Never Mine

Welcome to Our World

I knew sleeping would be quite difficult as I try to absorb what Reed just revealed earlier.

He is a werewolf. His friends were actually his pack, together with all the men inside that mafia-like compound.

And to make it even more interesting, he said that I am a wolf too.

How can I be a wolf? Just look at how my body is built. I may not be skinny and I do have the curves in the right places but I am definitely not built to be a wolf.

I took the journal from my bag and opened the pages to the one that had a drawing of the wolf.

It was a huge beast, almost twice the size of a human being. How can I be something like that? How can Reed and his friends and the people inside that compound be like this monster?

And what about those bikers that were stalking me. Are they wolves too? Or vampires? That’s how it worked in movies right? It was always the battle between the wolves and the vampires.

If wolves were true then it would only mean that vampires exist too. And witches, elves, fairies, and dragons.

All this thinking made my head hurt.

I was never the person who enjoyed taking sleeping pills but for this particular circumstance, I wouldn’t mind taking one or two.

And I did which instantly made me feel dizzy after a few minutes. Well, it was a temporary escape, an escape that I would love to enjoy right now.

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I was already expecting this reaction from Elara. Well, I had several scenarios really and this was one of the peaceful reactions that I imagined she would be having after I tell her the truth.

I allowed her to have a headstart before I asked Lucas and Rocky to follow her. “Follow her and be sure that she is safe. Damian’s men are already stalking her. I have to go get something before I attempt to get her back.”

“What if she refused to stay with us,” Thomas asked.

“We all know that she has no other choice but to be with us. We are all she had got.” I had to remind him. Thomas had always been the one who had a hard time embracing the life that we have right now. Although he was pretty adjusted with what were are and what our role was in this world, he knew that it was difficult for someone who was born into being a wolf.

Thomas’s parents were both humans. He turned into a wolf because of the bite and not because he was born into it. It was as difficult as being born into it, but always a bit more.

Although he is still on good terms with his parents, he chose to move away. It was safer for them that way. The idea of his parents being involved with “wolf affairs” was obviously unwelcoming. He had to stay away from his loved ones to protect them.

But it was different for Elara. His father was an Alpha. Although her mother lived in a world outside wolves, she was by blood a wolf and a daughter of an Alpha. She needs to embrace this life or die like a lone wolf would if left without a pack.

And the pack that I have right now is hers too.

We have been looking for her for so long. Charles Freling did a very good job in hiding her from the other side of his life.

Everyone knew that he has a daughter with a human wife.

But when Charles Freling died, he left his only daughter vulnerable. She had no allies, she was no one in your world. His father failed to introduce her to the right people, build a relationship strong enough to keep her protected even after his death.

But my father was more than willing to welcome Elara to our pack. Charles was one of the good friends he had in the council back in the day. But Charles hid his daughter from him too.

But when the Portland Wolf Pack head of Charles demise, my father knew what he had to do. He had to protect the kin of his friend.

And as much as I am ashamed to admit, he knew that she was the heir to the Reno Wolf Pack. She has a claim over the leadership being the daughter of the Alpha. She could come anytime to take the position unless someone stands up to go against her, which is unlikely knowing hore Charles Freling was respected by his pack.

I proceeded to my father’s office which is now mine. Hidden in one of the bottom drawers were letters from Charles Freling, letters to Jacob, the former Alpha of the Portland Pack, my father.

In the letters, he revealed who his wife was, his daughter, and where my father could find them in the event that something bad happens to him. He even shared photographs of his daughter, a young Elara, growing up strong and unaware of who she was.

Together with those letters and photographs was the journal that Elara is reading right now. I lied when I told her that it was an heirloom kept by our family. It was her ancestors who wrote the journal.

She was the descendant of the first son of the first wolf Lycaon.

And together with the truth was a prophecy.

A prophecy that connected me to her and explains why she was my luna, my soul mate, the one created by the Gods to be mine.

And I, Reed Stawarski was her mate, I will never be her Alpha. We would stand as equals as we lead our people to a new world.

But Damian was a threat to the prophecy. He should never lay his hands on Elara or our kind will finally meet its end.

That is the reason why I needed Elara to read and finish the book. If she had finished reading it before I told her the truth, things would have been different. But time was against us. Damian was making his moves. We had to move faster too.

After grabbing the letters and the photos that I would be showing Elara, I took my motorbike to get to her. Lucas had already texted me that she came to her apartment and locked herself in since she came from here. She was safe.

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Elara was tossing left and right in her sleep. She was feeling hot and uneasy.

I woke up sweating and trying to catch my breath. Sitting on my bed, I felt that I was about to get sick. I quickly looked inside my stash of pills. I was in no position to get sick right now. With school, work, my novel, and Reed on my plate right now, I could not afford to be sick.

The dizziness somehow subsided as the aspirin kicked in. But I was still feeling uneasy. Maybe I just need a quick shower.

It was relaxing under the cold water from my shower. I can see the heat from my body evaporating as I slathered myself with my favorite soap.

Maybe Reed was just playing with me. Maybe it was some elaborate joke he had in mind after I thought of him and his friends as part of a mafia.

But why didn’t he followed me to explain himself? He just let me go.

I was starting to enjoy myself when I started to hear banging outside my apartment. I had to quickly rinse off to see what the commotion was about.

Wearing nothing but my panties under my bathrobe, I peaked at my window to see what the commotion was about.

It was the couple from downstairs, they were fighting again. The guy was drunk again and the woman was so mad at him claiming that he took her money.

This was already the fifth time, or maybe the sixth time fighting since I moved here. It would be a short quarrel most of the time. But there was this one time that the woman actually hit the guy with a baseball bat on the leg. I was about to call the police back then. But they eventually worked it out.

I was about to close the curtains to change into my house clothes when I noticed a man standing on the opposite side of the building. He was among the audiences that were enjoying the fight between this old couple.

I felt the hairs behind my neck rise as I realized who that man was.

It was the same man who kept on looking at me when I was at Sucos. The same man that followed me home together with his bike gang.

And he was not watching the couple fight. He was looking at me, as if he knew that I was there, peaking behind the curtains of my window.

I moved back, surprised. I am all alone right now. Why did I have to go and walk out on Reed? I felt stupid. I should have just allowed him to tell me some elaborate joke back in his mansion rather than be here alone with that man just a few meters away from my door.

I didn’t know how I manage to change so quickly. Instinct made me change into jeans and a shirt. I was quick to wear my boots and grab my jacket and cap too. I saw myself grabbing my go-back hidden at the back of my cabinet as I throw in some of my books, cash, a few more clothes, and a lot of underwear.

I knew I had to leave this place quickly. I had to stay someplace else. That guy outside has already marked my place. It was not safe for me to be here, especially like this, all alone.

I was about to go out when I decided to go back and grab the pocket knife tucked together my soup ladles in the kitchen cabinet drawer. I stuffed it in my back pocket and was about to get to the door when someone knocked.

I cursed. I was not that quick. Was he knocking on the door right now? Do goons knock? If I was him I would just kick my door open. It was obviously too easy for someone with a built like that.

Swallowing hard, I stood there and grabbed the knife behind my pocket. I clicked the switch and the blade pop from the inside of the metal handle.

There was a knock again, this time a more hurried one. It made me even more nervous.

I gathered up my courage and shouted, “Who is it?”

“Elara, open the door, this is Reed.”