The Alpha Mate Revenge

When The Time Comes

Five years ago, The Sovereign Pack attacked us, taking down politically and violently the Alpha and every representative. With the overturn that happened, some of the men of the pack died fighting the intruders, others departed or were captured and, just like that, The Corslow pack was set under tutelage and the power came back to the Alpha Monarch for regulation and surveillance.

After years of battling, fighting for explanations and going through legal procedures to understand what happened that night, I still never knew what really brought the pack's death.

The pack became a dependent territory with no name adjacent to it, watched over by the Monarch's men to control the blatantly un-ruled territory. The tenor of the supreme title had chosen to keep an eye on our ground and reform it, sending his own people among the few ones that decided to stay.

What happened that night was never explained and declared as an operation that had been validated by the Monarch and the high council.

When my father died, murdered, with the beta and other members of Alpha's circle, we became pariah to the world, abandoned by everyone and mostly too poor to rule over again.

With the death of my father, the Alpha lineage consisting of me, my brother and sister was extinguished, just as the pack had been.

Everything from that day was a mystery. The only thing that I knew for sure and took for a certainty was the face of my father's killer. As always, whenever I thought of that night, his face became a constant reminder of the chaos that occurred that unfortunate day.

A day that I will avenge by blood, just like the talion stated.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Blood for blood.

Lost in thoughts, I looked at my figure in the mirror. In my black tank top and short bike shorts, my hair was adding to the popping color.

Black, the black of mourning, the black of bereavement.

My long black hair was up in a sleek ponytail and my face, deprived of sleep, was freshened up with slight makeup here just for the figure.

I added the earrings that were disposed on my desk, white gold dangling now from my lobs, the diamonds encrusted in them shinning every time they caught the artificial light of the room. My hands picked up the necklace next, with the same intricate design, diamonds longing the sides of an emerald. I looked at it, looked at my figure in it, admiring it, but it wasn't of my taste, for it was lacking the most important. My hands went searching for the belt-like item, setting the holster around my right thigh securely.

Next time I looked at my figure, I was satisfied. The sight of the dagger dangling from it added resignation to my future action, my motives.

My hands searched for the dress on top of the chair next to me and I picked it up, looking at it carefully before I lowered it, so I could step inside the red fabric. I ended up sliding my feet in the black stilettos near the mirror and next time I looked at the reflection in it, I wasn't looking at myself anymore.

The dress, red despite my aversion for that color, was in a drapé neckline in the front, with no sleeves and in a rigid silk material, hugging my waist before the gown widened but never touched the ground.

The slit, beside the neckline, was the most memorable thing about it, going nearly too high as it arrived at my mid-thigh but never discovered my shorts. Despite the aesthetic of it, the slit was there for a reason far from its usual purpose, to permit me to reach for my weapon hooked on the hidden thigh.

I didn't care for its practicality, because I knew that it wouldn't last long on my skin. It would get torn up just like anything that would try to stop me and in the middle of it, I would tear his heart from him with it too.

As I looked carelessly at my figure a second time, eyeing my 5'8 frame in the mirror now at 5'9 with the heels' adding, it was always my eyes caught my sight.

Those eyes who saw it all and made me reminisce it, every single day. Today, those eyes will see the revenge of what they suffered.

For I will neither forget nor forgive.

Resigned, I walked past the bedroom's door, passing by the one of my brother and sister a second time and going for the stairs. On the other end of it, I could see Azgar in his black tuxedo, his curly hair slightly tamed and his olive skin shaved near his beard. When he saw me, he acknowledged my presence, his brown eyes taking me in before nodding as I walked towards him. He held his hand up for me and I took it before a voice interrupted us.

“ You look beautiful Alba.” I heard Hilda say, her slight wrinkles moving as her smile reached her eyes.

I smiled at her anyway, even when my heart wasn't in it. Behind her, I saw a brown set of hair, indicating Naris' arrival as he came for us.

He eyed me suspiciously, before eying Azgar too, judging us for a second before pointing a finger at him.

“ You better watch out.” he said with the full authority of a seventeen year-old, his glare a dark one. “ Don't touch my sister or I will kill you.”

I heard Azgar slide an amused laugh.

“ Got it boss.” he said for him, making Naris eye him even more suspiciously.

Before he could add anything more, a blonde head entered the place and Livia's presence came into view from the living room. Naris felt her, looking back at our smallest and latest adding in the family.

“ You're so pretty, I love the dress.” she said to me, with stars playing in her eyes as she looked at it.

I smiled at her, only to be met with a smile and a lot of hope.

“ I will let you have it when I come back.” I said to her, making her smile appear, and her hands join in delight.

“ Thank you”

Her excitement was far too visible and as she came and hugged me tightly, I wondered if I would really be able to keep that promise to her. I caressed her back and met with Naris's orbs, who had softened since.

“ When will you get back?” he asked me with faint interest, looking between the living room's door and my face as if ready to leave at any moment.

I stopped for a second, studying my potential answer carefully, but it all came too rapidly.

“ I won't be gone for long.”

I won't let him live for more than he allowed my father to do in my presence.

He nodded and beside me, I could feel Azgar's turmoil rising as he stood there in silence.

Livia looked at him before looking back at me with a pout on her face.

“ I wish I could come with you Al, you know how I love those events and I have never been to any before.” she added, her pout more visible by the end of her sentence.

I just patted her blonde head, the exact opposite color of Naris' one. She detached and smiled again, her emerald eyes meeting my similar ones.

“ Next time Liv, I promise. This is just a grown-up gathering, nothing fancy.” I answered with a smile, and she nodded against her own will.

“ We should go.” I heard Azgar say next to me and I stiffened.

I wished I could stay longer, but my mind knew the meaning of the simple sentence too well. So, I only nodded as my emerald eyes dived in his deep brown ones before I looked back at the kids and Hilda.

“ Take care.” I said, really entrusting those words more to Hilda whose smile only softened more.

“ Don't worry love, we will be alright.” she replied, before walking in front of me and arranging my necklace.

She then smiled and looked down before looking up again.

“ Take care and be careful with that slit.” she continued with amusement, and my eyes closed for a second as I nodded, a small smile stirring my lips.

I heard the door open beside me as Azgar held it.

“ I will.”

When I walked out, getting ready to leave the house, leaving Hilda in the obliviousness of my actions, leaving behind me a seventeen year-old brother and a fifteen year-old sister, I was only wishing that I would still be able to hold onto my promises to them.

I stopped mid-way, wanting to add so much more than that, wanting to tell them that I loved them, that I would always do, no matter what, but Azgar's voice persuaded me other ways.

“ Alba ? ” he asked me, intrigued, putting an end to my tormented thoughts without even knowing it.

“Let's go.” I heard myself say.

We walked towards the car, which he opened for me and I got inside as the door clacked shut behind me. He walked the other way, waving towards the house's door, making me look up only to see Hilda look at me with nothing of that smile anymore.

They say mothers can feel those things.

Feel when a child is in danger.

And as the car went on and started rolling, I just looked away, incapable of lying anymore, not even for the sake of her sanity.

We ended up driving in silence for what seemed to be an hour, with neither of us trying to coax this climate of tension. Because we are putting our lives on the line today, all for the sake of the same vengeance. Because years back, we both lost the same thing, a father, and as the cries and tears were washed and swept off our cheeks, something else stayed.

Our hatred never left.

Moved with the same will, today we were ready for revenge.