Lucas pov
“Compose a letter that provides a detailed account of the rivalry pack.” It becomes increasingly frustrating for me to address the same issue repeatedly.
I expressed my thoughts to my beta, who seemed unable to comprehend my words over the phone, likely due to my own state of mind. A full bottle of alcohol was burning in my throat as I vented my frustrations. The sight of Harper with Ethan fills me with an unpleasant rage, causing my heart to race uncontrollably.
I feel a deep affection for her, yet I am unable to act on it after having rejected her. Amelia will not allow for any semblance of peace; instead, she will demand Harper’s downfall as a form of retribution.
“Alpha, are you there?”
“Please allow me a moment to think,” I replied tersely, swiveling in my chair. I grasped the mouse of my keyboard, clicking through various tasks while remaining on the call with my beta.
“Alpha, what if I cancel the fight between our pack and the other pack to avoid drawing Alpha Ethan’s suspicion?” he suggested calmly. I recognized the validity of his point, yet I resented the notion of altering our warrior identity simply to appease Ethan. I clicked my tongue in frustration and ended the call without responding.
I simply need a moment to clear my mind. I poured another drink, the bitter liquid mingling with the anguish that enveloped me. I desire Harper, yet she remains out of reach.
The door swung open, revealing Amelia, who stood there glaring at me with disdain. She is my fiancee, yet she also keeps a watchful eye on her partner. “Come here; I want to spend a pleasant day with you,” she said.
“You are truly stunning, Amelia.” I remarked, captivated by her alluring brown eyes.
She leaned against the door, arms crossed beneath her chest.
“What occupies your thoughts? Harper again, is it?”She whispered the name into my ear as if using a microphone.
“No, no, no! I have you; I cannot be preoccupied with Harper.” I fibbed, shifting in my chair and taking a sip of my drink.
Amelia’s gaze bore into me, her eyes aflame with doubt. “Do not deceive me, Alpha,” she retorted, her tone laced with bitterness. “I can sense the yearning in your scent. You are still fixated on Harper, aren’t you?”
I struggled to keep my demeanor steady, but Amelia’s remarks hit a raw nerve. “What are you saying, Amelia? You are my fiancee, and I love you.” The declaration felt insincere, even to myself.
Amelia stepped closer, her arms unfolding from their previous position. “Love me? You do not even crave me. You are merely using me as a distraction from Harper.” Her voice trembled with emotion.
I rose to my feet, the chair scraping against the floor. “That is not the case, Amelia. You are being irrational.” Yet, my words only intensified her fury.
“Irrational?” she echoed, her laughter icy. “You are the one living in a fantasy. Do you believe you can simply ignore Harper’s existence? Here’s a reality check, Alpha: she is omnipresent, especially in your heart.”
The room swirled as I took another gulp of alcohol, attempting to dull the ache. Amelia’s words struck hard, revealing my innermost feelings.
At that moment, my phone vibrated, displaying Beta’s name on the screen. I paused briefly before picking up the call.
“Alpha, we have an urgent situation,” Beta stated, his tone filled with urgency. “The rival packs are mobilizing and intend to launch an attack on us tonight.”
Suddenly, everything came into sharp focus. The rivalry with the other pack and the looming conflict flooded my mind.
“Prepare the warriors,” I growled, already formulating a plan.
However, as I ended the call, my attention shifted to Amelia. Her eyes were still ablaze with anger, indicating that our discussion was far from concluded.
“Did you provoke a confrontation with the rival pack? Why do you always stir up trouble?” she questioned.
“I don’t enjoy causing trouble; they brought it upon themselves,” I replied, quickly rising to grab my suit jacket as I moved toward the door. She called out to me.
“Are you really going to leave without giving me a kiss?”
I shook my head in resignation.
“Then you shall have a kiss,” she insisted.
I leaned in, our lips meeting in a brief, emotionless kiss. Amelia’s gaze seemed to penetrate mine, searching for a spark that was absent.
“Be cautious out there,” she urged, concern evident in her voice.
I nodded and turned to exit.
As I stepped into the cool night air, the tension within me began to shift. The audacity of the rival pack ignited a fierce determination within me. It was time to assert our dominance.
Upon arriving at the designated gathering point, I found Beta and the warriors ready for my orders.
“Let us demonstrate our strength,” I growled, my eyes scanning the distant horizon.
With a unified roar, we surged forward into battle.
Claws met flesh, snarls reverberated, and the night air became charged with adrenaline.
Should I refrain from fighting simply because another Alpha visited my pack? I thought, bursting into laughter. The prospect of defeating the pack that sought to challenge us consumed my thoughts.
“Let us confront them and return victorious,” I commanded.
Beta’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Alpha, are you certain? We have just learned that Ethan’s pack is more formidable than we expected.”
I dismissed his apprehension with a casual gesture. “Strength is not solely defined by numbers, Beta. It encompasses strategy and resolve. We shall not retreat.”
With a fierce battle cry, our pack surged toward Ethan’s territory.
As we drew near, Harper’s image remained vivid in my thoughts. This confrontation was not merely about land; it was about demonstrating my worth to her.
We charged into the rival pack, our claws glinting in the moonlight.
The alpha of the opposing pack and I engaged, our alpha energies entwined in a fierce contest.
Just as victory appeared to be within reach, a figure emerged from the shadows.
Amelia.
Her eyes burned with determination, and her voice resonated with an unsettling calm.
“Cease this,” she commanded, her gaze encompassing both packs.
We halted, our chests rising and falling rapidly.