The Alpha Selection

♔ Chapter 9 ♔

Liam reluctantly let me walk home after our explosive fight.

I didn't like being told what to do, and I certainly wasn't about to give someone else the chance to put a collar around my neck and tug at the leash.

Thinking about how much of my life I didn't control pissed me off even more. I was eighteen and I was still having my life controlled by my father. He still imposed a curfew. He still tried to dictate what I wore, who I saw, where I went. He even told me that he was going to get me a job at his firm-like I really wanted to be a stupid accountant or pencil pushing assistant.

The two guards that always stood outside of the Pack House opened the door as I walked up the steps. They tried to hide their disapproval, but I didn't care what they thought of me. They were just a bunch of stupid guard dogs.

When I walked in I saw that my father was home from work early. He was sitting on the couch with his wife watching television before he spotted me.

"Deianira!" He called.

Damn it.

"What?" I answered, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

"Watch your tone with me!"

I slid my hands down the sides of my face, trying to calm down.

"What do you want?" I asked through clenched teeth. My father frowned and sat up straighter.

"There's going to be a party tomorrow night. Your sister has some very good news she's going to announce tomorrow."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my face scrunched up in confusion.

My dad gave me a smug smirk before leaning back into the cushions of the couch.

"If you'd actually talk to your sister and stopped treating her like a stranger you'd know. If you want to know so badly then you can ask her yourself when she gets home."

I growl before stalking upstairs to my bedroom. I didn't have time to play games with my father. I might not know what incredibly great news my sister had, but I honestly didn't really care.

I lay down in my bed and turn on the TV. I just wanted to get my mind off of my life for a while, and a couple of action movies and comedies could do that.

I was laughing as I watched Marlon and Shawn Wayans, possibly the most hilarious American comedians, in White Chicks. It was one of my favorite flicks, and I was lucky that it was playing. It was on one of the few channels that showed movies with human actors.

Then the movie is interrupted by breaking news.

Apparently, there were three Crimson Rebel attacks within hours of each other.

The Crimson Rebels were a terrorist group that had originally attacked South American Packs, especially the Amazon Pack, which held the fourth largest population of werewolves.

What was odd was that they started attacking both the Eastern and Western American packs, a few months before André Silva, threatened to go to war with us last year. I hadn't kept an eye on the whole crazy ordeal, because I didn't care all too much about it.

I had my own issues to deal with.

Still this news caught my attention and it worried me. The Crimson Rebels were getting bolder because leaders weren't giving in to their demands for tribute.

In 24 hours the group attacked three of the most prominent packs; the Flathead Pack, the Coconino Pack, and the Black Hills Pack. These packs had lots of money and tight security.