Marrying The Ruthless Alpha King

When she called out her best friend's name, she was welcomed by utter silence. Her wolf could not stop howling inside her, in excitement of seeing their long lost friend. In their little town, their family was the only werewolf family in the neighborhood. No one knew about their true identity, not even Maya herself, who was supposed to be her step sister.

When she scanned her surroundings, she made sure that the mansion was well secure. This was one of the things that made their family seem weird in the eyes of the public all around. They often had to look behind their back to make sure that their past was not catching up with them. They had come from a pack far in the east, hiding their identities. A key mission. Jeniffer almost forgets what she felt the first time she set her wolf free and ran round the forest. She was three when it happened, the screams, the accusation, the fire, and her mother taking both her and her brother, fleeing. That day brings her nightmares alive, she was young, and the memories are not as clear as day. But the occurrences bring her to a classified end.

She made friends with Maya immediately after she was brought to her new school. As that innocent girl, she just wanted to get along and have a distraction. Her mother had always warned them, never to get involved or let anyone in the family secret. Three werewolves living in a town full of humans was something unheard of, and she needed to keep it that way.

At times she forgot who she was, she found pleasure in taking away that part of herself that still clung to her werewolf side. For the family and for her best friend. It was her darkest secret. The one no one should ever find out…

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Taking off the heavy boots that she wore, her eyebrows knitted in confusion as she wondered why no one was at home.

Even though only Maya knew of her stepsister's homecoming, she expected her to at least carry out the duty of welcoming her home when she arrived.

Her feet were sore from running around shop after shop from the airport to buy gifts for everyone. Expressing her excitement as she bought the ornaments and jewelry her mother adored dearly. She remembers how much her mother loved the ornaments her dad used to give her. That was back, when her father was the alpha of the kingdom. A Lot has changed now.

The high expectations she had of getting at least a welcome party after returning home seemed to shatter.

Moving upstairs in a jiffy, her eyes scanned the mansion as she called out Maya's name over and over again.

Her hands felt the rails at the sides of the staircase, memories flashing as she remembered whenever they played on these stairs.

Five years did quite a number of people, a difference so outstanding you wouldn't even know they were the same age.

The mystery however stood on the fact that Maya was more well-fed and relaxed at home than Jennifer was in the military.Joining the military was the only escape that Jennifer had when it came to our nightmares. She still has that burning fire inside her that urged her to keep fighting. Since she had been suppressing her werewolf all her life, she needed a way to let out that anger and push herself to the Limit.

The military was her best option. it allowed her to become heartless and access a part of her humanity that seemed to be disappearing. She always took it upon herself to protect her best friend, who they had adopted and making her her stepsister. She wanted to protect her from their past and in case any dangerous people came for them. This is while living in a human town with the best disguise. no one will ever look for a werewolf family among unknowing humans.

Her mental and bodily health had however proven deteriorating over the years she lived with her brother and mother. Maya was after all human and her immune system was not as strong as theirs. But this however did not explain why she always looked malnourished, like she lacked sleep.

It was as though she was in a prison, one she couldn't get out of.

Her eyes fell on the water that began to flow out of the bathrooms. Reflecting itself on the shiny marble floor of the luxurious house, it moved as though it had a mind of its own and made its way wherever quantity directed.

Running towards it, breath hitched in her lungs at the sight that met her.

Remaining stagnant in one place as her lips fell open, blood rushed to her heart as nausea inhibited her brain cells.In all her life Jennifer never grew acquainted with that feeling inside her chest that brought her grill over. She didn't have to deal with her payments when she ignored the nightmares but the site in front of her definitely brought everything tumbling back. She felt the tense stance of her wolf inside her and she fought to remain in control of her body.

She wanted to scream, fall to her knees and scream out loud for help. But somehow, that was never the case to her, she couldn't find the strength to move even a single muscle.

Her heart cracked in half. Strength seemingly leaving her knees as she stared at the sight that slowed down the beating of a heart she once owned.

Water was still overflowing from both of the taps as sorrow and grief arrested her.

Denial reigned on her as she convinced her mind and heart that what was before her was nothing but a mere hallucination.

It wasn't her, it couldn't have been her best of friends and adopted sister. Jennifer Hartling fell on her knees as she struggled to weakly reach the tub that had still been overflowing with water.

At this moment, there was no need in trying to differentiate between pain in the heart and pain of the lungs. She stared at the body once more. Her best friend is lying inside the tub. The marks of beatings scattered all over her body.

She could have been that she was murdered, as though the scars stood as a symbol of the struggle and fight she put up before she welcomed her demise. But that was the case, because, when Jennifer looked down at the empty little tin, realization dawned on her.

She got ahold of the empty medicine bottle she'd died holding. Reading the inscriptions correctly, tears finally recollected themselves in her eyes as she discovered the deadliness of the Tylenol overdose she'd taken.

There was no point in trying to wake her, her skin had turned pale and white from the result of probably laying stagnant in the water for way too long.

She was as gone as her sweet voice every time she fidgeted and tried to get her best friend and sister to come back home from Vietnam.

She was as gone as the sweet smiles she always sent her way every time they face-timed.

As gone as the comfort she brought to the broken family that once stood because of her.

Death was as deadly as a python, striking when least expected and consuming almost all the life a person had been left holding on to.

But could she survive this heartache? This moment she was living that did not seem to exist.