Unraveling the Alpha

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Cyrian's house was small but cosy and Malia doesn't mind it at all, comfort was a luxury she couldn't always afford herself because she was a hunter who moves a lot.

He showed her the bedroom. "Bathroom's down the hall make yourself at home."

She turned to him realising there was only one bedroom in the house which he'd just handed to her. "Where will you be sleeping?"

"I cleared out the storage room it's more than enough." Malia hates being an inconvenience but it was either this or the storage room and she loves her beauty sleep so any slight discomfort is unwelcomed.

She nodded once and thanked him.

As soon as he left Malia let out an exhausted sigh dumping her backpack at the foot of the small comfy bed. Undressing quickly she jumped into the shower for a quick clean up, after she was done she joined Cyrian out on the porch wearing a black tank top and cargo pants.

"Want some?" He asked offering her a can of beer which she took happily.

"Should I be worried about getting busted anytime soon?"

"Why d'you say that?"

"We were being followed from the second we left the café." Malia replied then she shook her head in disbelief at how it was even possible for a werewolf to not know when they're being tailed.

"I wouldn't think much of it. It's standard procedure for anyone coming into the territory, we might be summoned by the Alpha anytime now. "

Good, Malia was looking forward to meeting him again.

Silence ensured before she said. " I thought werewolves were the most loyal species and stick to their Alpha's side no matter what? "

" You thought wrong. "

" What did he do? " She asked.

Cyrian got so quiet Malia thought he wasn't going to answer and then he said. " He killed my brother. "

" What did your brother do to warrant such wrath from the Alpha? "

" He turned rogue. " Cyrian replied bitterly saquashing the his half empty can of beer in a barely contained fury and his eyes carried

a finality in it that said he didn't want to talk about it any further so Malia didn't press him for answers. He probably thought she knew too much already.

Malia knew the Alpha's cruelty knew no bounds but she could never have fathom that he'd do the same to his pack members, pack members he's sworn to protect. However, the stories she's heard about the Alpha and the person she met earlier today do not match at all but then again maybe that's the image he's trying to sell.

"You should get some rest training's at seven." Cyrian told her. How could she forget?

Malia stuck around even after Cyrian went to bed there was so much on her mind–the hunters guild, her father, her best friend but the most prominent was Alpha Massimo because he was at the centre of it all.

What made Alpha Max powerful was the fleet of warriors he was able to train, warriors who were just as cruel and heartless who made sure the silver moon territory was impenetrable.

Malia swallowed the last of her beer and discarded the can, a steely determined look entered her eyes as she blew a breath.

Everything unravels tomorrow.

She called Mason to let him know she got here safe and sound by the time she went back into the cosy little bedroom.

"I hate that you're out there all alone in the monster's lair so ro speak." Malia rolled her eyes.

"I'm not an armature Mason."

"No, but this is different. Remember the last time… " Mason trailed off. " I'm sorry, I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought that up. "

Malia chewed at her bottom lip. "It's okay I'm over it."

No she was not.

" Goodnight Mase. "

" Goodnight Malia. "

She cut the call clenching her phone. The incident happened almost a year ago one that Malia still gets nightmares about. She remembers it like was yesterday. But he's dead now, she killed him with her own hands therefore he can't hurt her anymore.

Malia slept that night and dreamt about her skin burning in red hot flames.