Highest in Werewolf: #2
"Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-"
I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dum...
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4 years later
"Alpha Selene, Ms. Meredith Crestfield is here to see you."
I paused, my fist an inch away from hitting the punching bag. Ragged breaths left me as my chest heaved from the overexertion of my body. Whisks of pale blonde hair clung onto my skin from the sweat coating it. Dropping my posture, I put a hand to my hip and glanced over at the clock on the wall.
6:30 AM.
I've been working out for three hours already.
Noah Jones, my Beta, stood right outside my personal gym. He wore his usual black button down with dark dress pants matching with black dress shoes. With a stack of papers tucked in his arms, he looked at me expectantly. His green eyes shifting to the busted punching bags on the floor before returning to me with amusement. His lips twitched. A small smile threatened to inch across his face but he withheld himself.
Stressed?
He asked in the mind link. A mumble pulled from my lips while I ignored him. Pulling the wraps around my fists off, I stepped away from the punching bag and walked over to the bench where my bottled water was. No doubt about it, I was stressed. Piles and piles of admission requests were coming in all at once. Sure, I had Noah with me to help, but I was the one who had the actual say on who can join and who couldn't. The request rate had risen so high since our pack ranked second best.
Rankings were announced annually, and the Chancellor along with his administration were the ones to decide who placed where. Usually it was population size and fundings that majorly factored into the ranking system, but man-power and international and local alliances were also components.
Grabbing the bottle and twisting the cap open, I lift it to my lips and downed the whole thing. Fresh, cool water quenching my thirst from the overheating of my body gave me a moment of relief. It's been two years since I've officially claimed the Alpha title from Meredith. I underwent intense training to even be considered worthy of the title. Once I proved myself by completing the courses, I changed my last name to Crestfield and took over as her adoptive daughter.
Getting the documents to declare my severance from the Dixon family and the Nightwake pack had been difficult. Not so much because I needed permission as I was already an adult and therefore not reliant on my blood-family's approval, but because it had to be kept under wraps. My identity was a secret we needed to keep.
