The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 126

“Well, he isn’t wrong.”

I raise my eyes to look at Williams. Running a hand through his hair, he leans forward in his seat, both

elbows on his knees as he stares up at me. Chewing on his gums, he slumps his shoulders. “I’ve had a

few curious wolves asking me about her. Some even going as far as asking me for a formal

introduction.”

he rolls his eyes when he sees my glare pointed at him.

“Oh don’t look at me like that. You know I didn’t agree to anything. I’ve been rooting for you since the

day you stayed at the Capital. Why in the Goddess’ name would I want to introduce her to some sleazy

opportunists? Leave it to you to doubt me.”

He sighs, leaning back and folding his hands behind his head.

“Besides, your father would skin me alive if I so much as thought about ruining your chances with the

only woman that ever caught your eye.”

I feel my lips tug up. A sudden nostalgic feeling coursing over my mind as I vividly remembered a few

times Williams and my father would brawl. Each and every time they’d come back with busted lips,

bruised bodies and sometimes, a few broken bones. But all was just their rough play. Both enjoying a

brawl like any other strong blooded wolf.

“Mother wouldn’t be so kind either.”

I add, smirking when he shuddered.

“Oh no, Young Alpha, your mother would be the absolute worst. Never joke about a woman’s

grandpups. It’ll do you more damage than you can think possible.”

Weston nods in agreement, raising his glass to his words before bringing it to his mouth.

“Mmhmm- MM”

Hastily wiping his mouth, eyes slightly widen with realization.

“Seriously, Alpha. You better court Alpha Crestfield good. Like really, really good. That other Alpha-

Alpha Walking, I think his name was? Yeah, he seemed awfully interested in her. Kept staring down at

her like a hawk throughout the whole dance.”

I give him a look that rivaled his smug one. He obviously got the name wrong on purpose. His wolf

snorting at the Alpha’s name like he had better things to do than to dwell on it.

“Alpha Walker?”

Williams flinches at the name but maintains his composure. Unease began to

trickle into my veins, a little put off at the reaction but not really knowing what it meant. He says nothing

but his gaze falls to the floor. Averting his attention was the same as avoiding the subject.

“Yeahhhh, real p rick if you ask me. I don’t know, man. Something about that Alpha gives me bad vibes.

His whole I’m-trying-really-hard-to-be-the-next-Edward-Cullen-Except-with-Jacobs-wolf persona is just

really-”

He makes a disgusted face,

“ick.”

“Then it’s a good thing she has no interest in him. Besides, he has a mate. Luna Hestia.”

Williams’ voice sounds off. A tone higher than usual that has me drilling my gaze into him. He

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undoubtedly feels my stare, but chooses not to acknowledge it. Instead, he clears his throat whilst

looking at Weston.

“Well, Alpha Walker is the least of your worries. It seems my Nephew has gotten smitten.”

My eyes narrow down at him but he ignores it. With a sly smile on his face, he slowly turns to look at

me with mischief dancing along his expression.

“Just like Marco, there are other wolves out there who took fancy to her.”

“Hear that, Alpha? It’ll do you well to bring your courting up a notch. Next thing you know, a handsome,

dashing young Alpha, very much like myself, might just take your place.”

Weston puts his hand to his chest dramatically, trying his hardest to make the expression of what I

think he believes a ‘handsome, dashing young Alpha’ would look like. His reference for such an

expression? Unclear.

I feel my grip around the glass cup tighten.

“Man, I bet a line of wolves have tried making moves by now. No doubt receiving countless gifts and

cards and whatnot.”

My grip tightened even more.

“Some may be thinking about future marriage proposals.”

Tighter.

“Possibly making schemes to meet with her as soon as possible. Haha, bet Nate is having a blast

scheduling meetings. Suck on that as shole!”

Tighter.

“I bet some are already on their way!”

Tighter.

“Um, Weston I don’t think this”

“Oh no, Williams! You’re right! They’re probably together as we speak! D amn, now would be a good

time to get Skittles. The red ones are my favorite-”

Shards of glass splintered from my hand. The glass cup I once held in my palm now fragmented and sc

at tered across the wooden floor. Weston and Williams go quiet, no one says a word. The atmosphere

gone sour and heavy with tension. My wolf, not in any better shape than I was. It was infuriating.

I felt something thick and slippery wrap around me. An unpleasant feeling bubbling in my chest as I

tried to contain my growing anger. A low growl slips through the space between my lips directed to no

one in particular. No, that was a lie. It was directed toward someone. Or rather, certain people. It was

directed to the faceless Alphas who had the audacity to consider trying something with my

Selene,

What was this?

This overwhelming sticky feeling seeping into my skin? I felt nothing like this before. A burning hatred

for people I haven’t seen or heard of. It was different from the anger I usually feel. This was the kind of

anger that lingered. The anger that didn’t diffuse moments later. It was the kind that inked into your

chest without the hope of ever bleeding out.

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