The Alpha Who Marked Me Before I Was Born

The Name He Called

There was a minute of silence as my mother exchanged glances with my father.

“Are you starving?” she asked, turning back at me. I was perplexed.

“No.”

“Then what's this hunger you have that makes you want to work? I am working, your father is working… for you, so I don't want this.”

“Mama, I am over 20 years of age, and …”

“You are still a child, period. Rock, you are not saying anything,” she nudged my father, Alvin.

“I think we should give the lady a break.”

“Thank you, Papa…”

“Why would you say that? She's our only child, and you know what is at stake here,” she said.

“If it's somewhere around, she can work. My pup, what kind of job?” he asked, and I took a deep breath before looking at them.

“The palace, as one of the alpha's personal maids,” I said.

“What palace?” it was my father asking; there was a shift in his voice and facial expression.

“The pack’s palace, Papa,” I said slowly, and there was a gasp from my mother, but the scoff from my father was the loudest.

“You don’t have a job, Lissa,” he said. Yeah, my mom calls me Mel while my father calls me Lissa.

“But I really want to do this job,” I said, and he started clenching and unclenching his fingers, a habit he has when he’s trying to hold in his anger.

“Which job, Lissa, which palace?” he asked, his voice rising with each word. “The same palace that monster stays in and kills people who breathe the loudest?” He took a pause, looking at me. I knew there was going to be a fight for it, but I didn’t know my father would get this angry. “So now, you want to put your life on the line because they pay a little too much, right?” My father was oozing anger. “Lissa, you are not working, end of discussion,” and with that, he stood up and assisted his wife.

“But I want to work,” I said, helplessly watching them.

“I don’t know what you’re hungry to work for,” my mother gave a last snide comment, and together they left me and went inside without another word. I sat there for a while, wondering why my father was usually extra pissed anytime the pack alpha was mentioned.

Since I was a child, I have only ever heard stories of how crazy an alpha we’ve got. But I have never seen him, but from the rumors the villagers spread, every child grew to fear the alpha they hadn’t even seen. I heard stories of how many wars he had conquered, even as a little prince, up to how rumors held that he eradicated the whole of the white witches clan, down to the one that was his mate. He was ruthless because for anyone to kill his own mate meant he didn’t care about anything anymore.

I don’t care about those rumors; they instead fueled my desire to meet the alpha, but now that I give a deep thought to this, I am just a lone wolf, and he could even snap with his finger. I was going to seek a third-party opinion. My man’s opinion.

Once the light of my parents’ room was off, I went in to take a coat for the cold, and then I sneaked out.

† Alpha Wyatt †

I shared the last bow with the elders and got into the horse, pulling the fur cloth over my head. My guards got on their horses, and then we started for our pack in the dark through the woods. I was only getting close to making this pack mine. Just a little longer.

I smiled as I rode through, just a little longer, Wyatt.

I mused to myself, but then something struck as we rode; a scent hit me so hard, a feminine scent.

“Halt,” I said, and my guards stopped. I turned left from where the scent had directed me, my eyes scanning through the woods. There was nothing in the woods.

I must be crazy to think I might have a second chance at having a mate again when I couldn’t protect her the first time. I tugged at the horse to move when it hit me again from the right this time, and my heart squeezed. I turned around sharply, and I saw a sharp movement in the woods, like a flash.

“Did you see that?” I asked, my eyes searching for her next movement.

“What, Alpha?” my beta asked. I got down from the horse and walked into the woods.

“Tierra,” I called. “Tierra,” I screamed, running into the woods, the scent hitting me from every direction this time.

“Tierra, stop messing with my head… is my grief not enough punishment for my sin?” I screamed, clutching my heart as I searched for just one last meeting with her.

My guards were off their horses as well and alert as they walked in the woods with me, but I didn’t need protection. I told them to stay away from me; maybe she was scared of them. Just maybe she wanted to punish me when I was alone, but I deserved it.

Those past years were enough to realize that I was wrong. I wanted my mate. My pack wanted a Luna, and that was the one part of me that I lacked the most. I was mateless because I was young and couldn’t save her. Even from myself.

Now I was older,

And wiser.

“Tierra,” I screamed again, and then I saw a sharp movement in the woods again. I ran in that direction, but I saw nothing. I couldn’t even trace her scent because it was everywhere.

“Alpha, we need to leave. The hunters take this route when they are on their way back, and it’s about time they came back,” my beta called. I didn’t care who saw me; I wanted her.

“Tierra, I am sorry,” I screamed, my tears streaking my face.

“Tierra, my pack is bleeding. Tierra,” I cried out, but there was no response. I broke down and wailed.

“Alpha, we have to go,” I could feel my other guard pulling me. Then, from behind an oak tree, I saw a head poke out, and my whole existence froze.

“Tierra.”