My Evil Werewolf Sister

8

As the wedding day approached, the tension between the two packs was palpable. There was a growing sense of unease, a fear that the fragile peace would not hold.

Tensions had been simmering for years, with each side suspicious of the other. Now, with the marriage of Sarah and Johnny, these fears had come to a head.

Amidst all this turmoil, Sarah was determined to go ahead with the marriage, despite the growing unrest.

I had never imagined myself to be at the centre of such a storm. I was okay with being just a humble servant of the pack, content to remain in the shadows. But now it seemed like every turn I made I was judged for an action they barely understood.

I was viewed as a dangerous outsider, a threat to the stability of the pack. I was stuck in the middle, torn between my loyalty to my sister and my feelings for Johnny.

There was no clear path to take, and with the tension of the elder's decision about my case, I felt like I was walking with a ticking bomb on my neck.

"There you are, you were supposed to be helping in the kitchen," Miss Dawson declared in a tone that could cut through steel. Her gaze was as sharp as a dagger, her expression one of pure disdain. "Now, get to the library and start cleaning. It must be spotless by noon."

I stood there, frozen in place, dreading what awaited me in the library. Miss Dawson's demands were never easy to fulfil, and I knew I would be scrubbing until my hands were raw. But I had no choice but to obey, or face the consequences.

I often wondered what life would have been like if I had been able to transform. Or if Mother hadn't died would have still being excluded for not having a wolf?

I wasn't one to hold grudges, Mother always said "Life is a maze, we just have to find the right path". I am a wolfless Alpha's daughter subjected to the rank of a runt, I wonder what path this will turn out to be.

The library was a haven of knowledge and solitude, but today it felt like a prison. Every corner I turned, I ran into Johnny, who looked at me with his usual smile. It was as if the universe was playing a cruel game, bringing us together time and time again. I knew I couldn't give in to temptation, but it was hard to resist his charms.

I tried to keep my eyes down and focused on my task, but I could feel his gaze burning into my skin. I could hear the rustle of his pages as he turned them, my heart racing with each movement.

My attention was so firmly fixed on avoiding Johnny that I didn't notice the loose floorboard under my feet. I felt myself losing my balance, the ground rapidly approaching. I braced myself for the impact, but it never came. Instead, I found myself in a pair of strong arms, a familiar scent invading my senses. I couldn't help but breathe it in, allowing myself a moment of respite from the chaos of the day.

I looked up to find Johnny looking down at me, his dark eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.

His blue eyes shone bright I found myself lost in it. With his face so close to mine I could see how sharp and chiselled his jawline was.

Clearing my throat, I took a step back as I responded "Yes I'm good, thank you". The moment was awkward, I couldn't stare at him long enough, I felt he would see my desire for him.

"why are you working alone?" he asked his eyes filled with curiosity, I found myself tongue-tied, how do I explain this to him?

"This has always been how it is Johnny, I'm a runt," I told him with my eyes downcasted.

His fingers touched my chin as he raised my head to meet his eyes, "you are not a runt, don't you ever disrespect yourself like that" he said his blue eyes turned darker.

His touch sent shivers down my spine, I had to keep still from purring like a cat, and with his fingers on my face, his thumb rubbing circles on my cheek, I couldn't help but blush at the contact.

His expression changed as he watched me intensively, he took a step closer, closing the distance between us, and I could feel his breath on my face, I knew he wanted to kiss me and I knew I wanted it, I had denied myself for so long and I couldn't hold back any longer.

As my heart raced and my body trembled with anticipation, I felt his breath on my lips, his gaze filled with desire. In that moment, everything else faded away, and I was lost in the magic of the moment. But then, the door to the library creaked open, shattering the spell.

I leapt away from Johnny, my face flushed with embarrassment. I tried to compose myself, but it was too late.

Miss Dawson stood with a suspicious look on her face, "what's going on here, I thought I told you to clean but instead you are disturbing the gentleman" she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Johnny's voice was calm and composed, but I could sense the nervous energy beneath the surface. "I'm sorry if I distracted her from her work," he said, his gaze darting between me and the person at the door. "I was looking for a book and couldn't find it, so I thought she might be able to help me."

His words were simple and to the point, but I could feel the tension in the air. The person at the door was silent, their presence an ominous weight on the room. I waited for them to speak, dreading what they might say.