Alpha King's Brutal Love

Chapter 4

Farrell's POV

I see people doing one thing or the other. Everyone is preparing for the party we are hosting for all the Alphas and Betas around the continent. Because three days is still a short notice.

If things go well now, maybe then we can host another party where Alphas and Betas of all the packs across the world can come and attend. It would be nice to finally make some new friends. I only have Meghan and Sebastian till now.

I walk towards the borders. Last night mom told me that once the gates are left down, then the danger chases us. And that I should be ready to deal with anything and at any time. But nothing unusual happened till now. Not even Rogue activity.

I have only heard of Rogues. That they are an isolated group of wolves who don't belong to any pack. They do everything on their own free will and they are often enemies to the people who belong to some pack. That they thrive for identity.

I sit at the tree that overlooks the valley. It's a beautiful thing. The nature. And all I could see was the gates that bound me to one pack. I wish I could see more of this. I wish I could experience much more of what nature has to offer.

"All alone?" I hear Meghan's voice.

I already caught a whiff of her cinnamon scent before she sat by my side, cross legged. I smile at her, making her smile as well.

"Yeah. I needed some silence," I whisper.

"Me too," she says but deep down I know that it cannot be the reason that she is here.

"Your mom is worried," she says and I chuckle.

"I knew she would put you up for this. What now?" I ask her to come straight to the point and Meghan only rolls her eyes.

"I am not here to bear the news, but she thinks it's not a very good idea to invite several Alphas. What if they wage a war?" Meghan asks.

That makes me laugh. Why in the world are they going to wage a war when all I want is for them to see this pack as a fellow pack and not a threat? What could possibly go wrong?

"And wage a war because I am Farrell the cursed?" I ask her back but she frowns.

"Don't call yourself that," she says, placing her hand on my shoulder.

But I know that I am cursed deep down. There is a bit of darkness in me that I carry every day. The weight that I killed my father. The weight that I killed a witch when I wasn't even born yet.

I am not like others and I acknowledge the fact. But that doesn't stop me from being nice to people I like. I do not want to be trapped in the small dark part of me. I want that to stay as a part instead of my whole personality.

"Alright. Change of subject.. didn't you find your mate?" Meghan asks again.

"Oh yeah. What's the possibility of me finding my mate when all I ever existed was between the four tall gates surrounding me," I say sarcastically and she makes a bored face at me.

"You never take anything seriously, do you?" She asks me back.

We don't talk about anything for a while until Meghan eventually grows bored. She closes her eyes and stretches her palms forward and then her palms facing the sky.

I see her eyeballs moving underneath her closed eyes as she elegantly faces her palms to the ground and as she moves her hands around, all the dried leaves and twigs start floating in the air.

It's a picture I want to etch in my mind. She opens her eyes but still continues to do her magic as she moves her gravitational circle even wider making many more leaves float up in the air.

I look around and it feels as if I am in a whole new world. I chuckle watching her enjoy what she is doing. I wish I was like that but I am content being a werewolf as well.

Meghan brings her hands closer to each other and rotates them making all the leaves pile themselves into a gigantic ball and without any prior notice she throws all of them at me.

I stumble back a little but not too much because they are leaves after all. I have a few minor cuts here and there which took only seconds to heal. Even though they are leaves, the edges were still sharp.

"Your power is outstanding," I tell Meghan and she laughs.

"I protected your pack for you and you call me outstanding just because I threw leaves at you? Grow up," Meghan says.

Meghan is a year younger to me but her power is not to be taken as a joke. At the age of twelve she created a bubble around the pack that made anyone who flew over the pack think that it was nothing but barren lands.

"Come. It's time for dinner and I'm hungry," she says as she stands up and we both meet Sebastian halfway to the pack house.

"Everything is set for tomorrow. But we don't have any guests yet," Sebastian tells me.

"Usually they arrive at parties the day before and take a rest in the guest house. That's how it goes. My father told me so," Sebastian says again.

"It's okay. I would be happy even if one Alpha shows up. I am here to make peace with people," I say.

Back at the pack house, my mom was already waiting at the dining table. Meghan sits by her side while I take the seat opposite to both of them.

Luna Serena. People still call her Luna. And people will keep calling her as such until I find my mate and bring her to the pack.

But in all honesty, my mother is a spectacular Luna and did things very well on her own. From farming to providing everything to people within the walls, she did everything so right.

"How are things?" She asks and Meghan answers on my behalf. Because mom had been giving me a cold shoulder ever since the gates were pulled down.

"Everything is fine. We are just waiting for the guests even though the party is tomorrow," Meghan says.

"It's still not late. Call it off and save the danger falling upon us," Mom finally tells me and I drop my fork on to the plate.

I stand up and start walking away. I have had this conversation so many times and I don't want to talk about it again and again.

"I am telling you this as your mother," my mom screams at me that stops me from climbing the stairs further.

"And I am the Alpha," I say and walk to my room.

I didn't mean to be harsh. But I should do this. Things wouldn't work well if we take shelter in the same pack with closed gates forever. Our resources are dying. People are going crazy. This should be done.

There was a knock on my door once. And then twice. And then thrice. And then it stopped.

It's the code language my mom invented for us. That means she left something at my door. So I quickly ran to it and opened it to see a shoe of hers.

I laugh at it because that means she is still angry at me. Usually it's either a rose or a chocolate but the shoe is definitely an upgrade.

"Something is going to happen. And it is definitely not usual. I have this gut feeling," my wolf says and I simply listen to him.

Of course. I am Farrell. Bad things are usual to me. But I just want to see to what extent they can actually happen just in my case.

Tomorrow. I don't think my mate would be in the list of guests coming tomorrow. Because in the werewolf history the only two powerful wolves to be mates were my parents. Alpha and Beta. And their offspring is me. And you know the history.

So it is given that my mate would be anyone under Gamma. Can even be an Omega for all I know.

How am I going to meet her if I am being cooked up in between these gigantic walls?

"So is that the reason you pulled this off?" My wolf asks me and I finally block him this time.

Because it's a secret that should only stay with him and me.