The Luna's Pack and Her Alpha

Three | Accusations

Veronica

The phone hardly rang once before my father picked up, “You’ve got your assistant pretty well trained. I felt like I was being interrogated when I asked to speak with you.” He sounded angry, but I knew he wasn’t. He’s thrilled with the respect I’ve earned from the pack. Over the years I’ve slowly taken over from my father, official or not, our pack sees me as their Luna and they treat me as such. My word carries just as much weight as his.

I suppressed a chuckle, “My people know how to follow orders. So, tell me Alpha, what is the issue today?”

My father didn’t hold back his chuckle, but it quickly turned into a sigh, “Nelson and your Uncle Neil.”

This time I released a chuckle, but it was a dark, throaty sound. A sound no one would confuse for joy or humor, “They turned their back on us, on their pack, years ago. What do they want now?”

My mood had turned cold and my father knew it, he knew to tell me straight and not beat around the bush. It was what he would want, and I was just like him, “They’ve supposedly gathered evidence of pack mistreatment, by you. they speculate your mistreatment of the pack members was caused by your substance abuse, which started after you found out that you are not my biological daughter.”

My wolf would’ve produced a growl if she had been awoken, but that wouldn’t happen until I turned 18. So instead of a growl, I had a clenched jaw and what I hoped was a look that would strike fear into Nelson’s core, “When will the Elders arrive?” My voice was low and deep, revealing the anger I felt.

“They’ll be here in the morning,” My father’s tone softened, so I waited for him to continue. After a long pause, he cleared his throat, “You are my daughter; by love, by bond, and by blood. This is your pack.”

I internalized a sigh of relief. It doesn’t matter if we’re blood, he’s my father, but it was one less thing we needed to worry about. “I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone and took a few deep breaths before I called Sage into my office.

“Yes, Luna?” I don’t know if it was my tone, the look on my face, or the seething rage that poured out of me that made her use my title, but I immediately forced myself to calm down. Losing my head wouldn’t fix this situation.

“I have to head home to handle some pack business and I need Beta Adams to accompany me. Ask him to excuse himself from the meeting, then sit in and take notes for me–both what they say and your opinion on the choices. Meet me at my home office at 4 o’clock, assure everyone I’ll have final decisions for them by 5 pm today.” I said as I stood to pull everything in my briefcase.

“Should I reschedule the lunch tasting with Chef Michaelson?”

I paused, “Shit.” After a moment of thought I said, “No, I’ll be here. Thank you, Sage.” She nodded and left the office.

I finished gathering my things and walked out the door to find Damon already waiting outside my door. “What’s the trouble Boss?”

“Nelson”, was my only response.

unlike me, Damon’s wolf has been awake for almost a year and could produce a dangerous growl. The sound soothed me, it was protective. Not in a romantic way, but it still made me feel safe and reminded me that I have people in my corner.

We walked to the front of the building, where my black jeep was pulled up waiting for us. Damon must have called down and had them prepare it for us. The valet opened my door for me and I tore out of the parking lot as soon as he shut the door behind me. We drove home in silence, as I was mentally preparing for the Elders' arrival.

Neil Green was the second born of three brothers. When my father, the eldest son, took over as alpha he tried to challenge him for the pack. He submit to my father seven minutes into the challenge and he never made another move against him. That was until my father failed to produce a male heir.

On my 5th birthday, my father led me down our hall in the packhouse to the door across from his office. It was meant to be an office for my mother, but she did most of her work in our school room where she taught me and my three younger sisters. He motioned for me to open the door and followed after me when I stepped inside the room. There was a large wooden desk in the center of the room, with two guest chairs on one side and a large leather chair–my father’s chair, on the other side. The room mirrored my father’s office but was decorated with Emerald accents, my favorite color. There was a framed map on one wall that had markers on it outlining our packs territory, it was my favorite thing in my father office, I would sit on the couch across from it with my father and he would tell me about all the beautiful things our property held and the resources that nature had provided us. We walked further into the room and took a seat beside each other on the plush leather sofa and we looked at the map together once again.

I didn’t recognize it then, but looking back on it he was worried. Whether he was worried that I wouldn’t want the pack or worried about what might happen when he would eventually pass the pack to me remains unclear, but he was clearly worried; an emotion my father had never shown before. When he turned to me that day his eyes were filled with guilt, “Veronica, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

I remember rolling my big eyes at him, I had to of told him this a million times, “Daddy, I already told you that.”

He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “I know, but I’m getting old kiddo, would you tell me again?”

I hoped down from the couch and walked over to the desk, it was almost taller than me. I walked around the desk and pulled out the large leather chair, crawled up into it, and got onto my knees so I could see over the desk. I looked at my dad, who was watching me curiously, before saying, “This seems like business. Would you like to take a seat?” This is what my father always said to me when I would take issue with a punishment or a dessert decision he made. Even at five, I knew how to negotiate terms. This pulled a full belly laugh from my father.

He stood up and walked over to one of the two guest chairs, “Yes, Alpha.”, he said as he sat down. He said it in a mocking tone, but he was serious and so was I.

Since that day I have been training to take over the pack. I have trained every day for the last thirteen years. I shadowed and worked with members from every level of the pack, from Omega to Alpha, to show respect and earn theirs in return. I’ve been to every pack meeting since I was ten and I’ve been running the meetings for the last year.

On my 16th birthday, my father announced that I would be taking over the pack after my 18th birthday. The majority of the pack had already assumed as much and offered me nothing but congratulations, but my Uncle was outraged. He demanded my father do the ‘right thing’ and pass the pack down to his son, Nelson. When my father refused, he packed up his family and left the pack. Now they were back, with wild accusations, to try to take what I have earned. What every eldest son of an Alpha is given, I had to work for. They were mistaken if they thought I’d go down without a fight.