My fated alpha by Natalie novel Chapter 3

Madeline

I sat on a chair with my arms crossed across my chest, trying to show that I was not shaken and appear confident. Meanwhile, Clare, the elderly she-wolf whom everybody respected took out a first aid box from a cabinet.

She had dragged me away from the fight and away from my savior. I had never seen him before but then I had never really met anyone, not outside my pack at least.

My pack…strange that I thought of these people as my pack. But then, I didn’t really have anywhere to go.

While I was deep in thoughts, Clare outstretched her hands in front of me, asking me to give mine in hers.

“The sooner you listen to me, the sooner I will be able to heal you.”

Knowing that she was speaking the truth, I extended my pale hands in front of her. She made a disapproving sound before pulling out the antiseptic and cotton.

“Tsk tsk…when are you going to stand up to Steve?”

I swallowed back tears as I thought of an answer, even she knew I cannot go against a werewolf even if he was an omega as I have no wolf. My physical strength wasn’t that great either.

As such, I only shrugged my shoulders and answered, “I am trying to Clare but I was not really trained because most of the werewolves of my pack too felt that a wolfless girl was a burden on them.”

“Only my mother used to think that I will be a late bloomer but looks like nobody believes that anymore…”

I know I was wallowing in self-pity but then I needed to vent out my frustration. I had been enduring the torture and abuse of the pack members, basically, all the male werewolves who thought that female werewolves were good for nothing except giving birth to cubs and giving them an heir.

Only Clare, the oldest she-wolf, would be nice to me but she was old and wasn’t strong enough to stand against the others.

While she administered the antiseptic after cleaning my wounds, she muttered, “You need to start standing up for yourself kiddo. You aren’t a four-year kid anymore. You are now…seventeen?”

I nodded my head at that, “I will turn eighteen in a month from now.”

Most pack members awakened their wolf when they turned sixteen but I was yet to awaken one despite being seventeen. If my mother was right I was a late bloomer and the chances of me awakening my wolf on my eighteenth birthday were high.

Though I wasn’t too sure about it. By the time, Clare was done with cleaning the wounds and healing me, it was pretty early in the morning.

I recalled that I was on kitchen duty for the day and that I had to cook breakfast. Recalling that, I hurriedly got up from the chair but Clare sensed my urgency and tried to calm me down.

“Don’t worry, Garron, Peter, and Steve have all left for some work. As such, you don't need to cook an elaborate meal. We will just serve bread butter and tea or coffee for the rest of us. I am sure nobody would mind.”

I sagged in relief to hear that.

I wasn’t really feeling good enough to cook much less stand on my feet. Though Clare insisted that I do no work, I got up and helped prepare the bread while she prepared tea and coffee.

In less than fifteen minutes, we were done and I carried a huge plate of bread butter to the packhouse where we served breakfast every day.

As I was returning from the packhouse to the kitchen, I saw something brush past the far end of Steve’s house. I blinked a little and squinted my eyes to see what it was and even looked around but there was nothing.

Thinking that it was a trick of my mind, I headed back to the large common kitchen to carry the second plate. There were only a handful of members left behind but I didn’t want anyone to complain to Garron or Steve that I hadn’t provided adequate food.

Hence, I went ahead and my hands were about to pick the large tray when again I heard a noise.

Startled, I turned around and my finger cut itself against the knife I had laid on the kitchen counter after slicing the loaves of bread evenly.

A drop of red blood oozed out of the finger and I winced though my attention was at the window that was thrown open. I could see trees and leaves rustling so while I was busy looking out for who was there and if Steve had suddenly returned, I felt a hand gently wrap its fingers around my wrist.