Alphas Second Chance by Salani

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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*Kiara's POV*

And so I stood, watching the cheering crowd.

Watching the gladiators.

Watching the referees.

And finally, watching the monarchs at the high seats. The same monarchs who had my parents and siblings killed, murdered my mate and in short, took away everything I had ever known and loved.

They sat there, laughing and mocking me, waiting for the battle to begin, so I could face my own terrible death like everyone else.

But no, no!

I wouldn't please them, they wanted me for a maid and personal slut, but I constantly refused and rebelled against their wishes.

I wouldn't please them then, I wouldn't please them now, and I wouldn't please them ever. They would know and unfortunately for them, they would come to realize the hard way, that I am not for anyone's pleasure. They would pay for what they did. For each and every person I loved that they killed, I would get my revenge, I swore it.

I looked at them. Each and every one of them. Those wretched bastards. The royal family of the Lynx pack. The royal idiots that messed with the wrong girl. I promised myself and my wolf, True that we would exact our revenge on them, in this life or the next. We would bring royal pain down onto their royal asses. It was a certain promise.

Because of them, True and I would never be complete. They took away our mate and destroyed our future of happiness and as I cried angry tears, I said to myself,

"I, Kiara Crescendo promise myself that I will exact my revenge on the royal family of the Lynx pack and no soul on this earth will stop me."

That was a personal promise that I would surely fulfill. No matter what the world threw at me, I would do it. I honestly didn't know how, but I would.

But I couldn't do it now because there was a rule that during every Decima, no participating wolf could come close to the Alpha and other seated high personalities.

By the way, a Decima is an ancient battle designed by an Alpha King years ago. It's a battle where a group of wolves who have been picked have to fight to the finish and by "to the finish" I mean till all wolves except one are dead. And by "picked", I mean punished with it. Obviously, with the definition above, you should realise now that it's dangerous shit.

But in my opinion, it's a sickening event organized by idiotic shit-faced leaders who think they can just kill whoever they please.

To them, and about 40% of the crowd watching, it's just a game. Like a movie they can just sit down and watch with popcorn and slushies or something. And when they see someone looking victorious or something they release more warriors onto them because they feel like adding more drama. They're like the directors or producers and the whole thing is some dumb play. I mean they could as well sit in their thrones and yell "action".

Damn, I'm funny. I'm practically laughing to myself because I just made a joke in the midst of all this shit going on. I mean, if there was an award for laughing and cracking jokes in the midst of serious times, I would sooo win it.

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