Larson gazed at the ceiling. It had been months since his fight with Rowan. The Divine Warriors Colony was on the mend but they didn’t want Larson as their alpha anymore. In a move that was quicker than what he did to Rowan, he was voted out by Jack. He couldn’t remember his last name. He cursed Jack, Tzach and every other member who was left after the massacre. He was kicked out with only the clothes on his back and dear old dad was called in. The rogue life it was.
He was allowed to stay on the territory but it was a form of exile. As the new alpha of the pack, his father gave the lands back to Rowan and merged with him. He never saw Rowan and just like Rowan wanted, Larson lived as if he were dead. He bought a low rent place to sleep since the pack wouldn’t let him have the nicer houses. This was his karma. He couldn’t leave well enough alone. He was too greedy for the alpha position and now he was in the same place he put Rowan in months ago.
No one at his back and no place to call his home. He climbed out of bed in nothing but his birthday suit. He went into the bathroom. He turned on the tap and washed his face. He didn’t think this would be his life. He didn’t know when it started or how but he began to hate Rowan. The bounty on the alphas Pagen and Victor was ridiculous not to mention Rowan never got his hands dirty.
If it was all the same Larson felt like he did a good job getting rid of him. It was a stupid idea now that he thought about it. Rowan came back with a vengeance he didn’t know he had. Not only that, He came back with a new crew and with a mate. Larson envied the mate most of all. Julie was beautiful for a human. He envied Victor too. Hadria was beautiful too. He thought he was doing the colony as service by hiring stronger members and making them fight to the death to earn their spot. His ambition for the alpha position cost Bull, Tish, Chalfon, Callum, and Olivier their lives. Rowan was consumed with so much rage it blinded him.
It blinded him to the point he killed the wolves that were closest to him. They went along with Larson’s plan but they never forgot Rowan. When they found out he was alive, they wanted to make amends with him and they might have if he didn’t keep pushing them. He hated how he could never beat Rowan no matter how hard he tried. To the colony, he was just an acting alpha. It disgusted him when they pleaded with him to call off his attack on Rowan. He hated himself for not listening to them.
A sob escaped him. His tears threatened to choke him. He collapsed to the floor and curled up into a ball. If only he had listened to them. He could have made amends with Rowan. If only he wasn’t greedy for a position that was Rowan’s birthright. They would still be together. He would still be a part of the pack. He would still be Rowan’s beta. He had no idea he would regret it so much. He pulled at his hair and screamed into the rug. He lost everything because of his selfishness, because of his ambition. Their voices haunted him every single night just like Rowan haunted him before he realized he was alive. If only he had listened, the guilt wouldn’t be choking him to the point he was near death.
Lucille laughed at Karayan’s clumsy attempts to fix their broken sink. He screamed when the water splashed on his face from the pipe. She shook her head. He was turning it the wrong way. He claimed to be the handyman around the house and that he could fix everything but Pagen and Aran would have to save the day like usual.
“Aren’t you going the wrong way?” Lace asked, peering under the sink at him.
“I almost got it,” he muttered.
Lucille kicked his foot gently. She hoped he repaired it before Pagen came back. He and Aran went to take Hadria back to the Bane Colony territory. She spent the night with them and they were able to catch up on a little girl time. She looked so happy and Elara was growing up beautifully. Lucille was hoping Addison would come over too but Pierce had other plans for them.
The young wolf emerged from under the sink with a big grin plastered on his face. His dark hair was soaked with water along with his t-shirt and shorts. He moved the hair out of his eyes. She smiled and turned the tap. It was working fine.
“Good job. And it only took you three tries to get it right.”
“Come on, Luce,” he waved the pipe wrench in the air. “I got it done didn’t I.”
“Yeah.” Lace rolled her eyes. “And just in time too.”
Pagen and Aran entered the house. Aran frowned at the water on the floor. She grabbed the mop and cleaned up the mess while Pagen went upstairs. Karayan stayed behind her. It was something he did when he knew he was in trouble. He was the youngest member of the pack and only fifteen years old when he joined them. After Pagen saved his life from another werewolf’s attack, he stuck around. Pagen tried to get him to leave but he refused.
After some digging into the young wolf’s past, they found out he was an orphan. He lived in a human orphanage for some time but ran away. Lucille and Hadria kind of took on the mother role while Aran and Pagen were kind of like fathers to him. Hadria and Karayan were pretty close. He kind of took it hard when she moved to be with her mate Victor. Victor seemed to understand and would let him visit her often or vice versa. She couldn’t believe two years had passed since then.
Today was Karayan’s seventeenth birthday. Well, it wasn’t his real birthday but he couldn’t remember his real one. He counted the day Pagen allowed him to join the colony as his birthday. He was supposed to have a birthday party but it might fall through considering the sink situation. Across from her, Lace wrung out a couple of towels in the sink and took them to the washroom. Lucille took the mop outside to dry. She was glad the warm weather was coming in.
She put a hand up to her forehead and gazed at the sky. It was beautiful. Life didn’t get any better than this. She forgot about her own troubles for a while until she was alone. She was born in Silver Creek. Unlike some of her comrades, she had a happy childhood. Her parents were loving and she wanted for nothing. She made the decision to join the pack of her own accord. Her parents didn’t make a fuss about her decision. The trouble she had was a different beast entirely. She wasn’t attracted to anyone. All through her college years and even in her high school years no one stood out to her.
She didn’t think anything of the hottest guys in school. When guys told her she was attractive she brushed it off. She believed she was asexual. She never had sex and that was fine with her. When she told Pagen of her preference he didn’t mind. It was the reason she liked him. He didn’t give you any trouble. He accepted you for who you were. She wasn’t sure if she would be attracted to her mate when the time came. What if he was attracted to her but she felt nothing for him? Regardless it was cliché to say she was asexual but she didn’t want to go through life alone. She had nothing to give him if she didn’t feel the same way. It might be a stretch to claim she was asexual. Perhaps she just hadn’t found the right man yet.
“What the hell, Karayan?”
She hurried back into the house as Aran got ready to tear Karayan a new one. The young wolf sat at the kitchen table waiting to hear another lecture. She cut in before he had the chance to say anything.
“Come on, Karayan. Let’s get cleaned up and go shopping.”
“Shopping for what?”
Lucille rolled her eyes. “For your birthday party silly.”
Aran snorted. He didn’t bother to stop them from getting away. He was a big softy at heart. He came off like a hard ass but that was only because he cared. Lucille went into her room and peeled off her wet t-shirt and shorts. She sighed when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She didn’t like her body. She was flat-chested and her butt didn’t stick out not even a little. Her body was toned but not to her liking. No matter how she exercised, she couldn’t get her backside to fill out. She shrugged. If it got bad enough, she could always get implants for her breasts and her butt. She wasn’t sure how they’d affect her wolf form and her battle skills though.