The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 66

Chapter 66 “Raizel.” Raizel Three Weeks Prior “You’re my mate.” I tore my attention from Chancellor Williams who was informing me of the latest rogue sightings to the blonde striding toward us. Walking with a confident bounce in her steps, I was almost surprised to see the underlying nervousness and fear under her poised exterior. Dressed in a vibrant yellow sundress, with her hair tied up in a high ponytail, she stopped right in front of Williams and I. It took me a moment to realize that this woman was of Luna status, not because of her aura, but because of the mark on her neck. An Alpha had a marking larger than an average wolf’s. It took up almost the whole side of his partner’s neck, depending on how deep he marked her. Even with her seemingly bold and assertive attitude, her presence wasn’t much to dwell on. She didn’t possess that spark that would’ve blatantly announced her a Luna just from first glance. If it wasn’t for the mark, I probably wouldn’t have noticed. I would’ve assumed she was just another she-wolf. I guess she didn’t have proper training as Luna or that she was newly given the position. No Alpha female would have such little presence if that wasn’t the case.

The man jogging to catch up from behind her was obviously the Beta. He was a tall, burly fellow with muscles rivaling most Beta’s of the current packs. My own being an exception, of course. There’d be no way I’d chosen Weston Creed to be my Beta had he been of average standard. Best friend or not. Shifting my weight to my right foot, I dropped the hand I was gesturing with to my side and coc ked a brow. My eyes traveled down and settled to the skin of her neck once again. The obvious inking of her flesh and two puncture wounds the size of canines, told me and everyone else around us that she was mated and claimed. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

What kind of nonsense is this woman spouting? Maybe the Alpha she was currently involved with chose her because he didn’t find his mate. The Alpha will surely find himself some trouble now that she found her mate and he’s another Alpha. The five of us stood here in silence. Four of the men here were all Alpha’s, excluding Williams. And three out of four of them were currently mateless. Well, both of them were, I was permanently mateless. Alpha Foster and I were not part of the candidates. I look over to Alpha Hales and Alpha Monterey. Both of their expressions confused and unsure before turning to each other. I buried my hands in my pockets and turned my body to the direction of the other men to see just who the hell this woman was talking to. My wolf was already irked for her interruption but out of respect for the Alpha mate of this woman, I restrained my growls. Unlike other Alpha’s I’ve come across, I could somewhat tolerate them. “Raizel ” My head whipped in her direction. The growl I’ve been meaning to restrain slipping and cutting her off immediately. Her eyes widened and the fear she tried concealing instantaneously began to roll off of her. Not that my wolf nor 1 necessarily cared. My wolf hated the woman calling us so carelessly without the proper title. She had no right to. Hell, no one called me by my first name. Not even my own pack regardless of the tradition. My body tightened with my fists clenched at my sides. The anger boiling inside me only growing the more she dared to stare at me in a daze. “Who are you?” I asked a lot more harsher than I intended. She looked taken aback, like she didn’t expect me to respond like that. As if she expected something completely different. Did this woman not know proper etiquette? Did her Luna instincts not warn her off? To call upon an Alpha she wasn’t familiar with, without a title and using their first name was disrespectful. Not to mention, completely fu cking stu pid. I was sure by now, everyone knew of my bad temper. I narrowed my gaze at the girl in front of me.

It was common sense. “I-I’m Hestia. Hestia W-Dixon of Nightwake.” She blubbered quietly. Her head tipped down in submission which in turn, made me frown. A weak-willed Luna served as a liability. Same as a weak-willed Alpha. Both partners had to be strong not only physically but also men tally to uphold their positions and pack status. In all honesty, sometimes me ntal strength was much more important than the physical. What good would physical strength do if not utilized correctly? You could be the strongest in the world, but it would all mount to nothing if you couldn’t lead and strategize a pack. It would still apply even if you were the weakest person in the world. If you could outsmart your opponent, what good would their muscles do? Though physical strength is still a very good attribute to have. A Luna was meant to help, strengthen and better a pack. They weren’t there simply for decoration and to look pretty. The emotional bit was a package deal. The Luna and Alpha served to maintain each other’s condition, emotional included. Without a Luna, the pack could never function.