed at me if I died. Remembering the omegas suddenly gave me a will to live. The omegas loved me and cared for me. I couldn't leave them behind.

I looked around for something to defend myself with and found a piece of burning wood on the ground. I picked it up, holding it towards the wolf. It shrank back, giving me some space.

I was scared, but I wasn't going to die without putting up a fight. I thought about transforming into my wolf, but I knew it would be powerless against this alpha wolf. My wolf was small, and as an omega, I was already at a disadvantage.

I slashed the fire in front of the wolf, trying to create some distance. The wolf retreated, and I took advantage of the momentary distraction to make a run for it.

I dropped the fire and took off, running as fast as I could. I had to get to the other omegas and reassure them that help was on the way. They were probably scared, and the last omega I had seen was likely to have told them about my fight with the alpha.

As I ran, I suddenly heard the growl of another alpha wolf. Before I knew what was happening, it pounced on me. I screamed, trying to push it away as it bit into my side and slamming me against a wall.

"Get off me!" I cried, using every ounce of strength I had to try and push the wolf away. I was determined to survive, just a few moments after I had resigned myself to death.

I tried to push the wolf away, but

it was too strong. I was trapped, and I knew I couldn't hold out for much longer.

Was I going to die?