The Alpha's Lost Angel

Former Alpha

My dad, William, was the former Alpha of this pack. He was ruthless and the pack was in chaos. He let everybody do everything they wanted. Rogues have even infiltrated the pack and killed a lot of wolves. My dad harshly did anything. He believed that things happened for a reason, even if it meant the death of his own pack. It was such a sad logic for an Alpha.

He wasn't the best father or husband as well. He had multiple women behind our mom's back, and my mom would feel the pain everytime he copulated with someone else. My mom wasn't exactly my dad's mate, he just chose my mom for her looks. He didn't want ugly offsprings. Even when my mother rejected him, he was extremely nonchalant and returned the rejection.

He had banished her in fear that she might pollute our heads with things that would ruin the chances of us becoming Alpha's. He had us trained by elders who secretly taught us that father's ways were not right. He didn't find out up until I was already the Alpha of Crescent Moon pack.

We had ordered to send our father to the basement where he will be held under tight security and asked the warriors to find my mother. They found out that she had passed several years ago. She had even tried to send us letters but our father sent them back.

William was not somebody who deserved the title of Alpha, husband, and father. He was someone who was supposed to help shed light and guide his people out of the darkness. He was supposed to make sure everything was in order and peaceful. People were reluctant to trust me knowing I was a direct bloodline of William, but eventually they saw I was a worthy Alpha to guide them out of the darkness William shed over their hearts. Obviously, there were people who preferred my father's ruling. They're now with him down at the basement where they can play ruler and subject all they like.

It makes me ashamed that I am a werewolf, a descendant of a sorry excuse of a father like him. I was in the same bloodline as someone who has slain multiple lives and has tainted his hands with the blood of the innocent. He has killed and let his people get killed just so people would fear him as an Alpha. He did everything so heartlessly and mercilessly.

I even remember him banishing a child who was about 5 years old at that time for not being an outstanding wolf in the pack. I remeber that little girl. Her mother had just died and she was left on her own, and William, being the excellent Alpha that he is, banished a child. Nobody wanted to talk about her and files about her seem to have gone missing. We eventually toned down on looking for her, thinking she could either be dead or thriving in a better pack.

My father saw himself as a God and it was disgusting. He thought so highly of himself that it's become so sickening.

My thoughts have become so preoccupied by my thoughts I hadn't noticed that the family had been banished and Johnson was looking at me with deep concern in his eyes.

"Are you thinking about dad again...?" he trailed off.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Everything's going to be alright. You've already proven yourself to be a better Alpha than he was." he whispered.

"I know, but I still couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe one of these days I might end up exactly like him. And I don't want that. I want to create a safe space for our pack." I said.

"You have, Nate. Dad may not-" he started.

"Don't call him that. He doesn't deserve that title." I spat.

"Alright, alright. William may not have created a safe space for wolves but I'm confident that you have. Okay? I hope one day you will see how much you've changed the pack for the better." he said.

"I have killed people just like he did..." I trailed off.

"It was to protect our pack. If you were in any way out of line with your judgement you have me, your Delta, and your Gamma. You chose good people to stay by your side. Now you even found your Luna. She will make you a better version of yourself, and I'm sure of it. Okay?" he reassured.

"I really do want to be with her already, but rushing her and confessing so suddenly just might see too much considering she is a human." I said.

As Johnson left, I was left alone with my thoughts once again. Only this time, it drifted back to Angelica. Will she even still like me even if she finds out I once painted this pack red? I closed my eyes and leaned back on my chair. I took a deep breath and saw her image in my head. The way her hair falls, and the way her eyes sparkle. My heart fluttered.

I wonder when would be an okay time to go and visit her again. I miss her, I want to see her again. She's so close yet so far, and yet she also feels familiar. Maybe it has to do with the mate bond pulling me closer to her?

I pushed myself back up the chair and stared at the files on my table.

"I want to see her..." I muttered to myself.

"Shall we go see her?" Jax practically purred in my head.

"I still hae paperwork." I stated.

"f**k the paperwork. Make your Beta do it. I want to see mate. Mate. Now." he demanded needily.

"We will go when I finish. We can't just hurst in the café because you want to." I rolled my eyes

"It's a café. People come and go as they please. And knowing you, you would probably buy a ton of drinks again." he rolled his eyes