Bound By The Alpha

Chapter 2

Eva dumps her milkshake over my head, and it seeps into the crocheted sweater my mother made me, drenching me completely. I feel the slivers of thickened milk run between my cleavage and press my lips in a line; taking a step forward, I clench my fist, wanting nothing more than to break Katrina’s perfect nose. Only I don’t get a chance when my mother's furious voice echoes around us. Katrina jumps and I smirk. Now you’ve done it.

“Katrina Elizabeth Silvercrest, is there a reason you are tormenting my daughter?” My mother demands, I turn on my heel to find my mother walking toward us, her dark hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, and she has an expression as if someone has thrown a burger at her head, and she is going to yank off their arms and beat them with them. She marches over.

She is a strong woman, stern, and she brings fear amongst the she-wolves, including the Luna of the Pack. My mother kicked her ass in training in front of the entire Pack for saying I should have been put down at birth because I was that worthless to the Pack. If she weren’t the only female Pack warrior, my mother definitely would have been punished for embarrassing the Luna like that. Still, everyone knows Alpha Mason has always had the hots for my mother. He has since they were kids, and was disappointed when she turned out not to be his mate.

Katrina’s smile falls as she twirls around to face my mother, who is stalking straight towards her. Eva and Abigail take off afraid to face her wrath, but before Katrina can do the same, my mother stomps past me. My mother growls so deeply and brutally it makes me flinch.

“It was-was an accident,” Katrina stutters out, and to think this pathetic girl is an Alpha female and is scared of my mother. I can’t help the smirk that creeps onto my face. Her fear is so pungent I am shocked she doesn’t soil herself.

What I wasn’t expecting is for my mother to raise her hand and slap her. Katrina squeals loudly, her head whipping to the side and my mother's hand outline imprinting on her face. I cover my mouth with my hands in complete shock at what she did. Katrina cups her cheek as her eyes water. Her eyes dart around the quad before the rest of her face turns as red as the handprint etched into her skin. s**t, Alpha Mason is going to kill my mother now; she just struck the Alpha’s daughter.

I heard gasps and look around to see a few people had seen what my mother had done, yet my mother didn’t seem to care for the audience as she raises her hand again.

“Mom!” I shriek, and she looks over at me before spotting a few teachers rush out. My mother stares them down, daring them to say something.

Katrina tucks tail and runs off, crying. I can just imagine the ridicule she will get tomorrow over it before her dear old daddy has to reinforce his control so that she can take back her Queen Bee status.

“I have always wanted to put that mutt in her place,” my mother says before gripping my arms and leaning down to look me dead in the face.

“Why do you put up with it?” she demands, grabbing my hands and raising them. “You are trained better than any of these little shits here. You may not have a wolf, but that has never stopped you from kicking their asses in training. I trained you. Your father trained you. These worthless bitches are beneath you. You just need to see it.”

I shake my head, knowing it would just make my torment worse, and my hands were no good against a shifted wolf.

“Come, we are leaving,” she orders, straightening up before turning on her heel and walking toward the parking lot. I chase after her before falling in line beside her.

“What’s going on?” I ask, worried after what Katrina said. Getting to the parking lot, I see an orange moving truck parked next to our car, and I stop in my tracks.

“Mom, what's going on?” I ask again when my father hops out of the car.

My mother also stops and reaches out, gripping my soggy sweater and forcing me to keep walking.

“Hey, Pumpkin,” my father greets, walking over and embracing me while my mother quickly gives the thumbs up to the mover waiting for her order.

“I knew you liked strawberry milkshakes. I didn’t know you wanted to wear them, though,'' My father teases, drawing my attention back to him. He swipes some off my hair with his hands before gripping it in a ponytail, wringing out my hair. My mother goes to the trunk, pops it open, and retrieves a water bottle.

“Tip your head back,” my mother instructs, and I obey, craning my neck back as far as I can. She uses the water bottle to rinse my hair before tearing my sweater up the side and taking it off me.

“Mom!”

“I will make you another,” she scolds, tossing it in the garbage can along with the now empty water bottle.

“So, is someone going to tell me what’s going on?” I ask yet again.

My father glances at my mother before giving me a smile.

“You’re moving,” my father announces like it is no big deal. I gape at him. Did he mean house, state, or country? Probably best to leave the country since my mother had just slapped Katrina. That would be wise. Alpha Mason wasn't known for his willingness to forgive anyone.

“Why is what Katrina said true? Did they banish me? Are you getting rid of me?” I ask, feeling sick to my stomach. We have never left the Pack, not even on holidays, before. My parents never took time off. They never had a chance with their positions in the Pack.