Mated To The Wrong Alpha

His Vengeful Gaze

Chapter 2

Leah's POV

The person I once thought was my dearest sister bared her teeth mockingly at me.

“Hello, darling Leah.”

I couldn't believe my eyes. “What are you…what are you doing here?”

She laughed loudly, the sound like stab wounds in my heart. “What do you think, darling? I'm Shane's lover, of course.” She beamed at me as she walked over to his side and leaned on him, placing a hand on his chest. “We look perfect together, wouldn't you agree?”

“You…what…”

Shane scoffed, irritated. “I can't believe you have the time to explain the situation to her, Lena. Leave her be; she's beneath you now. Let's go.”

My heart tightened, and I feared that it would tear apart from the aching pain that hit me. Shane and Helena turned away from me, and I scampered to my feet towards them.

“Wait, Shane!”

But I'd only taken two steps when strong hands dragged me against the two hulking chests of the guards. I winced as one pulled my hair backward, Helena laughing as I was dragged away, screaming and crying.

Soon I was thrown into a dark cell and locked up. The guards looked at me pitifully while I banged against the doors, screaming and begging for one more chance to speak to Shane—but even the guards left me at some point.

I couldn't recall how long I wept, but I didn't stop until my voice went hoarse, and my throat felt dry. Still, the tears quietly streamed down my face, and I fell to the floor, drained of all energy.

I still couldn't believe it. My own sister had betrayed me and become my mate's lover. How long had this been going on for? Weeks? Months? Years?

A lone tear slid down the side of my face at the thought. If they'd truly been together for a while, then that would mean she'd been laughing behind my back while I was trying to win back favor from Shane.

“Poor Leah,” she always said, and as I thought about it, I realized she wasn't trying to console me; instead, she genuinely thought that I was pitiful.

I gazed up at the ceiling, tears blurring my sight until I fell asleep. I was abruptly woken up by a dream where a huge crab-like creature with Helena’s face had jumped on my body and clawed endlessly at my skin, laughing maniacally.

“The tumor is hereditary, Miss Leah,” the doctor had said when I went to the hospital. “Even if it's surgically operated on, the chances of a reoccurrence are 80.7%. And it's spread all over your body, weakening your system. Your only chance of getting better would be to get your wolf back, as that would not only speed the healing process but would also help in building stamina.”

“But…how can I get my wolf back if it's suppressed by the tumor?” I'd asked, tears streaming down my face.

“Only your true mate can do that for you,” the doctor had responded with a sorry expression. “And, who knows? Alpha Shane could be the one.”

I was brought back to reality by a rat running across my cell. I chuckled in despair as I could barely believe that this was my life now. No, it couldn't be; Shane and Helena could probably be playing tricks on me, right?

The tears streamed down my cheeks again, my nails leaving groove marks on the floor. Just how long would I rot here while Helena f****d my husband?

I was completely abandoned by everyone except the guards delivering my food. Days passed. Then weeks. Then months.

I'd just marked off the end of my seventeenth week—about four months after being thrown into prison—when I heard whispers outside. I crawled towards the door, recognizing one of the voices as the maid who was routinely sent by Helena to check on me.

“I'm surprised too!” she said, her voice frantic. “What on earth does he want from us?”

“I hear he killed the previous Alpha of Seaside in a fair fight and took over his position," a second voice that seemed like Zachary's, one of the guards, quipped. But unlike his usual haughty tone, he sounded… scared. “He cannot be good news.”

“Worse, he's never been defeated in a war. And he's fought a very good number of them, according to the rumor mill.” The maid's voice shook. “Plus, he never spares his enemies. What’s Alpha Shane going to do now that he's here, in our pack?”

The news made me speechless. There was a dangerous man in our pack? Was the pack in trouble? Would it lead to a slaughter?

Then I chuckled to myself; I was hopeless, still thinking about a pack that didn't care for me. My mind was still spinning from the news when I heard the maid sigh. “For some odd reason, the Alpha wants us to bring the wolfless girl out.”

My ears perked up at that. Shane wanted to see me? Really?

I was filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. Why did Shane want to see me, especially on the night when some mysterious and dangerous Alpha was visiting?

Not too long after, the maid left the gossip group and came to me, then unlocked the door and hauled me up. She cursed when my knees buckled under me, and they had to hold me up the entire way.

“What is going on?” I asked a few times, but none of them responded to my questions. Instead they focused on giving me a bath and a fancy gown to wear. I gave them confused expressions, but they kept on with their actions till I was done.

When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't recognize myself behind all the make-up they'd put to cover the marks from the dungeon.

I looked… beautiful, the realization making me swallow hard; I looked like a Luna. Did Shane want to—

“There you are.” I spun around to see Shane leaning against the door, staring at me. My heart began to beat loudly in my chest.

"Shane"

He ignored me. “Good. She looks presentable. Take her to the dining room now,” he said to the maids that had dressed me up. “The Alpha of Seaside’s waiting.”

‘She looks presentable?’ The Alpha of Seaside is waiting? What did he mean by that…?

The maids guided me to the dining room, and I felt my heart slowly drop into my stomach with every step.

When we arrived at the dining room, Shane spoke first. “We apologize for the delay, Alpha. We had to ensure she was prepped and ready.”

I held my breath and looked up at the visitor, my heart hitching as I gasped. The sound turned Shane's face ugly, but for once, I didn't care about Shane's expression.

My eyes were trained on the visitor. Dark hair, piercing eyes, and an enthralling gaze. There was only one person who I’d seen with such a gaze. The one I'd rejected a long time ago, and had later heard of his death.

Kilton.