Heart Of Life

Chapter 2

Samika's POV

Alpha of The Blood Rose Pack. That's who I am. Never in my wildest dreams did I see this coming.

I stare at the still water in the small pond. I guess this is the water source for the pack. And I wonder if this is enough. But then again, these people seem to be surviving enough so I guess it's okay.

The phone in my pocket vibrates and I pull it out. I smile a little at the name on the screen. Brent.

I answer the call and just hearing his voice makes me want to cry again. Not because I'm afraid. But because I just feel happy whenever I talk to him or just be merely in his presence.

"Kiddo? Are you there?" He asks me and that's when I realize I was just listening to him talk for a few moments.

"Yeah. Yes," I say and I hear a relieved sigh on the other end.

"How is the vacation going so far? Is Nyle being good to you or do I have to come wherever you are and strangle him?" Brent asks, which makes me chuckle a little.

I don't know why but Brent never really liked Nyle. Not just Brent but everyone around me. I never confronted them about it because they never really treated him bad. They just don't like him, that's all.

"No no. I'm doing good," I say. Little does he know.

"This huge mansion I live in. And it's all boring without you," he says and my heart swells at what he just said.

"That's not even my house, Brent" I say.

"As long as you are living here, it's yours too kiddo," he says.

Brent is probably the top of the list, if I ever made one including who loves me the most. I look up to him as my older brother from another mother.

When my parents disappointed me time after time, he was there. And when the last straw broke and my dad asked me to walk out.. I did just because I knew Brent would be there. And he was there. He is still there. I don't know what I would do without him.

"When are you coming back?" He asks and I don't know what to say. I have no idea.

I can't tell him about all this werewolf s**t, because he doesn't know. He doesn't even know werewolves do exist. He thinks they do.

"It might take a little more time, Brent," I say and wait for his reply.

"Do you really enjoy yourself that much to stay for a few more days?" He asks back.

On the contrary Brent. On the contrary.

"As long as you are okay, I am okay. But do let me know if you are alright or not. I am already worried," he says and I smile.

Even my dad or mom never really called me like this and told me they miss me or that they are worried. Just talking to Brent feels so lighter. He deserves the world and all the good things in the world.

"Okay. Good night," I whisper.

"Good night," he says and hangs the call up.

I sigh and stare at the pond again. I hear a rustle behind me. It might either be Nyle or Devon. Because it's just both of them who had been following me everywhere all day.

I don't look around but wait for them to come and sit, whoever it is. And just after the person sat next to me I noticed that it's Devon. I expected Nyle but it's alright. I don't know how to start a conversation with Nyle at this point.

Devon doesn't say anything as he just sits by my side.

"Who was it?" Devon asks and that prompted me to look at him in surprise.

"Oh so now you want to know of every man in my life because you found out you are my mate huh?" I ask him and I am slightly annoyed even.

"How are you always so quick to jump to conclusions?" He asks me with a smirk.

I shut my mouth and turn to face the pond again. I did jump into conclusion earlier. Maybe most of the time. But how does he know about it?

"I asked only because I saw you smile wholeheartedly for the first time since I laid my eyes on you," I hear Devon say.

I look at him again. He is serious with what he just said. I take in his features. He is a really handsome man. His hazel eyes hold an emotion I can't understand. I am really bad at reading people. And it's Devon. It's even harder.

His jet black hair is moving slightly to the wind and I don't know why I suddenly feel the urge to run my fingers through his hair.

"Done checking me out?" He asks with a smirk and I roll my eyes.

"I read the same dialogue coming from various fictional men in hundreds of books," I say as if what he said didn't affect me at all. But in all honesty, I can feel my face getting hotter. Why am I like this? Is this the mate bond or what?

Then there is silence between us. Ever since I found out the location of this pond, this place became the spot that Devon and I met. The first time, we had a conversation here and he asked me not to go. Then after becoming the Alpha at the same spot I talked to him and made a deal that this will be temporary. And now again.

"Let's get to the pack house. It's starting to get colder," Devon says and I just look at him. I had a question lingering in my mind ever since I visited this pack for the first time. He actually stood up, so did I. But he smirks again.

"I can see something itching in your mind and on your tongue," he says and I suppress my smile. I don't want him to see the soft side of me. The world really beats the s**t out of any soft side any person has to offer.

"Why is it called the pack house when it's just Alpha and his family who lives there?" I ask him.

"A great observation," he says and I act uninterested. The key word here is act.

"It goes back to decades and even centuries I guess. Back then a pack wasn't a village or like anything you see now. All the pack used to live in one big house. The pack house. There were luxuries based on the rank and Omegas were confined to just being servants and sleeping on the floor. And then years passed and even Alphas needed privacy. People and families then scattered and formed villages in the deep woods. But two traditions stayed. The house is called the pack house. And Omegas are still serving Alphas," he says.

And it makes a little sense now. Just a little though.

"Now you want to change it? Spread love and live with love," he says and I know he is mocking my speech from earlier during the day,"what was it again?" He asks me with a smile and I notice just one dimple on his left cheek.

"Shut up," I say but he wasn't letting it go.

"Let love be filled everywhere," he says again and this time, the way he said it made it hard for me to not laugh.

So I did. Wow, did I sound that stupid while saying it? Devon smiles even wider, noticing my laugh.

"You are beautiful," he says, catching me off guard and my laugh slowly fades. My cheeks are burning. I don't know why he has this effect on me.

I hear Nyle clear his throat and look at him. Devon has a scowl on his face and he closes his eyes in a way that he is stopping himself from murdering Nyle. Knowing Devon, it wouldn't even take him a minute. The first day I was here, I saw him in combat almost kill a person. I don't want to recall that incident but it was gruesome.

I walk towards Nyle and he has his head low.

"I'll stay at the pack house for a while, Nyle" I say and he finally looks at me. Finally, The entire day he didn't even meet my eye. Even while the last rites of Alpha Jerome were being performed.

"Why?" He asks me but his voice in a low whisper.

"I can't change the fact that I'm the Alpha now. You can come stay with me at the pack house if you want," I say with a smile.

Nyle smiles a little at first but then looks behind me. And then shakes his head.

Again, I know it's Devon. He is right behind me scaring everyone all day. Many times I notice people ready to talk back to me but then take a look behind me, and then bow to me even though they don't want to.

I want to change that. I want them to know I am harmless and I am not a killer just because I called their Alpha. But I am not even a werewolf and it's all a mess. I need Devon's help since he already said he noticed the werewolf gene in me.

"Good night," is all Nyle mutters as he walks away.

I turn around just a little and glare at Devon but he just shrugs and throws his arms in the air as if in surrender, and then proceeds to walk towards the pack house.

He is going to be a handful. I just know it.