THE PURE ALPHA

Find Tristan

Alpha Leclair stared at Isabella and then asked in a thunderous voice,

“What is this I hear, Isabella?”

“What did you hear, father?” Isabella asked in return.

Alpha Leclair was mad with fury

“Don't test me young girl” he said in a low and menacingly controlled voice.

“Is it true that you are pregnant?”

At that point she didn't see the need to keep stalling but she also knew that her father's anger at this point could burn the whole house down if she told him the truth but she didn't have a choice.

“It's true father” Isabella said, unable to look her father in the eyes.

“Who is the father?”

He asked in a voice that showed he was doing all that he could at that point to control his anger and Isabella knew that one stupid answer could bring down her father's wrath on her, but how could she tell him that the child she was carrying was for a rogue alpha.

“Who?” he asked again.

Her pulse pounded.

“Tristan Wolfe.”

she replied in a barely audible voice. Alpha Leclair was stunned by her answer, in a voice that was filled with disgust and betrayal, he said,

“This, this thing you carry is an abomination. Do you understand that?”

He turned back to her, his face hard as stone.

“You have brought disgrace upon this pack and upon me.”

Isabella in a voice filled with pain and disappointment at the way her father spoke about her child replied,

“I did not choose for this to happen.”

“You made your choice,” he snapped.

“And You chose to betray your blood, to defy everything I have built.

“Remember the prophecy? I told you about it but you dismissed it as mere fairy tale and now it's happening whether you and I like it or not and it's already deciding my fate.” she said, stepping forward.

For a moment, she thought and hoped that her father would understand as she looked him in the eyes, but then he straightened, his expression colder than she had ever seen it.

“You leave me with no option than to ask that you leave,” he said, his tone final.

The breath left her lungs.

“What?”

“You will leave this pack before the Elders demand your execution for what you’ve done. If they learn the truth, they will see your child as a threat.” His voice was sharp, unyielding.

“You are no longer welcome here, Isabella.”

Isabella was shocked to her bones as her father's words got her. She had never imagined that her own father would throw her out like this one day. She was being cast out, thrown away like she was nothing. A lifetime of loyalty, of sacrifice, and it had meant nothing. Her vision blurred as she exhaled shakily, closing her eyes. And then, the world around her changed. The air thickened, charged with unseen energy. The shadows in the room deepened, shifting like liquid. Then, a voice, soft and ethereal.

“The child you carry will either heal or break this world.”

Isabella’s breath caught in her throat and then she saw her. The Moon Goddess, she looked even more glorious than in the rumors.

“The prophecy has begun and you must find Tristan, as the duty to protect what's to come lies in the union of both of you,” the Goddess whispered.

Tristan, her fate was bound to his whether she liked it or not. The vision faded, as quickly as it had begun, leaving her breathless and shaken. Isabella at that moment knew what she had to do, and that was to find Tristan.

She picked a few of her belongings and went in search of Lydia. When Lydia saw her she didn't act surprised, it was as if she was waiting for Isabella.

“I need your help Lydia, I must find Tristan immediately and you know how dangerous the times are.”

Without asking any questions Lydia went inside her inner chamber, came out with a small vial filled with a thick dark liquid and placed it on Isabella’s palm.

“This liquid will mask your scent and hide you. Use it whenever the need arises. I wish you well on your journey.”

“Thank you” Isabella said and disappeared into the night.

Tristan closed the book he was going through in frustration. Ever since he had that vision, he has been trying to make sense of the whole prophecy thing but he always met a dead end and tonight wasn't any different. He began to pace the room wondering why he kept having the feeling that Isabella was in danger. His rogue pack had been restless ever since the Blood Moon in fact the whole world seemed to be crazy about the Blood Moon.

There were whispers everywhere of something old but powerful and that she was somehow connected to it all. He had spent years avoiding fate, rejecting the idea that he was bound to anything other than his own choices, but ever since he met Isabella, he couldn't deny the feeling that seemed to be dragging him to her. His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door and he quickly went to open the door but didn't see who it was that had knocked instead, he found a piece of paper on his doorstep.

He looked around searching the hallway to see if anyone was standing around and as he didn't see anyone, he picked up the paper and opened it only to find that just three words were written on it. Three words that sent ice through his veins,

“Protect the child”

His breath caught, what child? And then it hit him immediately and his thoughts went to her, Isabella, and he knew he had to find her immediately.