Alpha Landon | ✔️ (Published)

Chapter Two

"I...I mean where are your glasses?"

"They broke when I shifted, but it's not like I really need them anymore," he responds. He's obviously proud about his change, but I'm finding it harder to accept. What happened to the boy I played games with all my life, who I grew up teasing, yet loving. Even his voice is deeper!

"I can't believe it's really you," I marvel softly. He smiles briefly, before grabbing my arm between his large, soft hands. I go to protest, as he begins to lead me away from the swarm of people, but I'm curious to see what he wants.

"We need to talk in private," he explains. I notice that his father is nowhere to be seen at this point. He leads me up a flight of stairs, and I take note of his lavish attire. His suit must have been recently custom made, considering her never used to be of such strong build.

The upstairs is dressed in a fine array of fabrics and furnishings, that my family could never afford. I'm lead into an office of sort, which room temperature is seemingly colder than down stairs, with all the sweaty, dancing bodies.

Landon seems in particular discomfort, as he turns around, his eyes meeting mine.

"Althea..." he breathes, and my heart stops momentarily.

"How did this happen?" I gesture to his person. He frowns slightly, so creases forming on his forehead. He's the definition of an Alpha now, like he would fit in with the rest of them, even if he is the youngest.

"I phased. You were right, I'm better now," he concedes, a smile lighting up with face. I'm struck by his indifference. There is a bitter, sour taste in my mouth. Is he the same Landon, because if not, he's surely not better than before.

"Better? Landon-"

I was cut off, as the door to the office opened with a loud creak, making Landon and I jump visibly.

Fierce, intimidating and plain angry; Landon's father stood at the door. I'd met him one before, and at that time, he had yelled at me for intruding into his sons life. Ever since his presence has scared me, so making a break for the door seemed like a pleasant alternative to the situation.

His face is edged with scars, or as Landon explained; are what he calls lines of knowledge. He's been this packs Alpha for years, and apparently saw the Battle Of The Packs.

Years ago, Werewolves lived together, as one massive unity. That was until one Wolf decided he wanted to split from the pack, and be his own Alpha.

Many fought to the death, till eventually eleven packs were formed, believing in different things. They followed their own rules, but every month, the Alpha's meet in the middle, and discuss the happenings of the packs.

The Power Pack.
The Wisdom Pack.
The Loyalty Pack.
The Love Pack.
The Freedom Pack.
The Purity Pack.
The Passion Pack.
The Vengeance Pack.
The Devotion Pack.
The Discipline Pack.
The Harmony Pack.

"Landon! What are you doing alone with an unmated She Wolf?" Landon's father, Clarke's voice abruptly entered my thoughts. My vision shot up, to where Clarke's brooding glare shocked me into submission.

"Father, she's my friend," Landon argued. Landon's size was considerable compared to his father's. The Alpha blood that runs through him allows him to no longer cower to his father's stern words, but to come back with a response equally stubborn.

"How many times have I told you! Stay away from my son," Clarke yelled, turning the frightening conversation back at me. I blinked, surprised by his outburst. Sure, I should have listened, but I do love Landon, even if our father's hate the 'barely there' relationship we share.

"I'm sorry sir," I respond meekly. No use standing up for myself. It's smarter to be reasonable, especially around two hot headed males. One ex Alpha, and one Alpha. I could feel the heat in the room, see Landon's clenched jaws and fists, see Clarke's rapid breathing.

"Where's Georgia?"

The conversation was directed back onto Landon. Georgia must be another girl Landon's been paired with. Was she beautiful? Blonde, perhaps brunette? Tall, or maybe even short?

"Downstairs, with her girl friends," Landon muttered. It couldn't be more obvious that Landon was frustrated that we had been interrupted from a crucial conversation that could further make or break our friendship. It was true, though. Because I wanted to sneak out the door before Clarke sent his son to his room, or something slightly more drastic.

"I should go..." I excuse myself. Landon frowns and shakes his head at me, while Clarke curtly nods. I reach for the door handle, but Landon's hand on my shoulder stops me. I shiver; it feels so good when he touches me.

"Al, don't go," he says softly, but his voice is stern. I shake him off. No way am I sticking around to hear the inevitable argument that's about to go down.

I slip out the door, ignoring the protests I could hear Landon throwing me through the door. I sighed, running my hand down my face. The party will run through till later morning, but who knows how long Cyrus will be here for.

Reluctantly, I gather my wits and trek downstairs.

I can see Missy across the room downstairs, dancing with some blonde haired man. She looks like she's having great fun, while I'm stuck in a glum mood.

I wander around for awhile, praying time would go faster so o could kick off these heels, when I felt a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Look Landon, I don-"

I trail off, turning around to see it wasn't really Landon behind me. Dark blue eyes gaze at me from behind clear glasses. He smiles at me warmly.

"Althea right?"

I swallow, my mouth suddenly going dry. I nod slowly, not able to take my eyes off his. His forehead is covered with soft looking black hair. He tilts his head slightly.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Cyrus," he introduces himself. I'm a little surprised. I expected Cyrus to he a total geek coming from a guy that wanted to be in the Wisdom Pack.

I continue to blink, unable to form proper sentences or even words. I'm never this shy around many people, but for some reason, Cyrus is intimidating.

"So your the girl father won't stop going on about," he mused, chuckling softly. Of course. I bet my father and his father have been setting us up for awhile now.

"I guess so," I mutter. He smiles in response showing off his dazzling white teeth. He suddenly take my hand, making me jump. I can't help but compare his touch to Landon's.

"Shall we dance?"

I nodded slowly, pushing Landon out of my head as I allowed him to lead me onto the dance floor.

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