Malicia;
I understand why Elara is running away from him. If I was in her position, I would have done the same. Alpha Blade is handsome but scary just like Alpha Arthur. Not just the both of them. Their Betas are also very scary. They have this sense of authority surrounding them and a Delta wolf like me always sees them as power drunk.
Alphas and Beta wolves were basically beasts and these men were not an exception. I don’t even want to mention the worst of them all, Beta Loki. Never seen him ever wear a smile on his face.
These past few days, I tend to notice a lot about him. He’s always duty cautious and I wonder if he ever has time for himself. At least, I’ve seen the others smile. I kind of like Kalus. He’s the different one among them all. Very goofy. He isn’t arrogant like the others. You can barely tell from his attitude that he’s an Alpha wolf.
But the fact that the physical appearance of every Alpha wolf can’t be hidden, that actually gave him out.
Elara or should I say Nova? Breathing in…. I hate addressing my friend as Nova. I’m yet to get used to or accept the fact that there is someone else in the body of my friend. At first, when Elara pushed me away from her when we arrived at Alpha Arthur’s home, I was worried.
I didn’t know what to make of it because I was totally in the dark about what was going on with my best friend. The event that happened at the dinner table between Elara and that evil Chloe, made Elara come closer to me.
However, Alpha Arthur had earlier made an attempt to explain things to me, but he didn’t explain it this deeply. It was Nova who finally gave me an explanation of what had happened.
She spoke to me about the incident that happened in her father’s pack, and how she has to return to be able to fix things. I understood her. I think the Goddess gave her this opportunity to be able to fix things and when she was done, Elara would finally return to her body. Our only concern is how she will be able to fix things when she is carrying some other person’s identity.
She suggested that she just needed to give it a try first. That’s the only way we will find out if the task is gonna be a hard one or an easy one.
But these oppressive Alphas will not let her leave. I don’t know how they intend to help Elara return to her body when they don’t even want to give her a chance. But then again, their only concern might just be Elara’s body and not the soul. As long as her pussy is still intact for them to fix their cocks, then I bet they are fucking ok with Nova being in the body of Elara.
I might not be someone who matters in the society or a high value she-wolf, but I will make sure to do everything within my power to bring Elara back to her body. Even if it means sneaking Nova out of Alpha Arthur’s home, and running back to her father’s pack with her.
I know my brothers will be fine. Alpha Arthur will not hurt them because of me. I just want to give him the benefit of the doubt even though he’s ruthless.
Nova and I were actually speaking about our escape plan. Bringing up so many options that some were very funny to us, and we couldn’t help but giggle hard. I love the fact I can flow with Nova, but I want my best friend back.
If not for the fact Alpha Blade had just interrupted our discussion right now, I think we would have come to a conclusion on our escape plan.
Nova grips my fingers, asking me with a brow signal if she should listen to Alpha Blade and I nod my head to a yes response. She should just hear whatever it was he wanted to say. When she is done, then we get back to our conversation.
I duck my head in respect, and let go of Nova’s hand. With one more assurance glance that I give to Nova, I amble away from their presence. Giving them the room to have their conversation.
I’m certain Nova will still fill me in with whatever it is that they will speak about. So I don’t need to worry.
My feet make their way to my room, the thought of Nova and Alpha Blade still playing in my head when I feel a hand grab my arm. My body jerks in shock.
“Are you always this jumpy?” Beta Bronson turns me around, pulling his face closer to mine, “Don’t you feel safe in here?” He questions.
I never knew he was the one who had grabbed me. I was about giving the person a punch because I thought it was one of those disgusting Alpha Arthur’s men. Most of them have been lustfully staring at me ever since I arrived here, and I know what they want.
But I’m not that girl to be toyed with. I will rip out the chest of any who dares to act stupid with me. I don’t even understand why some male wolves only think with their dicks.
Beta Bronson is the last person I’m expecting for him to do this. What does he want?
“I’m not scared, I just don’t like people sneaking out on me,” I bow my head in respect. At least, that’s something I’m meant to do.
I feel his finger on my chin and he raises my face to stare at him, but I can’t even fix my gaze on his face. Even if he’s scary, he has these fine green eyes that look very charming. I know the eye color was familiar with the Beta wolves but his was more unique because of his facial features and his skin.
He’s very handsome with a long pointed nose, and smaller lips. You might mistake him for a beautiful lady, but his 6’5 height and muscular body made his handsomeness even more prominent. A strong man with a fine face.
I don’t just like the tattoo on his body. Why do they all have tattoos? Anyway, why do I care? That’s left for their women to be worried about.
“Why are your eyes darting around and you can’t even glance at me,” he moves closer to me, stopping just a few inches away.
I softly breathe, pressing my teeth together before taking my gaze back to his face. He was so handsome. Thank Goddess he’s not my type, I would have fallen for him. I don’t like men who are too handsome and have these player vibes because they always have a lot of ladies around them.
I hate to compete for my man. I know I’ve never had a relationship or been with any man, but I still knew what I wanted for myself.
His type of man doesn’t even fall in love. It’s just sex with the ladies and good vibes. My body, and my virginity are too precious to me. I can’t give them to a man that doesn’t know their worth.
“Is there something you want me to do for you?” I forced the question out of my lips. I have to leave his presence, his scent is so choking on my nose and I’m struggling to breathe. Why did he even choose this scent of perfume? I think I prefer his wolf scent to this.
Beta Bronson draws his face even closer to mine and I flinch. “Yes, I want you to help me with something important,” he responds, and before my lips can part to ask him what it is, he pulls me by my wrist. Beta Bronson leads us to a room which I believe is the room Alpha Arthur assigned to him.
He closed the door as he shoved me in.
I try to reach for the door to open it but he pulls me back and drags me to the front of the wardrobe. Standing behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders, “I want you to pick out an outfit for me,” he requested.
“I can’t pick an outfit….” I try to turn around to speak to him, but he pivots me back to face the wardrobe.
“Just look around and pick something,” I feel his face closer to my ear as he whispers to me. The air from his nostrils fanning my skin.
What now? What does he want with me? How does he expect me to pick out an outfit for him when I know nothing about men’s fashion? Is he bored or what, that he is bugging me?
I will just get this done with, so I can leave.
I reach out for a black long sleeve shirt, and we move toward the roll of the pants. I picked a pair of white pants for him. His hands are still on my shoulders as he leads me in the direction of where the belts and wristwatches are arranged, and I pick what I can.
A black belt and a gold wristwatch. We move to another set of clothes; cardigans. I picked a white one for him. I don’t know if he likes my choices because he’s not giving me the opportunity to look at his face. I would have been able to study his expression if I had seen his face
“Time to pick my pairs of shoes,” as expected he leads me in the direction of the shoe rack, and I find myself struggling to pick the black pair of shoes. My hands were already filled up with what I was carrying and I couldn’t reach for something else.
Why was he not helping me with this? I think to myself.
Instantly, Beta Bronson turns me around, facing him. He gazes over me in an unexpected way and moves forward in me, and my head flinches.
Just when I think he’s about to help me take these clothes from my hands, he suddenly places his palms on my face, pulling my head forward. His face comes closer to mine and in a flash, he fixes his lips on mine.
My eyes shoot open and my body is stunned into a great shock.