Not much of a wolf girl anymore (sequel to the wolf girl)

Chapter twenty eight

Katniss' pov

The alpha didn't look pleased with my display of self defence. His eyes bled a dark amber, his gaze was burning and sharp, almost like he was starring into my very soul.

Soon after Mr Grumpy pants here had recovered, I sent Peeta away to calm down. Much to his displeasure, he has this ludicrous idea that I'll get a gatekeeper injury the moment he leaves my presences. Then again, I do get the same idea sometimes. I guess that's how mates work.

I brushed away the ghost of fear, leaning against Alexander's desk. It creeks with effort, rutting back wearily.

I remember him telling me a story about this desk, something about how his ancestors had built it to stand in his manor, each time someone new in his family would take possession of it, they would engrave a word into the underlying, the word would represent who they were as a person.

He had let me look at them, promising to keep it a secret, his oldest known ancestor had craved the word free into it. The first vampire in his bloodline had been a slave, beaten and overworked until his hands were blooded and his limbs were dead. Eventually, due to a war, the exact war I don't know, he escaped. They had more worries occupying their minds than a mere slave.

He fled to the nearest village, starting a life, I recall him having a job as a iron worker, he fell for a girl, Minnie, who turned him when they married. Turns out, vampires can have children, I didn't have the guts to ask him how that worked out, seeing as they were dead and the reproductive system would have partially rotted away.

Anyways, over the years, more and more words have been carved, leading up to the latest one. Alexander hasn't written one yet, claiming he doesn't know who he is as a person yet, but I'm not so sure. A low growl snapped me out of my superior.

"Well!?" The alpha spat, glaring across at us.

I rubbed my face tiredly, I don't have time for this. It's one thing after another, it's like my life is a poorly written fan fiction by a thirteen year old loner.

"Mr alpha, I don't have time for your family drama, thirty minutes ago I found out my ex-boyfriend is my cousin. That's traumatic, even for me. I mean, how come my parents didn't tell me? They must have known. That's so messed up"

Alexander cleared his throat, a fond look tinting his stoic expression. I blinked, blushing lightly. I look across to the alpha, hoping he was still there and didn't run away to eat some babies while I was rambling about incest.

"You could have married your brother for all I care, I just want to know where rose is!"

"I don't have a brother. Anyways, I can tell you where rose is." I replied.

"Why not?" He snarled. I smiled, biting my lip.

"Because, it's a secret."

"What?!" He demanded. I blinked, sighing exasperatedly.

"A surreptitious between us. Confidential information. A skeleton in the cupboard, if you wish. A secret." I shrugged sympathetically.

"You either tell me where she is, or I'm going to tear each member of this pack apart!"

"Now, now. We're both adult, we should handle this in a orderly fashion. Threatening me isn't going to help you."

"I swear to god, if you don't tell me where she is, I'm going to kill you."

"That's quite idiotic, don't you think?" I inquired, leaning on my palms.

"I'll take your silence as an answer." I replied dryly. "If you think we've got your daughter held captive, wouldn't killing us put her in danger?" I add, nonchalantly.