Alexander’s POV
As I reflect on my past actions, I realize that my fear and insecurities led me to make choices that hurt Sophia deeply. I ran away from her because I couldn’t reconcile the differences between our worlds. The idea of a powerful alpha like me being in love with a human seemed inconceivable. I thought I was protecting her by staying away, shielding her from the dangers and complexities of my life.
But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I felt an emptiness consuming me. I couldn’t deny the truth any longer-I was in love with Sophia, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. It became clear that I couldn’t simply stay away and ignore the depth of my feelings.
With determination in my heart, I made a decision. I would find a way to make Sophia understand and accept my world, to slowly introduce her to the intricacies of being an alpha and the life within the Shadow Moon Pack. It wouldn’t be an easy task, but I was willing to put in the effort and patience it required.
I would start by being honest with her, revealing the truth behind my disappearance and expressing my remorse for the pain I caused. I needed to assure her that I hadn’t abandoned her out of indifference, but out of fear and a misguided attempt to protect her.
Gently, I reach out and pull her into an embrace, wrapping my arms around her trembling form. I want her to feel the sincerity of my love, the depth of my remorse, and the intensity of my desire to make things right. My touch is gentle yet firm, seeking to offer comfort and reassurance.
With her head nestled against my chest, I press a tender kiss to the top of her head, my lips lingering there for a moment. It’s a silent plea, a way of conveying my love without the need for words. I want her to understand that my actions were born out of fear and a misguided attempt to protect her, not out of indifference or disregard.
My thought process is broken by the rage of Sophia’s two roommates, Tyler and Jake, whom I had just remembered were still there. I look at them, noting how none of them seemed to have changed. As I observe their presence, I realize that Tyler and Jake have always harbored feelings for Sophia. Their lingering glances and attempts to get closer to her were not lost on me, and it had sparked a sense of jealousy and discomfort within me.
Tyler’s voice breaks through the tension, laced with a mix of anger and concern. “Who the hell are you?” he demands, his words sharp and accusatory. “We brought her to this party. Explain yourself.”
I take a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure despite the rising tension in the room. Sophia’s two roommates, Jake and Tyler, are glaring at me with anger and suspicion.
Jake’s voice cuts through the air, filled with rage. “Repeat what you just said!” he growls, his tone dripping with hostility. The intensity of his anger catches me off guard, but I gather myself quickly, unwilling to back down.
Sophia steps forward, her eyes wide with concern as she tries to diffuse the situation. “Jake, calm down,” she pleads, her voice tinged with urgency. “This won’t solve anything.”
I meet Jake’s furious gaze and a sly smile curves on my lips. I can see the jealousy and insecurity burning within him. It’s evident that he has feelings for Sophia, and my return has triggered his protective instincts.
“What’s the matter? Feeling threatened?” I taunt, my voice laced with a mix of amusement and challenge. “Do you have feelings for Sophia?”
The question catches Jake off guard, momentarily defusing his anger. He loosens his grip on me, embarrassment coloring his features. Tyler, seizing the opportunity, steps in to mediate and bring a sense of order to the room.
“Enough,” Tyler interjects firmly, his voice commanding attention. He shifts his gaze from Jake to Sophia, concern etched in his eyes. “Sophia, do you really know him?”
Sophia’s eyes dart between Tyler, Jake, and me, searching for an answer. I meet her gaze, silently conveying the depth of my sincerity. I need her to trust me, to understand that my feelings for her are genuine.
“Yes, I do,” she responds, her voice steady and resolute. Her unwavering faith in me fills me with a sense of hope, a glimmer of possibility in this tense moment.
Tyler’s gaze narrows, scrutinizing me for any signs of deception. He takes a step closer, his protective instincts still on high alert. “You better not be playing games with her,” he warns, his voice stern and unwavering.
My expression turns serious, and I lock eyes with Tyler, conveying my earnestness and determination. “I would never play games with her,” I assert, my voice filled with sincerity. “I care about her more deeply than you can possibly imagine.
Tyler’s gaze softens slightly, his defensive stance easing just a fraction. He studies me for a moment longer before nodding in reluctant acceptance. “Fine,” he says, his tone less hostile. “But don’t think I won’t be watching you.”
And then, he pulls his brother who is still grappling with his emotions and is silent. They walk off and disappear from sight.
I remember that when I first met the two of them a year ago, I had noticed something about them. Something I was very familiar with being a werewolf.
Their scent. It was pungent and unmistakable-a mix of earthy musk and wild nature. I had encountered that scent before, but only in one particular group of individuals: descendants of the werewolf hunter family.
Werewolves and werewolf hunters were intertwined in a complex history that dated back centuries. The supernatural world had once been filled with hidden werewolf packs and skilled hunters who dedicated their lives to eradicating the perceived threat. But as peace settled between the two factions over time, the newer generation of hunters had grown complacent, neglecting the rigorous training that had once defined their lineage.
As an alpha, I had been trained from a young age to defend my pack and fight against the dangers that lurked in the shadows. My heightened senses allowed me to detect the presence of other supernatural beings, including the distinct scent that clung to Tyler and Jake.
It was an intriguing revelation, and I found myself contemplating the implications. Sophia’s connection to the descendants of the werewolf hunters added another layer of complexity to our already tangled situation. The question now arose: How would they react if they discovered my true nature as a werewolf?