Falling for two Alphas

I felt the rush of the airflow through my coat.

The feeling of the wind bursting around me as I run through these familiar woods is the greatest in the world. I love it. Nothing beats the feeling when I'm allowed out for a run. I lived my life under the strict rules of my father. My father is a Delta diplomat and a member of the council. He believes in old customs and traditions and binds his children to follow them the same. And my mother was quite the opposite. She was the brightest sunshine of my life, but when I was thirteen years old she passed away and left me and my two siblings with my father.

I never had a great relationship with my father and he never wanted me because I was nothing more than a blemish on my family, and I still am. I am the weakest wolf in the pack. A weak omega who feels like she doesn't deserve little to no respect from my pack members. I was treated like less than the dirt beneath my feet for my entire life, but for the first time in my life, I felt worthy, loved, and cared for. When I found my savior, a shining knight in the face of Azelaic, my mate. When I was with him, I felt lively, with him being by my side. I felt like I deserved everything in this world. I have a right to be happy and he gave everything rightfully. I was the happiest wolf on this planet. I was living like a fairytale.

A tear escaped from my eye, I take a painful gasp as I remembered him. But life is not a fairy tale. It's brighter and darker, longer and briefer, duller, and more evil than magical. It's full of contradictions, but one thing it's not is neat. I was so caught up in this fairytale that I have never been able to see the reality. Azelaic left me alone all by myself to face this cruel reality.

My love for Azelaic was never dead, even if he left me alone without any trace. I had faith in him and I believed that he would return to me. I am just waiting for that day to come. He will pull me out of this miserable life.

Recently, my father has been very strict with me and never allows me to take a step out of the house. Did I know the reason why? not because he wants to protect me, but because protecting me will be the last thing my father would do for me. All he cared about in his entire life was his respect and pride. And I am the only reason who put a dent in his dignity by breaking the rules of our pack.

No one left a choice for us but to do this, but the father doesn't see that all he sees is wrong and I did wrong, but who pushed me to do that he never acknowledged it. And my father blamed everything on me.

I usually abide by and try to stay home to please my father but today was different; I had to leave the house. I couldn't stand the tension at home after what he said.

As I was running to the lake, I felt like the Moon calling me. The tugging was rare, but I knew she was trying to tell me something. And almost as if she was hesitating, the tugging feeling disappeared. I shifted back to my human form and sat by the lake. Yes, I'm naked, but no one's around, and like l or anyone else would care. Being naked is normal. A normal thing after shifting

Therefore, being entirely meaningless to be

shameful. As I sat there, looking into the water of the lake, I thought about what my father told me. I can't believe such a thought crossed his mind. Let alone his reasoning as to why. Even if I had decided to speak against his words or protest his statement, there'd be nothing I could ever do to change his mind. What he says is the rule that's how it is and how it always will be. So I'll just sit here and think.

After what felt like forever, I finally ran.

towards the shed at the edge of the lake and put on a shirt and jeans before

Walking home. I've finally come to terms with my father's decision.

I walked back inside my home, the home at the edge of our town center, just two miles east of the barracks. Not even two seconds inside and my father, angry that I ran out of the house without his permission, walks up to me and smacks me right on my left cheek with the back of his hand, demanding where I had been. I told him the truth, of course, but he was still angry. He began to explain to me my responsibilities and how I needed to learn to respect him. And I need to obey him.

I could feel the hatred radiating out of his eyes toward me.

" I-I... I apologize...father." I murmured some words out of my mouth which caused the father to get even angrier.

" SHUT UP! YOU MUTT! YOUR APOLOGY DOESN'T FIX ANYTHING." He yelled at me.

I opened my mouth to speak but hesitated.

and say nothing.

" I am sending you to Fiona. She knows how to teach a mannerless wolf like you to be useless ." my father growls.

My seething resentment reaches its breaking point. I clutched my hand in my fist. And my nostrils flared in heat.

" Father, you can't get rid of me like that. I am not going there." I made a bold remark. And it was the first time I got the courage to speak against my father. I am just exhausted to my core from this abuse and it emotionally drains me out day by day. I looked up as he reached a hand down to grab my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting to feel his fingers clamp around my forearm. He struck a hard slap on my face, leaving me numb.

" DON'T YOU DARE TO DISOBEY ME? YOU FILTHY BITCH! HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE? I CAN'T BEAR YOUR FACE ANY LONGER. I AM CALLING FIONA TO GET YOU BEFORE THE SUNRISE!" He barked.

My eyes became teary without saying anything further. I turned and walked into my room. I just kept on crying. For Azelaic. For my mom, For my siblings. For myself. For not feeling good enough. For not feeling enough. For not doing what I wanted to do despite all the noise and the eye rolls and all the things I'd had to give up along the way. Hot tears streamed down my face, and I squeezed my eyelids shut in the hope my tears would stop. My choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time, and I lay in bed unmoving.

Knock...knock...knock.

I heard knocking on my room's door. It must be Father, he wasn't tired enough to just keep abusing me for the night. I guess he wasn't satisfied with my pain.

I rise from bed to go and see what father wants from me? As I opened the door, I saw Caden standing outside of my room's door, looking worried. It is almost midnight. He shouldn't be walking around at this time of the night. If the father sees him, he will be furious with him.

" Caden, what's the matter? Why aren't you in your bed?" I asked him.

" A-Aisling... Aisling...I-I...need." He stops and I place my hand over his shoulder.

" What's it? Tell me, Caden, I am not going to tell father." I reassured him.

" Cassy... She..." He mummer.

" What happened to Cassy? Tell me, you don't need to be scared if you are not going to tell me how I am supposed to help you?" I asked him a second time, sweats broke down on his forehead and his face was turning pale.

" Cassy wasn't at home." He finally blurted out. I don't understand what he means by Cassy being not at home. I just checked up on her two hours ago. She was doing her homework.

" What do you mean?" I asked him.

" Um...don't get mad at me but Cassy asked me not to tell you she went to Crystal's house to take some notes from her. She promised me she'd be back in half an hour but..." he pauses and all the negative things that could happen to her come to my mind, making me extremely distressed.

" But? What? Speak up Caden! Did she come back home?" I asked him in a demanding tone.

" Um...No, she didn't come back and she wasn't answering my phone calls. Oh, Aisling Father is going to kill me if he knows I helped her to get out of the house."

Cassy, my 17-year-old younger sister. Recently, she has been acting crazy. I don't understand what happened to her lately? She wasn't like she was caring and loving Delta once, but she turned into the most smart and manipulative wolf in the pack. She knew how to trick others to get what she wanted. At a very young age, she became untamed and rebellious. Lately, she has been doing a lot of partying and not focusing on her school. She becomes just a feral cat who makes Caden and I in trouble. I don't know who is influencing her to become like this, but if I find this person who's behind, I will make him pay for making our life hell.Caden is innocent as a newborn. He doesn't face this cruel world yet. My poor brother always finds something good in everything and they take advantage of it, but no the less, I will not let him be punished for his innocence, but the question is how will I do that? Where can I find Cassy? Crystal must know that.

" Don't be afraid, Caden. I will find Cassy before father finds out she wasn't at home." I reassured him.

" But how? Aisling didn't even answer my calls. How were you supposed to find her?" He asked me, concerned.

" Don't worry about that. You just stay in her bedroom. I'll bring her back."

" I am not staying here. I will go with you because I'm the reason for this. If I don't let her go she'll never do that to us."

Caden starts to blame himself, but I know it wasn't his fault. Cassy is the one to blame for it. Caden has a fragile heart and Cassy has become quite the opposite. Can you believe they are twins?

" No, Caden, one of us has to stay to keep an eye on our father. And to alert the other one. You have to trust me I will bring her back and no one will know." I cupped his face in my palms, making him look in my eyes for assertion. He finally agreed and climbed upstairs to Cassy's bedroom.

I, on the other hand, returned to my room and began stacking up some pillows on the bed to make it look like I was sleeping. If father ever comes to check up on me, find me in bed. Next, I get the mobile phone from the bedside and the car keys. I open the side window of my room carefully and pass one leg before another through the other side.

I used this window to sneak out at night every time father and I had an argument or disagreement on something and, as for my punishment, my father used to keep me locked in the room. So, I used to go out whenever I felt depressed.

Once, I made it out of the room. I attentively walked in front of the house. And I see my Volkswagen parked in the driveway. I moved straight towards the wagon and quickly unlocked the driver's seat door. I am praying to God that my father falls asleep.I jumped on the seat, starting up the wagon. I received a text from Caden. My heart nearly drops to my stomach. A wave of fear came over me.

I immediately retrieved the mobile from the dashboard and opened the text.

" Aisling, where are you?" the text reads.

" I'm outside of home. What happens? Did father find out about Cassy?" I replied with shaky fingers. Another text from him pops up on the screen. I clicked the text to read.

" No, father is sleeping in the living room. Don't worry about him, just find Cassy." I sighed in relief and placed the phone back on the dashboard and reversed the vehicle, without even thinking I hit the gas pedal, speeding the wagon. I maneuvered it and took sharp turns towards Crystal's house. My mobile screen lit up again. Taking my mobile again, I saw a text from an unknown number. I opened the message on my cell phone.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets when I read the text. My blood boils in furry and the only word left in my mouth is...

" Valentina Salvador fuck you!"

Valentina sent me a video attachment and in that video Cassy was partying and drinking at Valentina's mansion along with the wolves of the Winter Moon pack. Alongside a message.

" Cassy is the life of the party."

Valentina ~

Valentina is the bitch who is manipulating my sister to take vengeance on me. I would not let this happen to me or Cassy. I pulled the brakes and took a U-turn to drive towards Valentina's house in the centre of the town, which is 20 minutes' drive away from my home.

When I reached the outside of her Mansion, I pulled the wagon over to the side of the road.

As I hopped out of the wagon, I took a sign and made my way straight to the front gate and everything looked the same and it felt like ages since I last visited this place. I took a sorn to not step again here but yet, I find myself again on Valentina's doors.

As I stepped into the golden gates of the property, I was instantly greeted by the sight of a giant 50-foot building lying in front of an enormous lake. As I approach the lake, I can see the water move gracefully with the warm spring wind. Once I approach the edge of the lake, I look to the right side of myself, seeing a massive field of roses and many rare flowers. I felt nostalgic and all the good memories from the past came rushing into my head. A smile spread on my face, but soon, the smile faded away because those memories were meaningless for us.

As I approached the building, I found a few male and female wolves, mostly from our pack, in the front yard and wondered why everyone had gathered at Valentina's mansion? I guess the only way to find out is to go inside, ignoring the bitter stares of the people around. I know, no one is expecting to see me here, but I am not thrilled to be here.

I pulled my hood over my head to avoid people staring. As I stepped through the double door of the house, I was blasted by the music coming from the main living room. I spun in the direction of the living room and, as I entered, the red and green lights were moving vividly. The smell of urine, marijuana, and beer pierced through my nostrils like a sword. I saw some familiar faces among the crowd from my college and some of them were strangers. They were drinking, dancing to the loud music.

A girl came running up to me and tried talking over the booming speakers that were next to us. "You want one?" I looked to see what she was pointing at and noticed the crystal bottle in her hand, the bubbly gold liquid was swaying inside the bottle as she moved from side to side. At that moment, I felt like I wasn't there anymore, and I felt like I was in the living room with my father. The loud booming music interrupted my thoughts, so I pushed that thought out of my head and I politely rejected the offer, but before the girl left, I stopped her by asking...

" Have you seen Valentina?"

" Um... Yeah, I think I saw her going upstairs." She replied.

I thanked her and proceeded towards the double staircase, making my way out of the crowd. I was trapped on the stairs and my heart was beating impossibly fast. Don't know why? But my premonition hit me. With heavy legs, I climbed the last step.

I looked to my right side, remembering that Valentina and I used to play in this hallway when we were pups. A lot of things have changed since then in this house and the people who live in it. I exhaled and advanced into the hallway to find Valentina. As I was passing by a room door a sudden scent clouded my nose...Lilac. I stopped from my track and turned my attention towards it.

I moved closer to it and saw the door creak open and curiosity took the worst out of me. As I decided to look inside... My eyes led on... Him... A stranger or a beast.

He used his hands to hold her head, moving it with deliberate but tempered force- far more than a suggestion- from a spot on his neck to his chest to himself. He kept his hands pressed firmly to her ears, then played with strands of her hair. He moved her head away from him so that he could feel her breasts there, between her breasts, and he pressed them close around him to him. It was weird having them pushed into her face, pushed against her, as casually as if it were a finger. He was so sure of himself. So cock-centred, when it was locked between her breasts.

When he was inside of her later, she felt the same taut, sure strength in his hips as they pressed into her, forcing her to press back. With his hips, he pulled her along to the edge of sensation and then let her pull back ever so gently, and back and forth and back. Then, he drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds - raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he'd told her to do. He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against him, her legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing.

I could hear my own heart beating with ominous force, like a kettle drum deep inside a cave. Red-hot threads of panic and dread darted through me. My heart pounded annoyingly in my ears, and it was getting harder to stay still. I looked away for a second to control my heartbeat but it seemed impossible.

When I looked back at them suddenly, he gazed up towards me, which felt like he knew I was standing there while he was fucking her. His golden eyes met my eyes for a split second and his eye's color changed into a dark grimmed which just scared me.I felt horrified. The man was staring at me. Black eyes burrowed through the foetid air between myself and him. They were without content; hollow pools of meaninglessness.

I jerked off and stepped back, trying to calm my nerves. I decided to run before he could come out and catch me. I redirected my feet to the opposite side towards the stairs and made a run for my life.

I heard the sound of the door opening but I didn't stop because I knew I was in big trouble. Male wolves become ten times more animalistic and vicious when they mate. And a weak omega like myself couldn't stand a chance in front of him. It's the best option for me to run as far away from him as I can.

" STOP RIGHT THERE! " He speaks in a deep, demanding tone. The man had one of those dark, deep voices, the kind that makes men listen and women shed their clothing. I refused to stop and continued picking up the pace and I didn't dare to look back at him.

The lights above me began to flicker. A few seconds later, the lights went out, turning the hallway utterly dark, which made me stop from running because I couldn't see anything.

" No..No...No... Not now, please goddammit!" I thought.

Suddenly, a sharp pain cuts through

my thoughts, a hand that grips my

arm and squeezes too tight. It's Him. He caught me and I felt an inmes pressure on my arm and had a vise-like grip on my arm. He could rip my arm out of my torso.My heart was pounding out of my chest. He could hear it.

The only thing I could see was his glowing eyes in the dark void. His eyes were devastated. Large, dark, and inviting, they were the sort of open windows that decent people draped. I was so caught up in them that I forgot about my pain for a moment.

" You have made a big mistake," he said in his gravelly voice.

The fear of death came over me gradually. It was as if somebody were striking my heart with a powerful blow with the fist from below. My whole body was trembling with fear. I was barely standing. A tear escapes my eyes as I squeeze my eyes shut...

" Please, don't kill me..." I said in aghast.

The silence filled between us, and it was the longest moment of my life to pass. And finally, it came to an end when I finally opened my eyes to meet his eyes. He narrowed his golden eyes on me. The lights came back and I finally registered his facial features.

He was, well, different from all the other wolves in my pack. He was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light-toned face. His eyes were as deep and expressive that you could get lost if you stared long enough. His face had that faraway look in it which cannot be described in words. He was still holding me by my arm as he asked me, "

Who are you?"

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing was left, it felt like I lost my ability to speak in front of him. I can feel his powerful aura around me. He wasn't an omega, Delta or beta... He abruptly squeezed my arm, putting me in unbearable physical pain. I know, if I don't do anything he won't be compassionate towards me again.

" You're hurting me... Let go of my arm!" I made an audacious statement. He finally registered the pain in my face. And he loosened up his grip, which gave me a little relief in the pain.

" Who sent you here?" He asked me in a demanding tone. I gawped at him. I found his question to be puzzling. I didn't know what he meant by it, but it was the least of my worries.

" I don't know what you are talking about?" I replied to his question truthfully.

" Don't act like you don't know what I am talking about? Tell me, did Father send you?" He said in a harsh tone.

" No! Nobody sent me. I don't understand what you are talking about?" I immediately replied to him.

" What are you doing up here then?" He asked me in an interrogative tone like I am a thief or something. I yanked my arm out of his grip.

" I am not bound to answer you." I made a bold statement. And I quickly turned to the stairs and he again held my left hand from behind to make me stop.

" Don't ever disobey me again," he said, his voice a deep purr that ricocheted through me, awakening everything and lulling it into complicity.

Then I reconsidered his words and something just triggered me. I turned to face him. He grinned at me in that wild way, and my hand connected with his face.

"Don't tell me what to do," I breathed, my palm stinging. "And don't touch me like some enraged beast."

I wrenched my arm out of his grip and ran downstairs without even looking back at him. I descended the stairs hurriedly and decided to find Cassy and get the hell out of here.

I searched in the crowd to find her and finally spotted her in the middle of the room dancing like a maniac and the people around her making fun of her. I marched in the direction of Cassy to stop her.

" Cassy! What are you doing here?" A strong scent of alcohol came off of her as I grabbed her hand. She lazily raised her gaze up at me and smiled. She held my other hand and forced me to dance with her. I tugged my hands.

" Stop it! You are not in your senses. Please, stop making yourself a laughing stock to these clowns." I glared at them but they looked unaffected.

" Ayo, Derek, come meet up with my dear sister Aisling..." She was barely standing straight.

" Cassy, you are drunk! Stop this nonsense and come with me!" I warned her. I tried hauling her out of there but she ripped my hand off of her.

" NO! YOU END THIS NOW! AISLING!" She growled loudly, which caught everyone's attention who were present in the room.

" Cassy, listen to me!" I asked her but she didn't listen to me and continued...

" You have started this shit! I don't want to be like you. A puny omega who can't even protect herself and who doesn't have anyone. You are alone in this world, nobody loves you, Aisling. Azelaic just used you and threw you away like you're nothing. Open your eyes and see the reality that this isn't your fairytale. This is the real world, a world in which you have just become a laughing stock. I don't want to end like you. Poor little Aisling," She said in frustration.

My insides feel like they are crumbling like a towering Jenga game. I lose...With emotional abuse, the insults, insinuations, criticism, and accusations slowly eat away my self-esteem until I am incapable of judging a situation realistically. I may begin to believe that there is something wrong with them or even fear of losing my mind. I had become so beaten down emotionally that I blamed myself for the abuse. I lived most of my life protecting them from my father's abusive nature and, for only once in my life, if I thought about myself, she was disrespecting me.

The tears streamed down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is a liquefied brain.

" You are a loser, Aisling. I will do everything it takes to not be like you. I hate you and I hate being with you under the same roof. I wish you weren't my sister, then no one would treat me like the way they treated you." She just kept spitting words out of her mouth, which was unbearable to listen to. I just kept looking at her in disbelief that she was my sister and how much hatred she kept inside of her for me.

Suddenly, the music stopped and Valentina made her way through the crowd. A nonchalant expression on her face and I narrowed my eyes at her full of hatred.

Valentina Salvador, the daughter of our Alpha Leonard. She was once my best friend with whom I shared everything, my deepest, darkest secrets. She knows more about my life than I did but the overthrowing jealousy of her broke our special bond. She became like my enemy whom I never wanted to be like. She backstabbed me and when she was not successful in her conspiracy against me person she became a wounded and vicious who would do anything to make me feel like I person in a living hell. I understand now the reason behind Cassy's behaviour. She is the one who is putting this all up in her brain against me.

" Well, well, look what we have got here?" She stopped in front of me.

" Aisling, my dear friend, what brought you up to my door? I thought I would never see your pretty little face." She asked me while smirking like she didn't know why I came here?

" How dare you come closer to my sister?" I growled.

" Wow, you have not changed at all. I guess bad habits take a long time to depart. I had heard you come back, but I didn't believe in tittle-tattle until I had seen it with my own eyes. But here, you are making the rumours true. I want everyone to see you. And make it easy on your family and tell everyone why you returned, including me.Come on, Aisling tells us everyone is waiting." She taunted me. Everyone turns their heads towards me.

My brain isn't as brave as I want it to be, because in this room there are so many others and there's this little voice saying I'm not good enough to be here. I wonder if they can see the real me, the child who wants to be with those who love me the way my family does, to be in a crowd of friends rather than in a crowd. Perhaps we're all the same, just some of us show it a bit more. But it feels like a pain I can't conquer.

A stubborn tear escaped my eye and I felt someone's eyes on me and as I gazed up I saw him, standing in the crowd looking at me.