The rebellious daughter of the alpha

KEVIN

20 YEARS AGO

Far in the west, deep in the forests, amongst the beautiful Green Valley lies the one and only Greenville Pack. A place I used to deem worthy of love, a place that used to come with so many happy memories but this day was different.

“Alpha Mason!” I quivered in horror as I stood behind my mother watching a 6’2 perfectly built man bark at my father. But he wasn’t just any man. He was the Lycan King. Alpha of Alphas. Lycan Issac Perkins.

His blue irises were sharp, ferocious, and overly threatening as he huffed to my Father who courteously remained in his stance. His messy dark hair danced to the waves of air, his breaths escaped brisk and short.

“All evidence points to you!” He growled as he sauntered away from my father, touring amidst Pack Members that encircled us. His legendary silver sword fixated by his hip side, swallowed by its black metallic sheath.

“And for the crime of this treason you’ve committed, your only punishment,” The Lycan pursed his lips as he neared my father once again. I could notice my mother sobbing in silence. Beta Walker’s countenance wasn’t any indifferent. There was also this unexplainable tension brewing among my Pack Members. Fear started to bloom in my heart, I couldn’t comprehend what the Lycan was saying but from these things I noticed, I knew my father was in danger.

“Is death!” The Lycan declared and almost everyone gasped. My mother covered her mouth with her palm while tears streamed across her cheeks. I clutched onto her leg, feeling another pang of pain surge within me. The Lycan was going to kill my father. Right before me, right in front of his Pack Members.

For what offense?! And why couldn’t anybody say something?! Above all, why did my Father simply bow his head like he had accepted his fate?! Why?!

“Have you any last words to say, you traitor!” The Lycan growled with his terrifying gaze solely on my Father. My lips parted but no air escaped while my heart paced uncontrollably.

“I am innocent, Lycan, but I accept your judgment wholeheartedly.” He solemnly avowed and in an unprecedented moment, my eyes witnessed the greatest horror of my life. The Lycan’s shiny blade had pierced through my Father’s heart.

“Father!!” I screamed as I inadvertently trotted to the center, approaching my dying father as he collapsed to the ground while The Lycan returned his blade to its sheath. 

“Father!!” Warm tears profusely soaked my eyes as my father wore his accustomed soothing smile. Except this time it hurts!

“K-Kevin—” My Father stuttered as his left palm reached for my cheek while blood gradually soaked his grey shirt.

“Dad, you can’t leave me! Stay with me!” I screeched regardless of the eyes on us. A tear trickled from his perfect Hazel eyes before they slowly relapsed. His warm palm gradually dropped from my cheek to the loamy grounds. My entirety quivered, my breaths failed me as my eyes twitched from horrific awe. My father was dead! The kindest man I had ever known had fallen to the blade of a Lycan!

“Father!!!” I yelled as I grasped onto him, wailing restlessly while the others simply froze. That was the day my world died. Darkness, emptiness, pain, and anger began their stride in me. It was at that moment, I felt my insides burn outrageously, claws protruded from my tiny fingers, and my bones started to crack burning my insides like brimstone fire. My legs and arms slowly grew back into hind and fore legs, shiny black furs extended from my skin as I felt canines extend and a growl escape. 

At the age of six, This was my first transformation into my Wolf.

PRESENT TIME

My eyes faintly awoke with the usual dark empty feeling looming on my insides. My senses were quick to be welcomed by my small room which reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. I lazily arose from my rickety bed which creaked, rubbing through my long pompadour brown hair frantically. As I progressed into my bathroom uninterestedly, I was immediately welcomed by my full-length mirror opposite me revealing my pathetic status.

My hair was messy, my Hazel eyes retained their accustomed threatening glares, and my full-boxed brown beard worsened it all making me no different than a hopeless miserable person. But it’s true. My life alone is a mess. My Father was tagged a traitor I’m the son of a traitor who had a premature transformation. The once respected Manchester family is now a stain to the Greenville Pack.

 My palms curled into a fist at that thought. At the same time, my eyes fixated on the mirror again reflecting a black Wolf face tattoo on the right side of my chest. And my black royal family tattoo inscribed on my forearms. Roses. They were a perfect reminder of my Father, the perfect reminder for vengeance. I had a quick bath and slipped on my usual baggy brown shirt and trousers. Leaving my hair tousled while I slipped a pack of cigarettes into my pockets.  I emerged into our parlor decorated with old furniture complemented by a small dining table and rickety couches.

“Morning Mom.” I greeted in my silky voice as I joined her in the small kitchen where she busied herself with the dishes. Her brown hair was packed in a loose ponytail, her face displayed signs of weariness and her brown irises told just how much she had cried over the night. She must have slipped into depression again.

She beamed a smile at me. One I deemed superficial. I slipped out my lighter and a cigarette. Immediately, she scooped it off my lips, glaring at me.

“Breakfast is ready.” She stated lucidly as she gestured towards the wooden dining. Where Pancakes waved at me. I don’t know why, but it brought memories of my father. Times when we used to eat as a family.

“Are you going to keep standing here or have some food?” My mother’s voice broke my thoughts as she strode to the dining table. I cleared my throat briefly before relaxing on a chair opposite my mom’s. 

  The wooden entrance door suddenly creaked open and a brown-skinned man quietly ushered himself in. Uncle Walker, Wearing a joyful smile that only ruined my appetite more. Walker was my Father’s Beta, and ever since his removal, he’s been the only one who stood by us. He’s also been my secret trainer, preparing me for the Alpha position forcefully taken from us ever since my Father’s gruesome death.

“Good Morning, Luna Serene.” He chirped as he joined us. My mother heaved a heavy sigh.

“I’m no longer Luna, Walker. It’s been twenty years.” My mother solemnly avowed. Her words were so heavy and dosing the pain in my heart.

“I only recognize you as my Luna. Besides, we haven't had one for two decades now.” Walker answered as he took a slice.

“The earlier you stop calling me that, the better for all of us. We don’t wanna get under Alpha Jason’s skin.” My mother replied and my palms curled into a fist immediately.

 None of my Pack Members, not even my mother could fight for my Father. They all just watched in despair as the Lycan King installed my step-uncle, Jason, as the new Alpha. Not only does it disgust me but it never fails to burn me!

My Father was innocent, though there was no evidence to prove it. I believed him. He was the kindest, sweetest, and warmest man I had ever known. There was no way he could have committed treason and I wished my mother could have thought this way too. To avenge her mate but in the end, she was just like the others, resigning to a cruel fate. A fate I’ve vowed to change! Vengeance for my Father.

I arose sharply from the dining, almost startling them. I headed outside, greeted by the beautiful sun. Birds chirped on their nest as I toured amidst tall trees with the wind gently greeting my skin with warmth. I slipped out a cigarette and lighter, Impatiently lighting the cigarette before letting out a smoky puff.

“And there goes the son of a traitor!” An overly familiar feminine voice phased through my ears. My legs came to an abrupt halt in front of Greenville Square. The large area, the same place my father was killed, and the same place an Inter Pack competition would be hosting today. Where several packs would engage in nonsensical athletic shits just for medals. My ferocious glare briskly found Imogen alongside Jerry and the two idiots he calls friends. Imogen was the cheap damsel of Greenville. She’s been at war with me ever since I outrightly refused her. And Jerry, he was the Alpha’s son. Just as sinister and cunning as his father, Committing different atrocities as they wished.

“What are you gonna do?” Jerry scorned as he curled his arm around her shoulders. “Hit her?”

 My breaths stormed out heavily and my eyes lit with rage as my palms curled into a fist. Seconds passed and my anger only bloomed, the hairs on my skin arose, and I was mentally puzzling over ways to murder these idiots.

“Say one more word and I promise you’ll lose that tongue of yours.” I bellowed through gritted teeth as I let out a puff. Their mocking countenances morphed into anger but it only took grace for me not to snap. I briskly stormed away from the scenery, trotting to my secret training room.

I inched towards a punching bag with werewolf speed. Throwing several furious punches at the bag. I imagined it to be Alpha Jason but deep inside, I wanted it to be him. I was tired of waiting, being humiliated, being despised, and watching the famous, peaceful, and beautiful Greenville slowly crumbling under Alpha Jason’s reign. I’m supposed to be the Alpha! The legitimate one, not some half-bastard abusing my father’s position.

“I heard of your antics with Jerry and Imogen.” Uncle Walker chorused beside me. I stopped hitting the bag, wondering how he had gotten beside me without my notice. His expression displayed worries but I huffed.

“They should count themselves lucky I didn’t hit them!” I growled while sweat broke on my forehead.