Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 203

'Our 'turn'?' he asks.

'Like Bri and Krys,' I clarify, tightening my grip on the wheel. 'Like the brothers and Mia. When will it be our turn, and who do you think it'll be?'

Ideas of different kinds of girls fill my head. Curly hair or straight? Kinky or wavy? Booksmart or streetsmart? A homebody or a party animal? Brown eyes or blue? Green or hazel? Werewolf or not? Big family or small? Kids or not? 'Who do you think is meant for you?' I ask.

'Why does someone have to be meant for you' he asks out of nowhere. 'Why are you always waiting for someone to tell you what's yours?'

I raise an eyebrow, looking to the left, then to the right. "Um, what do you mean?"

'Nothing,' he says quickly. 'Just... if you like someone, you should just be with them, right? What's so great about an imprint bond anyway? There's some value in choice you know.'

I clear my throat, almost afraid to answer. What's going on with him?

I get my answer when I catch him and the luna in the dead of night, "discussing things." I try not to jump to conclusions. I specifically ask them what they're doing at 2 AM, but when they don't have an answer, I'm sure I've caught them in the act.

I'll tell you what, I don't get paid enough for this.

Onai's POV - A Relatively Decent Life

My father had become somewhat of a recluse in the pursuit of my mother.

Taking to a cottage in the woods, he distanced himself as much as possible from the pack without technically leaving it. I expected him to return to the town when she died. He never did-not that I was complaining.

Like him, I loved the cottage. After all, I had lived there most of my life and intended to stay there, away from the pack, forever. Away from the people who couldn't keep their mouths shut about things they didn't know.

I wasn't sad. I wasn't miserable. I wasn't lonely, or a loser, or depressed. I just hated people because they were assholes, so I avoided them when I could. End of story.

So why did I leave the cottage if I loved it so much?

I can tell you this-it's not because my mother passed. Don't get me wrong, it was a sad time. When I stopped hearing the scuff of her paws across the floorboards every now and again. When I stopped seeing her waiting outside to walk me to the edge of the forest to school. When I would go running through the forest, trying to follow her scent like she taught me, and there just wasn't any scent left of her to be found. These things caused me pain. I didn't go to school for weeks because I couldn't even move, and when I went back, it was the first time no one made a single comment about my lineage. The first time they knew to hold their tongue, if just for a day, but that's not why I left.

I left because I was angry in the way that puberty makes you. Hateful and searching for something, anything, to throw my blame at. For a while I had fought against my dad for choosing to be with a wolf and making me this way, and then when she passed, I fought against the people who judged me for being this way, to defend the memory of her.

That only worked for so long.

Soon I realized that there would never be an end to crappy people. So if I wanted things to change, my theory was that I needed to change things myself.