Victoria's POV
After crying for a while more, I walked away from the school gates in case anyone stop by to make fun of me again. Or worse, see me during my weakest. Then I stumbled upon an ice cream pushcart so naturally I had to buy a cone or two to soothe my sadness. My stomach grumbled audibly and I realised I had barely touched my lunch just now. Sighing tiredly after crying, I paid the old man behind the pushcart and started licking the chocolate ice cream cone. I slow walked back to the pack house since I had much time on my hand after skipping school.
Half an hour later, I stood inside my bedroom, dropping my bag to the ground and shot down to my parents room just two floors below mine. I knocked and heard a soft 'come in' before pushing the door open. My mother was knitting a grey sweater for my dad while sitting on a rocking chair, one leg crossed the other facing the large window in front of her. It's early winter so she'd been preparing.
I scrolled nearer and could smell the faint calming scent of camomile tea on the side table. It calmed me down a little.
She then tore her gaze away from the knit and gave me a kind smile, revealing her slight eye wrinkles. My mother is very beautiful - gentle as a flower; sweet as a lily, my father would always say. She's twice the lady I would ever be and her tranquil nature always have a ripple-effect for us. That is why the pack admire her and why our Luna Renee adores her so much.
"What's wrong honey?" Her voice laced with worry as she puts the basket of knits away and I knelt down to lay my head on her lap. She then stroked my hair tenderly.
"Mom... I know I asked you and dad a couple times now but I'm just worried. Am I really a wolf..? Why can't I shift??" I asked her, tears threatened to escape my eyes. I looked up to see her eyes widen briefly followed by a split second of... guilt? She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled sadly at me.
"Sweetheart, o-of course you are a wolf.. You're most likely just a late bloomer.. Trust me, child. It will come eventually." she explained stuttering a bit. I slowly nodded my head, frown still visible on my forehead.
"I'm scared Mom. What if I turn out to be a weak wolf? I mean as a human I'm already this frail. Right now I can't seem to fathom I will be anything more than a loser." I sighed loudly.
She chuckled, "Can't you see the strength you need is already right here?" she points to my chest on my heart. "All that matters is you not giving up on yourself. Don't let anyone tell you differently sweetie. Because only you will know how strong you really are."
I processed her words and smiled warmly. She's right. I cannot doubt myself. If I lose hope, I will never be strong enough no matter how hard I train. I know I want to be a pack warrior in the future and I will become.
I spoke with mom a little more and thanked her before stepping away and towards the door.
"Victoria?"
"Yes..?" I replied.
"You know your Father and I.. we love you very much dear." she said solemnly.
I giggled, "Yes I do know that, and I love you guys too." I gave her a quick forehead kiss as she returned with a small smile.
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"Damn it!" The chair went flying across the room as it was forcefully kicked backwards. Pacing around the room was the Alpha King-to-be, Lewis Cedric Rowan. He pulled on his tie and swept all the documents and schoolwork off the desk and let out a frustrated growl.
The wolf in him struggled to be set free for he too was in a frenzy. The books that were aligned neatly previously on a bookshelf hidden behind the walls was now scattered on the floor. He vented his anger and now the whole room was a complete mess.
He huffed heavily, catching his breath. It had already been three years since Lewis turned 18 and yet still no signs of his mate. The royal beta-to-be Sawyer Warren, had found his mate when he turned 19. He thought to himself, 'that lucky bastard..'.
With the Alpha King constantly getting on his back about this, it makes his blood boil even more. Being told at a young age that the heir must settle down quickly for the official coronation to be able to commence, many worrying thoughts bugged him since his 'dear' father would start to play cupid and arrange his marriage with other unmated royalties, if he doesn't find this mate of his soon.
He sworn to himself that he will at least see her once. His predestined other half. She seems to be the only thing that will set him apart from that father of his. He's rather be anything than his Father. If his mate is not accepted by the Alpha King, Lewis will still have to reject her and marry another who's worthy enough for him.
Giving one last kick to the bed frame, He stomped out of his bedroom. Lewis walked through a network of corridors in the mansion but it seemed more like a maze. If he hadn't grew up here he'd probably be lost by now.
He sped towards the garage at ground floor and switched on the lights to reveal rows of sports cars and luxury cars. He grabbed the keys and ignited the engine of an Audi. With that he drove off to the nearest town area.
As he neared the nightclub called The Vault (werewolves only), He noticed people stopping and turning heads to gawk. He exited the car and gave the keys to the valet boy.
Walking through the crowd of sweaty bodies and grinding pairs, he sat down at the VIP table. Loud music boomed through the loud speakers and distracting coloured lights pierced through the dance floor. Someone hurriedly came over to offer his service.
" A bottle of scotch." He said as he threw his credit card on the table. The waiter bowed eagerly and sped off to get the drinks. Not long after he came back with the scotch whiskey and 2 glasses. Without thinking, Lewis dug out a few hundred dollar bills and tipped him.
He took a few mouthful before Sawyer got there. "Money clearly can do wonders.", He muttered to himself, unamused.
"Alpha." Sawyer greeted before finally sitting down. "So. What's wrong with you today?" He shouted over the loud music, then set down his phone after texting his mate Emily, giving his alpha his full attention. Lewis merely looked at him as an answer and continued drinking.
Sawyer smiled a little, understanding what his friend is going through. They never talked about their feelings but somehow they just know. Granted he is his beta and he would know what was going on between he and the Alpha king.
As they drank, a group of girls noticed them. "Oh my god it's Alpha prince. He's so hot..!" A random blonde screamed enthusiastically to her girlfriends. Sawyer didn't even spare them a second look. 'Someone has obviously changed his old player ways after meeting his mate' Lewis thought.
Lewis started to feel a little lightheaded, and the noise the girls were creating was hurting his head. He turned around and glared at them, but they just do the dreamy sighs and obviously didn't get the hint to go away.
The girls came over and sat beside Lewis. "Hey, my prince." One of them leaned towards him, trying to talk near his ears. But all she got was being ignored by him. "So you come here a lot? Wanna have some fun together?" The attractive shewolf winked at him and ran her hands over his thighs.
"Keep your filthy hands to yourself." Lewis snapped at her. He yanked her hands and pulled her in. She slowly beamed and started bitting her lips 'seductively'. He smirked whispering, "Don't you understand what I meant by 'don't touch me'? Besides, it's not working babe."
He sipped the whiskey again and snickered as her face went from shock to ashamed to pissed off. He could care less of what she thinks as she stormed off. Unless she could solve his problems, if not she's just dirt in front of him.
Half past 12. Sawyer and Lewis staggered out of the club with him holding on to his drunk Alpha. "How much did you drink man?" Sawyer asked, trying to keep his own balance. It's not easy for the beta to support his alpha, taller and heavier than him. Lewis hiccuped as the valet came back with his car.
"Give me the keys." He signalled to the valet. Lewis carried on chuckling about something he found funny. Sawyer sighed heavily and threw him to the backseats.
Once they reached the royal packhouse, Lewis's room, He was then flopped face down carelessly onto his bed. Sawyer never learnt how to be gentle with his alpha, only to Emily. Anyway Lewis is more capable to causing damage to him than he can to him.
Lewis could briefly hear Sawyer in the background complaining probably about the state the room was in, and slowly slipped out of consciousness shortly after a thought crossed his mind.
Where the hell are you right now...?