The Alpha's Prey

Chapter Nine

Serena took comfort from the strength her wolf was lending her. They’d both been resigned to having to answer this dreaded question. The more packs they’d interviewed and joined with and ultimately got kicked out from or turned down by, the worse it looked to the next alpha.

Serena didn’t want to admit that the Silver Lake Pack was her thirteenth attempt at finding a home nor did she want to confess her status as a turned wolf but knew lying was not an option. Firstly, because being upfront about her wolf status was a condition of the council and secondly, alphas communicated frequently and Aiden probably knew the answer to this question already.

“I was not born a werewolf. I was turned at the age of fifteen and after evading the council and other werewolves who tried to kill me for several years, I came to an agreement with the council. If I’m able to find a pack willing to accept me, they’d remove the bounty from my head and I’d be free to live in peace. Unfortunately, I haven’t had any luck joining a pack in North America mostly due to the stigma attached to turned wolves. So I thought I’d try my luck in South America.”

Serena said all of that in one breath. She’d needed to get it all out before her nerve failed her. What she’d long accepted was that while her wolf was an alpha, she wasn’t necessarily alpha material. No matter how hard she tried to toughen herself, she felt she’d always be a beta-like person with an alpha for a wolf.