The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 25

He would feel my desperation.

He’d feel how badly I was trying to break though to him.

And he ignored me.

As the pain in my neck pulsed through, my wolf howled in agony. Curling herself in the corner of my

mind, she scratched at her chest with her claws. Rabid growls surrounding her as she kept clawing at

herself.

She was trying to k ill herself.

Landon had marked my sister.

Hestia had marked Landon.

Tears ran down the side of my face, falling to Lila’s pale cheek. I urged my legs to keep moving, but

every wave of pain coming over me immobilized my body. My legs, paralyzed and unmoving, twitching

uncontrollably.

“No, no, no-”

I cried hoarsely. My nails dug into the ground in a pa thetic attempt to crawl my way down. I dragged

my body over the soil, collecting mud on the way. Thuds pounding in my s kull had me sobbing at my

weakness. The last fragment of my bond to Landon cruelly snapping apart. I felt everything. The Moon

Goddess’ punishment for going against her blessings. A punishment I wasn’t deserving of. I felt a drop

of water hit my forehead.

It started to rain.

The water puddled around my body, rolling off my skin and soaking in my hair. The cool comfort of rain

doing nothing to ease the fire burning in my abdomen. My strength slowly dispersed from inside me. I

felt so cold but so hot. Shiver after shiver, the heat in my body left me defenseless. I kept holding on,

trying my hardest to keep going. Lila’s breathing was shallow. Her small chest lifting and falling slowly.

All color was draining from her face.

Then suddenly another wave of pain overcame me.

They were mating again. This time, a lot more intense because of the aftershock of marking. My claws

extended out. My body moved on its own. My wolf was trying to take control, to end the life I had

because of our mate. She was going crazy, not thinking clearly and purely acting on emotion. A sort of

high soaking my mind to numbness.

“Ma-Mama…”

Slowly my eyes started to close. Despite the desperation to keep myself awake, I was slipping into the

darkness consuming me whole. I forced my head to the side, seeing Lila’s hazel eyes piercing into me.

Her hand outreached to touch me but failing to. Spurring the last remaining strength inside me, I tried to

lift my hand to touch her. To feel her soft curls in my hand but the only thing I could move were my

fingers.

“No- Lila… please no. Please… god no, baby no-”

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I whispered, the feel of my tears sliding down my cheek washed away from the rain was the last thing I

could remember before passing out.

Darkness.

I was laying in an ocean of darkness. Unable to see, feel, or move anything. Only my mind was

conscious, my senses all numbed out except my hearing and smell. I gradually picked up on the faint

sound of something beeping.

I don’t know where I am, but my sense of smell returned. I caught whiffs of multiple wolf scents but

none of them are any one that I recognize. That could only mean I was in uncharted territory.

“Alpha Meredith is here. She wants to see the girl.”

Said a soft feminine voice. I heard someone respond but I couldn’t catch what he said. Next thing I

know, I heard the door creak and close s hut. I was alone. I couldn’t feel any other presence in the

room except mine.

Alpha Meredith?

Alpha Meredith Crestfield?

Isn’t she the Alpha of the Greyhound pack? The only female Alpha on the board as of right now? I felt

myself begin to panic. If I was on Greyhound territory, then I was on enemy territory. Neither Duskfall or

Nightwake were allies with Greyhound. This was looking bad.

My eyes suddenly fluttered open upon command. Bright light invading my sight making me squint in

discomfort. Blinking away the confusion, I tried to sit up. My body felt so rigid. So stiff. I gasped out,

feeling an ache sho ot up everywhere just from trying to move. I let myself fall back into the bed.

Turning my head to the side, the first thing I saw was the lavender paint on the walls. A few paintings of

scenery hung up with a two person couch pressed to side near the window. I was in bed, dressed in a

hospital gown with an IV needle punctured in my arm. Sweeping my eyes across the room, I noticed a

small vase of carnations on the coffee table.

What the h ell happened?

I tried to remember the last thing I did before passing out but it only made my head hurt. Everything

was a blur. I groaned, grasping my forehead in my hands when the door slammed open. I quickly sat

up despite the immediate protest of my body.

“I see you’re awake.”

A tall, older woman with gray hair tied into a bun stood at the doorway. She was dressed in a black

blazer, dress pants and flats. Her intense hazel eyes peering appraisingly at me. I didn’t miss the way

her eyes scanned down my body with slight scrutiny. She was definitely the Alpha. Alpha Meredith

Crestfield. The power she was emitting told me so. If anyone other than I was sitting here, they

would’ve bowed their head in submission. But something

told me not to.