The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 214

In the past four years I swore to myself one thing.

I swore to fight with the strength 1 lacked in the past.

The strength I needed to save Lila.

The strength I needed to save Bentley.

I swore to myself I’d fight with my human side. The side that failed me four years ago when I couldn’t

shift. The side that was far too weak to be considered Luna material. The side that had been stepped

on and mocked. I swore to myself I would never shift unless absolutely necessary.

I swore to fight with the strength of not only wolf, but human.

Today I broke my promise.

The minute he said those words.

Those seven god-forsaken words-

I broke my oath.

I shifted.

It’s almost amazing how one thing can change everything.

How one smile can make someone’s day.

How one “good morning” can lift someone’s mood when everything seems to be going all wrong.

How a comforting hand to the shoulder can pry open the hurricane of bottled emotions of someone who

got too tired of lying through their teeth to say, “I’m fine”.

How one conversation can either make or break someone’s impression of you.

It’s almost funny how one little thing, one little gesture, one conversation can change everything in a

matter of seconds.

“How did it feel to lose a child?”

It’s funny how one act of stu idity can break years of restraint.

“Someone get her off!”

Sophie’s shrill shriek rang down the cave, the sound of panic brewing alongside hers as tension quickly

filtered through the air. Through the murky mess that was my mind, I could sense the turmoil in the

thick atmosphere. The anxiety, the uncertainty of what to do, the confusion, the shock, the heavy

weight of pressure and the fear.

Fear was the most palpable.

The abundance of it leaks from under me. The tensity coils around my neck, the power overwhelming

me coursing through my veins. Madness and chaos and insanity pulling at the seams of my

composure. And the trembling weight of anger fed into my thirst for blood.

So much so I could almost taste it on the tip of my tongue.

Amidst all the panic and chaos, and all kinds of murderous thoughts running through my mind, I was

hanging on. Just barely, but I was. I was clinging to the last fragment of sanity I had left. I was half

conscious. Half there and half not, slipping in-between reigning control over my enraged wolf or having

it taken from me. For the first time in a while, my wolf had demanded control.

Control she was vehemently fighting me for.

Chapter 214

Chapter 214

In the past four years I swore to myself one thing.

I swore to fight with the strength I lacked in the past.

The strength I needed to save Lila.

The strength I needed to save Bentley.

I swore to myself I’d fight with my human side. The side that failed me four years ago when I couldn’t

shift. The side that was far too weak to be considered Luna material. The side that had been stepped

on and mocked. I swore to myself I would never shift unless absolutely necessary.

I swore to fight with the strength of not only wolf, but human.

Today I broke my promise.

The minute he said those words.

Those seven god-forsaken words-

I broke my oath.

I shifted.

It’s almost amazing how one thing can change everything.

How one smile can make someone’s day.

How one “good morning” can lift someone’s mood when everything seems to be going all wrong.

How a comforting hand to the shoulder can pry open the hurricane of bottled emotions of someone who

got too tired of lying through their teeth to say, “I’m fine”.

How one conversation can either make or break someone’s impression of you.

It’s almost funny how one little thing, one little gesture, one conversation can change everything in a

matter of seconds.

“How did it feel to lose a child?”

It’s funny how one act of stup idity can break years of restraint.

“Someone get her off!”

Sophie’s shrill shriek rang down the cave, the sound of panic brewing alongside hers as tension quickly

filtered through the air. Through the murky mess that was my mind, I could sense the turmoil in the

thick atmosphere. The anxiety, the uncertainty of what to do, the confusion, the shock, the heavy

weight of pressure and the fear.

Fear was the most palpable.

The abundance of it leaks from under me. The tensity coils around my neck, the power overwhelming

me coursing through my veins. Madness and chaos and insanity pulling at the seams of my

composure. And the trembling weight of anger fed into my thirst for blood.

So much so I could almost taste it on the tip of my tongue.

Amidst all the panic and chaos, and all kinds of murderous thoughts running through my mind, I was

hanging on. Just barely, but I was. I was clinging to the last fragment of sanity I had left. I was half

conscious. Half there and half not, slipping in-between reigning control over my enraged wolf or having

it taken from me. For the first time in a while, my wolf had demanded control.

Control she was vehemently fighting me for.

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The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

The tug of war between us, however, was not enough to distract me from the terror in Benicio’s eyes.

The sheer fear rolling off of him in waves as my paws dug into his ribcage and canines pulled up into a

snarl. The bloodlust driving my wolf into pure untamed resentment burns me at my core. Encourages

me to do what could not be taken back.

It would be so easy.

So easy to end it all.

And as cru e l and sadistic as it would be, the satisfying crunch of his bones under my claws stroked

my interest. My wolf’s ears perked. Her tail begins to swish with intrigue and I find myself having a

harder time to hold onto those reigns. The reigns that was the only thing keeping me from ripping

into him.

Warning growls resonate over all of us, a warning to those watching if anyone should interrupt, he

would lose his life. Growls I recognized from Raizel. That deep, rumbling roar that would make anyone

recoil in fear and submit dutifully. It was that split second where my attention went elsewhere. It was

that sound of his fierce threat that pulled me out of my stupor. That elicited an emotion other than anger

from deep down in the pit of my stomach.

But the anger was too strong.

My rage was unyielding.

And I finally gave into the temptation of killing him.

Of killing the man who shared my blood but was someone I could never recognize as my father.

“Don’t just stand there! Do something!”

Hestia’s helpless cry goes unanswered. She looks around, blue eyes wild and wide as she searches

for someone to do something. Someone to help, to ensure Benicio wouldn’t be killed. And when no one

meets her pleading eyes and no one comes to step forward, she has to swallow down the bile in her

throat. She can almost imagine it. Almost see it. She can almost see how her father’s throat would be

slit. Or how he would be mauled til his last breath. Blood would trickle down Selene’s mo uth, dark eyes

bright with victory. The bloodlust surrounding her sister was all too strong for her to even hope her

father would live.

Wolves, in the middle of bloodlust, was a helpless case to talk to.

Not when it was an Alpha’s fight.

Not when it meant going against The Hellhound.

She desperately looks up to her mother, the female who was a wreck at the scene unfolding. Selene’s

dark figure moves like an enigma. Her frame much larger than she could remember when they’d shifted

and played in the woods when they were younger. She reeked of an Alpha. Her presence undeniable

and apparent.