The forbidden alpha queen

my secret wolf

VICTORIA'S POV

I really wish Damien had listened to me when I told him that I didn’t want to turn. I never ever turned because I knew that I couldn’t control my wolf, he was too big for me to control, and often time when I turned I found myself being controlled by him. This was one of the unfortunate things that had happened to me. Somehow, my father and Uncle James had managed to have me house my brother's wolf. Somehow, they had managed to get rid of my wolf to make space for his.

My father was all about the good of the kingdom, and I knew he thought that by doing this, he was protecting that stupid kingdom

I bet he never thought that the same kingdom he put my life on the line for would soon disown me and even try to kill me. Now, I was wondering how he was feeling about everything that was happening to me. Was he sad that his plan had failed and backfired on me? Maybe he regretted making me do all these things, and now he just had to just watch my life fall apart. I had to explain things that I didn’t even understand myself.

Right now, I would have to explain to this douchebag why I had a male wolf living inside of me. I didn’t even know what I was going to say to him.

“what the f**k was that?” Damien asked me after I struggled a little longer than I should have to turn back into my human form.

“whatsoever you mean by that question?” I asked him aside and tried to walk away from him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. For the first time ever since I had gotten here I felt something when he touched me. I wasn’t sure what it was so I thought it was just my wolf reacting since I was still struggling to suppress him.

“Look, I know you are a princess and all that crap but what kind of a female has a male wolf?” he demanded.

“Do you understand why I didn’t want to turn now?” I asked him as I started getting angry

“do you ever take the things I say to you seriously or do you just want to see and experience everything for yourself?” I asked him.

“Just tell me what was the meaning of all that?” he asked me “If I can remember that you have a massive male wolf that you can’t control then you surely remember the restoration of your story,” he said and I scoffed.

“fine…I remember everything but I won’t tell you anything I said as I walked away from him. I was fuming.

At this point I wasn’t really mad at him but at my father for putting me through all this crap. If it wasn’t for the decisions he had made for me I would probably be living my best life as a female wolf with no complications. But then again if he hadn’t done that then I would probably be dead for now. They would have killed me the moment I was born. But maybe I was better off dead than living the life that I was living right now.

Turning in front of Damien and having him see my wolf wasn’t even the worst part of all of this. The worst part was the fact that I couldn’t hide who I truly was when I was in my wolf form. I could see that Damien was well-versed when it came to wolves. He was probably a high-ranking wolf from whatever pack he was from, I would say that he may even have been an alpha.

I knew that I would have to answer a lot of questions once he got back to the mansion and I was kind of ready for him. My plan this time was to redirect the conversation to him. He had been working hard to n kw more about me and yet he never told me about himself. Like why he didn't have the ascent of a wolf and what kind of hybrid he was. He probably thought that I couldn’t pick that he was a hybrid but he was sadly mistaken.

If he wanted any information from me he would have to prove to me that I could trust him even then, I can’t guarantee that I would be able to tell him anything about me or how I ended up here. I guess on top of being afraid of being judged by him I was scared that he would try to kick me out of this place and send me back home to face my death. I didn’t know how he felt about the way royal female babies were treated by the kingdom. I had been hoping that he would see me as a fellow outcast and accept me based solely on that but I was starting to realize that was not the case.

In this place, I was the outcast… they were at home. I was out numbered, and if I had to defend myself, I would probably lose. I don't think the fact that I was a princess meant anything to them. they could pick it from my scent and yet everyone treated me as if I was just a nobody.

maybe I was just a nobody. After all, I had come here without even a name. My father had refused to give me my own name because he was so afraid that I may become attacked to it bot knowing that I would get named by a stranger some day. I am sure if he had anything to do with it, he would make sure that I never met Damien. he may not have realized or known it, but Damien was officially the biggest threat to what my father, James, and I had tried so hard to protect for years.