The Shattered Alpha

Part 1

I can't believe we did that" I laughed at my best friend as we walked out of the packed house. "Did you see the expression after the cake slid down the front of her, I swear if looks could kill we would have been dead a million times over!" she laughed so hard she stumbled almost falling down the stairs.

"Alexis Nyx Andrews!" my father's voice boomed from the main door. "Oh snap" I whispered as I turned to look at him with wide eyes.  "You too Olivia Joan Smithe," my father said as he stepped aside and motioned for us to go back inside the packhouse. "The Alpha wants to see you, in his office now." We moved slowly to pass by him to reenter the pack house and head to the Alpha’s office on the third floor. I heard a low growl come from my das’s throat. In all my 17 years I had never heard my father growl at me let alone anyone else  usually he had a calm demeanor. This must have really pissed him off. All I could do was whimper, and if I had been in my wolf form my tail would be between my legs without a doubt. This all started with this brilliant idea I had yesterday, or at least I thought that it was a brilliant idea at the time. Now I am thinking that it is one of the worst ones I have ever thought of. 

Yesterday the Alpha of our pack Bradon Stone had sent Libby and I into town to pick up his niece Tiffany’s  birthday cake. It was her sweet 16 birthday. Well I  had pitched this brilliant idea to the baker of putting a catapult inside the cake so that when she went to blow out her candles another smaller cake would pop out of the top and smack her right in the kisser. Tiffany is in the same class as Libby and I. Needless to say we don’t get along, she thinks because her uncle is the Alpha, she is the princess of the world and can tell everyone what to do when he is not around. I thought this would be the perfect time to teach her a lesson in front of the whole pack. The cake we picked out was perfect. It was a beautiful five tier wedding style cake that on the inside was strawberry shortcake, on the outside the decorations were that of different types of the most vibrant butterflies in various poses. The cake that was to smack her right in that smug face of hers was going to be red velvet with as much cream cheese frosting that they could get on it. I don’t know how the baker did it but he did. The party was supposed to be a  1920’s style theme. The pack out did themselves with the decorations and music, everything was perfect and when it came time the cake was wheeled in and we all sang happy birthday and just as she got close enough for her to blow out the candles the baker hit the button and the tier that was set off from the others went flying and smacked her right in the face and slid down her dress and hit the floor with a loud spat. Since her dress was white sequined, the red velvet was as bright as the sun. 

At first she was in shock until she realized what happened and then she screamed as if someone had tried to kill her. The whole pack burst out laughing so much that some were on the floor rolling and others had tears flowing down their cheeks. Tiffany on the other hand was stomping her feet at them and yelling at them to stop, which just made it worse because the more she stomped the more cake fell off of either her face or her dress. the whole place was in an uproar even more. That’s when we took our exit or attempted to .

    We took our  time as we slowly walked to sit on the couch across the room away from his desk, "Don't worry James, although what the girls did was wrong it was funny as hell to see Tiffany finally get what she deserves for bullying other pack members.." he told all of us as he laughed. "That being said I still have to put forth a punishment so no one thinks I am a pushover. I am trying to think of a punishment that we can all live with." he furrowed his brows in thought. Libby and I looked at each other in shock. I guess it showed on our faces because he cleared his throat. Before he could say anything there was a deafening howl that came from  the warriors that patrolled the borders of the property, alerting the whole pack that we had trespassers on the property. We all sniffed the air, "Rogues" we heard someone shout from outside the door.