The Alpha's Daughter Wants Revenge

Aerowyn's POV

"Ouch," I winced, feeling the pain in my foot from all the walking. Thanks to my human speed, it seemed to be taking a toll on me. The sun was high in the sky now, intensifying the heat. Being in the woods only made it worse. I had changed into a black tank top, hoping it would provide some relief.

My hair was a mess, and I bore small cuts on my face, arms, and legs from navigating through the undergrowth.

By now, I was certain the pack was aware of my escape. They were probably celebrating my departure. But honestly, I didn't care. Their opinions held no weight for me anymore.

Deciding it was best to find a secluded area, a no man's land, where no packs would come hunting for me, I finally took a much-needed break. Exhaustion washed over me, accompanied by the gnawing hunger in my stomach. I found respite beneath the shade of a towering oak tree. It was time to rest.

As I drifted into a dreamless sleep, a rare sense of peace washed over me. For the first time in five years, I experienced tranquil slumber.

But soon, voices disrupted the serenity. They were whispering, their words muffled and indistinguishable.

"Why is she in a wolf pack?" one voice, feminine, questioned.

"I don't know. She's human. Humans shouldn't be here," another voice responded.

In a jolt, I awoke, panic coursing through my veins. I flinched and instinctively jumped away from them, not fond of being touched. I looked at the two girls who had approached me. One appeared to be around my age or younger, while the other seemed about eighteen.

Both of them possessed striking green eyes. The younger girl had dark blonde hair, while the older one had a softer shade of blonde. Their facial features were similar, suggesting they were likely siblings.

The older girl wore a jam-colored jacket over a moss green top and ripped jeans below the knee. The younger girl donned a white t-shirt with dirt stains and black sweatpants.

"Hey, calm down," the younger girl reassured me.

"You're a wolf," I uttered, my eyes fixated on her.

Great, just my luck—I had stumbled upon a werewolf.

Life seemed to bid me farewell, and the shadow of death loomed ever closer.

What more could I say? I stood on the precipice of demise.

"How do you know about our kind?" The younger girl asked, curiosity etched across her face.

"I was born into a werewolf family too, but I didn't receive a wolf. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm going to die," I replied, my fear hidden beneath a façade of strength. "You're a werewolf without a wolf?!" she exclaimed, her shock evident.

"What do you mean you're going to die?" The older girl chimed in, concerned knitting her brows.

"I trespassed into your territory," I admitted, hoping they would show mercy. It was worth a shot. "I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I was passing by, exhausted and seeking respite. Please, don't kill me," I pleaded, my eyes filled with desperation.

The older girl burst into laughter, causing the younger one to slap her back firmly. "Don't mind her. She's just scaring you," the younger girl reassured me, and I nodded, swallowing hard.

Once the laughter subsided, the older girl spoke again. "Don't worry, girl! We aren't part of this pack. My little sister and I are rogues too."

"Oh, I see. But, how... I mean, how did you end up in a pack if you're rogues?" I asked, confusion marring my features.

"Oh, honey, that's just how we live. We move from one pack to another. As soon as the alphas or betas start suspecting rogues in their midst, we move on to the next pack. Currently, we're with the 'Greenwood Pack'," the younger girl explained.

"By the way, I'm Alessia Bree Quinn. I'm seventeen," the older girl introduced herself. "And I'm Esmeralda Andrea Quinn. I'm fourteen. It's a pleasure to meet you," the younger girl added, grinning as she bowed. I couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm Aerowyn Aurélie Beau. I just turned fifteen. It's nice to meet you too," I said, returning their smiles.

"Beau? Wait a minute. Are you Beau as in Beau from the White Ray Pack?!" Alessia's eyes widened in realization. "Yes, I am," I replied, averting my gaze as a pang of pain shot through my chest.

"You're of Alpha bloodline?! Oh my God!" Esmeralda exclaimed. "But why aren't you with your pack? Why are you a rogue?" Alessia inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"It's a long story," I sighed, feeling a sense of shame wash over me. Why weren't they repulsed by me? I had already told them I didn't have a wolf.

"We have all day," Alessia reassured me. "If you share your story, maybe we'll share ours," Esmeralda added, a flicker of sadness lingering in her eyes.

With a heavy heart, I began to recount my tale.

"I'm the youngest in my family. My father is the Alpha, and my mother is the Luna. I had three siblings—a loving sister, a brother, and my twin. My family was the epitome of perfection. Everyone adored me, including the entire pack. From what I recall, I was known for my sarcasm, witty comments, and sass. I loved making people laugh," I reminisced, a smile forming a fond memory.