Unwelcome return
876 Words
"Alpha Edward's POV"
"Alpha, help from the Academy just arrived. They’re heading toward the Pack House," Derek said through the mind link, his voice clipped and tense.
"How many?"
"Three... and someone else."
"Who?"
"Alpha... that b***h is back."
"Who?"
"Savanah is with them."
My jaw clenched as a sharp wave of fury rushed through me. My vision blurred at the edges. She dares to come back? Who allowed it?
I stormed outside, my boots hitting the steps with heavy, echoing thuds. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the gravel drive. A sleek black SUV pulled up in front of the Pack House, its engine purring like a predator ready to strike.
The front door opened first. Two young men stepped out—tall, broad-shouldered, and confident. Alphas in the making. They wore dark jeans and fitted T-shirts, their postures relaxed, almost casual.
Jeans?
Where the hell were the Academy's signature combat leathers?
Then a young woman followed. Sharp-eyed, composed.
And behind her… her.
Savanah.
The air thickened as I fought to keep my expression neutral, my muscles locked tight. The urge to snarl was nearly uncontrollable. I was Alpha. I couldn’t lose control—not in front of them.
"Alpha, we’re from the Academy. I’m Eliah, and this is—"
"Savanah, what are you doing here?" I cut him off, my voice low but venom-laced. I didn’t need pleasantries. I knew exactly who they were—and what they were.
Spoiled troublemakers dumped at the Academy to be reprogrammed, reshaped into obedient little wolves.
"The Council sent me here. Just like the others. It wasn’t my choice."
Her tone was clipped, professional—but I could see the fire in her eyes.
"Wasn’t it? You didn’t look like you resisted too hard."
I took a step closer, towering over her.
The little brat has grown bolder.
"It was a direct order from the Council. You know what that means. Refusing would have consequences."
She crossed her arms, her voice steady. "So no, I didn’t resist—but don’t mistake that for enthusiasm. So why don’t we skip this awkward reunion and move on to the mission? Eliah and Niran are leading the investigation, if that puts your Alpha ego at ease."
I shot a glare at the two males. They stood relaxed, unbothered, almost amused.
"They don’t look like they’re in charge of anything."
And then she laughed.
She. Laughed.
At me.
A muscle ticked in my jaw. Rage surged like lava under my skin.
I was her Alpha—her superior. And she laughed?
"They don’t need to defend me," she said calmly. "Everyone who stands with me already knows exactly who I am."
"How dare you speak like that?" I barked. "You just arrived and you’re already stirring trouble. Did you forget who I am? I’m your Alpha! Do you need a reminder? A little punishment perhaps? A public whipping? Or would you rather crawl back to the pit you came from?"
My voice echoed through the clearing. The birds in the nearby trees scattered. Even the guards flinched.
But she didn’t.
Savanah met my glare without so much as a blink.
"As I told Derek earlier, I’m here on the Council’s orders. If you have a problem with that, we’ll leave. But you’ll face the consequences alone."
She took a bold step forward. Her eyes—glacial, fearless—locked with mine.
"Seems you’re the one forgetting something, Alpha. The moment we enroll in the Academy, we renounce our former pack ties. We no longer answer to any Alpha. Only the Council—and ourselves. So sorry to disappoint you, but you hold no power over me anymore."
Her lips curled into a cold smirk. Behind her, Eliah leaned casually against the SUV, clearly unimpressed by the entire exchange.
What kind of warriors were they raising in that place?
"They don’t teach you respect there?" I snapped, voice rising. "You’re on my land. You will show respect and obey my orders!"
My fists were clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. I couldn’t believe I had to explain the basics to them.
Before anyone could answer, a voice called out in the distance.
"Savanah?"
No.
I turned toward the source of the voice—George. Her father.
Of course. Just what I needed.
If they knew she was here, I couldn’t send her away.
Not without risking conflict.
Not now.
Not when I was so close to achieving everything I’d spent my life fighting for.
Everything that was rightfully mine.
"Whatever. Doesn’t matter to me."
I said to them before George could approach us.
"You’ll be staying in the house on the edge of our territory. It used to be abandoned, but I had it cleaned up and stocked with supplies. The fridge is full. If you need anything, Savanah knows where everything is.
Tomorrow morning, Beta Cedrik and our head warrior Brook will come to meet you."
I don’t have time for these games—or for the entire Council, for that matter. That group of outdated Alphas and Lunas is nothing but a relic of the past.
If Michael and I succeed with our plan, the Council will soon be gone for good.
A new order is coming.
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