The Second Chance Werewolf

ALEXEI POV

"How do you like your hair, Alpha heir?" The stylist asked as she ran a comb through my hair.

"I want a braided bun," I replied. Staring at my reflection in the mirror. I remember this moment, I had been overly excited, dancing around in my robe when Mya had stumbled in with her stylist, she had been so polite, asking them to make me the most beautiful girl for tonight, and looking back, my look was just simple, nothing compared to how she and her daughter turned up.

So, to make a difference, I got a stylist of my own and picked out the perfect look for tonight.

Soon, I was ready. The stylist left me to myself, dressed in a black diamond dress, silver heels, and silver accessories to match. I looked amazing, vicious, and strong.

This is the Alexei I should have been all these while, not a blind puppet, nodding to everything life threw at me. This is the Alexei those bastards deserve.

My day has finally arrived

after spending weeks planning the perfect event, making sure it was grand enough to attract all the influential packs.

The Crescent Moon, Silver Fang, Blood Howl, East Wind pack, and every major pack within a hundred-mile radius received an invitation.

A massive celebration for my birthday, I called it. But beneath the glitz and glamor, my true purpose remained hidden.

I took out the small vial from my purse and smiled, Brandon was going to betray me tonight, whether he wanted to or not. All I had to do was wait.

A gentle knock graced my ears, and my gaze diverted to the door. "Come in," I said, walking over to my bed. I slowly sat, fixing my back on the headrest.

Mya walked in with the stylists she had offered. She came in with all smiles, but it vanished the moment she took in my appearance.

"You are ready." she trailed off. She opened her mouth to add something but shut it close immediately.

I kept my smile, "Is something wrong? Who are they?" I asked, pointing to the stylists behind her.

"Oh. I brought them for you, Alexei. I was hoping they would get you ready but now I see that there is no need for that." She replied, her eyes having this distant look, probably lost in thoughts.

"Oh, I had no idea, I wanted to try something new, so I reached out to them. They did a great job right?" I asked, rising from the bed and doing a quick twirl.

"Yes.they did a good job indeed. I guess you won't be needing me then. The party will be starting soon dear. Come down soon.'

I nodded," Thank you, Mya." As soon as she left, my lips broke into a wicked grin. What I had planned out for this night would be mind-blowing.

The time came, and Father came by my room to lead me out to the decorated halls. I definitely stole the spotlight this time; all eyes were on me, both familiar and not-so-familiar faces. The grand guests, everyone welcomed me with wishes and generous gifts.

The party was everything I had envisioned, extravagant, loud, and filled with high-ranking wolves.

The music boomed, guests drank, and the scent of expensive perfume mixed with the wild musk of powerful wolves.

Brandon was right where I wanted him, drinking and laughing with his friends; I moved to a secluded corner, not before grabbing a drink from the waiter. I sprinkled the right amount of elixir into the drink, mixing it to be less traceable, then I added a scent shutter, a citrus flavor to keep him from figuring anything out. I placed it on an empty table and took a different glance placing it next to it.

I then approached him with a charming smile, "My love." I called placing a hand on his shoulder. " Hey babe." He replied, leaning to get a kiss, but I turned to his friends instead.

"I see you all are having a great time."

"Happy birthday Alpha heir." They commented and I smiled.

"Thank you," I replied, before slipping my hand into Brandon's. "Come on," I whispered, and he didn't protest. I led him to the empty table and we settled. I took the other glass and raised it like a toast.

"Happy birthday to me," I murmured, Brandon smiled and picked up the spiked drunk, clinking his glass against mine.

"Happy birthday to you, love."

We took a sip at the same time and I couldn't help but smile. My plan is going quite well.

"I can't believe you are old enough now, Alexei. Soon, you will be the Alpha of the pack, and I will be by your side." He said, placing his hand on mine.

I faked a smile, but I had to leave before it took effect. I created a little distraction, knocking my glass off and letting the content spill on me.

"Oh Goodness!" I exclaimed, getting up.

"Alexei. The hell? Are you drunk?" He whispered almost harshly, before quickly adding, "I am sorry. Please are you okay?"

I nodded, "I need to clean this off, I will be back." I said and hurried off.

I found a suitable place to hide and watch him closely.

Bradon finished the rest of his drink and stood up, but he suddenly stopped as if he was frozen in time. I knew at that moment the elixir had taken hold of his body.

Brandon hurried away, and I followed suit, keeping a good distance away. I hid behind a pillar, watching him speak to Frieda, who was by the table with her friends. He grabbed her hand almost immediately and led her out of the hall.

I followed the second way out, bursting out of the mansion; I couldn't find them until I heard voices.

"Brandon, what's the problem, why are we out here? We need to be at the party." It was Freida's voice.

I followed it; the path they took led to the garden; it was filled with tall ornaments, a good hiding spot to do their dirty business.

"I just need relief, Frieda. Don't resist." I heard Bradon's voice.

"Why Brandon? The party isn't over yet, we could get caught. Just wait a little more, and we can have each other for the night." she replied, and my blood boiled. I felt hate, pure hatred for both of them.

"Let's just get it over with."

I didn't need to hear what was happening behind the ornaments to know the deal, but I listened anyway. The breathy moans, the urgent whispers, the sound of fabric hitting the ground.

And then, it was time.

Taking a deep breath, I Burst out of my hiding place and screamed as loud as I could.

"Oh, my Goddess!" I shrieked, my voice trembling with perfectly feigned devastation.

Brandon froze, his body still tangled with Freida's. Freida, in her state of shock, barely managed to cover herself, while Brandon scrambled to his feet, his face pale.

"Alexei, wait."

I stumbled backward, my hands shaking, my eyes wide with betrayal. "How could you!" I screamed even louder; my sim was to attract attention, and it worked out right.

First, it was the guards racing out, and then my father who came to me immediately, and then Mya, and then the guests, all starting to gather, drawn by my outburst. Their murmurs filled the space, confusion, and curiosity thick in the air.

I buried my face in my father's chest, sobbing. Whilst Brandon tried to get his shit together. "I trusted you," I said, voice breaking. "I loved you! And this is what you do to me? With her?"

"Alexei I can explain." Brandon tried to step forward, but my dad took a strong stance for me.

"Alpha.."

"Don't you dare!" He roared, causing Brandon to back up.

Freida whimpered, clutching her dress to her chest. Brandon looked around, desperate, realizing too late that the entire guest was witnessing his disgrace.

"And you Frieda? This is what I get from you?"

"I am sorry, Alexei; I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, it's all Brandon's fault; he forced me."

Mya stepped forward in heavy steps, stopping before her daughter, a thunderous slap echoed, causing gasps to rise from the gathered crowd.

"You are a disgrace, Frieda. How could you?"

I rolled my eyes, drama queen. Feigning to be the saint and heartbroken mother, he knew all along.

Bitch!

I didn't want to see any more of their drama, so with the full crowd watching, I did what I had been waiting to do since I returned.

I stepped forward, "Brandon!" I yelled, glaring hard at him.

"I, Alexei of the Midnight Shadow Pack, reject you, Brandon, as my mate and my boyfriend."

Gasps echoed. The weight of my words crashed down on Brandon like a death sentence. He groaned out in agony, the rejection cutting through him like a blade.

His legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, clutching his chest.

Serves you right, bastard!

I turned on my heel, my face a mask of devastation, an act for the audience. But inside, I was smiling.

This is just the beginning, let them bask in this humiliation for now. There's more to come.