The Alpha’s Redemption

Chapter 2

Arya's POV

Reece's father.

For some reason, the two words kept repeating over and over in my head.

I patted away a branch blocking my way. It sprung back, hitting me. In anger, I broke it off. I threw it on the ground and jumped and stomped on it till it was flattened into the soil.

When I had vented my fears and my anger and every other emotion I couldn't figure out on the poor branch, I slumped on the floor, crying profusely.

Reece's father must be way meaner than Reece was. No wonder Reece was so mean. His pa must have thought it.

But what have my parents done?

I keep wondering.

They had just returned home to their pack for goodness sake! What have they done wrong?

Was it because of the house? If the alpha didn't want to give them, he could have told them before now. Why does he have to come and kill them at night without any reason?

At that very moment, I decided to dislike Reece and his father.

No wonder we left the pack for so long and were only just returning now. And yet, after all those absences, they never forgot whatever it was my parents may have done to them.

At that instant, I decided to just leave the pack. I was never going back there. I will solely wander around in the bushes like we have been doing for the past two months, till I find another pack.

I got up heavily from the ground.

My mind was all set. All I wanted now was just to leave the pack before the next day.

I wandered for some time, hitting my toes against tree stumps and stones, and scratching my legs on thorny vines.

At last, I got too tired to keep moving forward.

I collapsed on the floor and wept. My eyelids got heavy. I didn't have any strength left to fight sleep.

I had a troubled sleep. I dreamt that the alpha was chasing me with a sharp giant blade. I have never seen his face, so it was not clear to me.

When I finally woke in the morning, someone was leaning over me.

I blinked to get my eyes focused.

It was a boy's face. About my age.

"Hey," he said, waving his fingers in my face.

I jumped up. The boy leapt away from me in fright. My heart beat rapidly. I realized I had fallen asleep in the forest. A hundred dozen thoughts about what could have happened to me while I slept off raced through my mind. None of them were good.

I scanned through my surroundings, trying to gather my bearings. Was I still within the pack grounds?

Unfortunately, I have stayed in the pack barely for a day, so I did not really know the limits of the pack grounds.

The boy watched me with dark eagle eyes all the while.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"Seems like you had a rough night." The boy said. His voice had a whiff of mockery about it.

I exploded at the boy. It must have been all the stress and events from yesterday. I normally would have taken it in stride.

"And what concern of yours is that? Is that any reason to mock me? Piss off if you just came to mock me." I shouted at him.

"Whoa, whoa." He said, holding out his hand. "I was just checking if you're breathing, man…"

"Sorry for that," I muttered, a little ashamed. "But who are you?" I repeated.

"My name's Reece. And you are?"

"Arya," I responded before my brain could register his name. When I did, I was stunned for an instant.

No. It can't be. I told myself.

"Reece? As in, Reece the mean alpha's son?" I asked.

My voice trembled as I struggled to control my outburst long enough to make sure he was the right person to receive it.

"My father is not mean." He retorted. "Who the hell told you that?"

"But he's the alpha?" I persisted, still finding it difficult to contain my feelings.

"Yep." He stood straight and his chest swelled up with pride. "The alpha of the Halfmoon pack is my father.”

“I hate you and your evil, murdering Father!” I screamed at him.

He looked taken aback, but I didn't care.

"Why have you tracked me here? Your father wants to finish the job?" I continued screaming.

"So much for caring whether you're still breathing." He grumbled. He looked distinctly regretful of his benevolence.

"Who cares!" I continued screaming. "Is there any reason I shouldn't? Maybe you pricked me with poison while I slept?"

"That would have been delightful. And you would have deserved it too!" He shot right back.

He was no longer looking remotely friendly anymore. He was looking downright murderous, the way I wanted him. It made it easier to scream and shout at him.

"Well, I didn't die if you did. Lucky me, won't you say?" I continued, leaning right into his face. “I have left the domain of the pack, tell your murderer's father. He doesn't need to kill me over some petty house!"

"My father is not a murderer," Before showing me the knife's hilt concealed in his shorts, he remarked in a stern voice.

“If you repeat that, I'll bury this in your heart.” His voice was even frostier than it was.

I wanted to scream at him some more. But I wasn't sure he wouldn't carry out his threat. I second-guessed myself before deciding.

His father was a murderer after all. There is no guarantee it's not in the genes.

I turned on the heels of my feet and stalked off.

"I hate you!" I screamed, breaking into a run.

I heard him laugh. "I hate you too, cunt. And I hope you know you're on my father's grounds!"

Tears stung my eyes as I ran. My breath hitched in my throat. Pain stabbed at my ribs. My knees were weak.

Yet, I had no thoughts of stopping. Not when I was still on the alpha's grounds.

After running for some time, I realized I didn't even know where the alpha's grounds ended too.

I am tired now. I have not eaten since my mother forced me to eat yesterday. I was totally weak.

There were fruits on the trees, but I was too scared to pluck them. Not if they could kill my parents for a house they gave willingly.

I stopped abruptly.

I wiped my eyes.

I was tired of everything.I just wanted to curl up and pass away. I should have just stayed and died with my parents. I started wondering what I was thinking when I had run off yesterday night.

How had I planned to survive?

I sighed heavily and slumped on the floor.

I closed my eyes and waited to die patiently. I must have slept off. Because when I woke up again, the sky wasn't so bright.

And there was the same boy, leaning over me again, scowling.

I leapt back.

"Ah," a man's voice said. It was deep. "Reece was right. You're quite a jumpy spectacle. What's scaring you so much? What's that your name?"

"Arya," I responded automatically. "Who are you?"

I feared I already knew the answer. I was right.

"Ah," the man said, smiling. "I am Alpha Harry Kane, Reece's father. He tells me you know I killed your parents?"

"I know?" I asked, my mouth hanging open.

"Uh-huh." Alpha Harry Kane grinned and gave a nod, still laughing as if it was not anything.