Unmade For The Alpha!

Third Person's Point Of View:

Same Day SomeWhere Else :

The heavy pouring of rain had turned The Hollows cemetery soil into thick, dark mud, matching the heavy sky overhead the city A.

A 16 year old Sierra stood near the edge of the open grave of her late mother Sienna, who was her entire world, whom she loved the most. Today she had lost the only family she had. Trying to cope up with the loss, a grief-stricken she was here to say a final goodbye to the woman who taught her everything, who was not only her mother but her best friend, her mentor, her secret keeper, her safe haven, her shield. Drenched in rain, her small frame was trembling under her wet black coat. The weight of the moment was too much to bear, and her weak wobbly knees finally gave out under the crushing silence.

But before her knees could collide with the ground, two strong arms quickly wrapped around her tiny waste and caught her on time, saving her from falling. Those arms helped her stand back on her legs and supported her from her waist so she wouldn't fall. Instinctively, she leaned sideways, pressing her wet, tear-stained face into the shoulder of the owner of those strong arms, Noah, her sweet next-door neighbor, a charming guy who had grown up alongside her, the one person whose gentle presence didn't feel like a pressure cooker. It was Noah who had quickly brought his car without a question when her mother collapsed and took them to hospital. When no one was there for her, it was Noah who stood by her side in the most difficult time of her life like a true brother and provided her the most needed support, taking care of her mother in the hospital during her last breath before she left this world.

Seeing her crying, he immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulder and hugged her filly, resting his cheek against her hair, murmuring soft, quiet words of comfort.

“Don't worry Sierra, you are not alone in this world! You still have me! Don't cry please, aunt Sienna, won't want to see you sad. She is still there watching over you, from the heavens!”

He was consoling her as she broke into loud sobs when the priest and other men started burying the coffin of her deceased mother into the grave, but suddenly their hands froze and everyone halted in their actions as that's when they all heard a, low and unmistakable, deep rumble resonating through the chill air.

It wasn't thunder. It was a low, protective growl, the sound of sheer, unadulterated panic. It made everyone look around to find the source of the animalistic sound and take a sigh of relief when they found none and go back to what they were doing but unlike the humans who were unaware of the existence of supernaturals, Sierra was someone who had lived the life of the daughter of a beta, she had been born and spent 8 years of her life in a pack of werewolves and knew that sound better than anyone.

Hearing the familiar growl, Sierra quickly lifted her head from Noah's shoulder, her watery, striking blue eyes turning toward the sound which made Noah frowned and he followed her gaze only for his frown to deepen.

Standing a few paces away from them, in a rigid wall of dark wool coat fabrics were four imposing figures. One of the figures had gray hair but his muscular, well built body didn't let him look over 40, it was her father Raiden, the Beta of the most powerful pack of the country, The Blue Moon Pack and beside him stood three massive, build guys with eye-catching features.

Even though the three men had different faces, the resemblance in their aura, and body language was screaming that they were triplets with the same height and body, their blue eyes resembling hers. They were none other than her three older brothers who are 11 years older than him. The eldest Siden, the youngest Rian and the second eldest Senan.

To the rest of the world, these four men were absolute monoliths, stoic, untouchable, and emotionally impenetrable, mysterious imposing, dominant figures. But right now, their faces were a chaotic mix of heartbreak, jealousy, and sheer helplessness.

Siden, the eldest by minutes, had his jaw clenched so tight a nerve twitched beneath his skin. Rian’s hands were stuffed deep into his pockets, his broad shoulders rigid as an iron beam as he stared a hole through Noah’s arm which was still wrapped around his little baby sister's shoulder. While an impatient, reckless Senan took an immediate step forward, his dark eyes wide and aching, looking like he wanted to physically pull his baby sister away from Noah and bundle her into his own arms, yet he hesitated, terrified that pushing too hard would make her recoil.

Behind them, their father Raiden, who had just lost his mate, the love of his life, stood silent grief stricken, with his cold lips pressed into a thin, white line, his cold hand resting heavily on Senan’s shoulder, holding his son back while bearing his own crushing sorrow and holding back the urge to run to his little daughter and hide her in his safe, protective embrace.

They were seeing her after 8 years. She hadn't changed much. They could find her in a crowd of thousands at a single glance. They had recognised her, the moment they got down from their car and their eyes landed on her. She was built like fine porcelain in a room full of iron. She had their mother’s soft, heart-shaped face and dark, cascading waves, but it was her eyes that made people freeze, striking, luminous blue eyes that were far too bright for the dark coat she wore.

If she stood between her three giant brothers, she would look so small, like a little rabbit, their light squeeze would be enough to break her, which instantly developed an urge in their heart to protect her with all their might.

They were a group of emotionally constipated men who had never learned how to speak the language of feelings.

When Sierra was little, they didn't know how to express their love to her with words, so they bought her every toy she glanced at, every candy she ate twice and carried her everywhere so her tiny feets wouldn't touch the dirt.

When Sienna was diagnosed with cancer eight years ago and Raiden choose his responsibility as the Beta of the Blue Moon Pack, leaving his mate to live alone in the human world to fed for herself while suffering from cancer, leaving her all alone as she went through the treatment, fighting the disease for her life, an eight year old Sierra chose to be with her mother unlike her three brothers who chooses to stay with their father and get trained as the future Beta, Gamma, and Delta of the Blood Moon Pack.

Disappointed with their choice, she had silently walked away from them 8 years ago, taking a piece of their souls with her. From then on she never talked to them again, never attended their calls, never went to visit them on festivals or stayed with them during summer holidays. She became estranged with them, what hurted her the most was, even though they tried to call her many times, none of them came to visit her ever. They wanted her to stay with them but they hadn't known how to ask her to stay, and they knew she was too small to live with them, leaving their mom who needed treatment which can't be delayed and could only be treated in the human world. So they could do nothing but let her leave who was determined to be with her mother, seeing her leave they had just bawled like broken children behind closed doors after she left.

Now, seeing another man, even a trusted neighbor, offering her the comfort they so desperately wished they knew how to give felt like a blade twisting in their chests.

Noah subtly cleared his throat, sensing the sudden drop in temperature, and gently patted her shoulder before taking a polite step back.

Left standing alone in the rain, Sierra felt the immediate shift. The four giant men moved in a silent, synchronized wave. Siden immediately took a step closer to shield her from the biting wind with his broad frame. Rian reached into his coat, pulling out a clean, pressed handkerchief with stiff, trembling fingers, extending it toward her awkwardly without meeting her eyes. Senan just stared down at her blue eyes, their mother’s eyes, his own glistening with unshed tears he was too proud to let fall.

They wanted so badly to wrap her into a bone crushing hug, to tell her they were sorry, to tell her they missed her every single day. But instead, they just stood there like giant, silent guardians ready to protect her from every danger, protect her happiness from every grief like a shield, completely out of their depth, praying she could feel the love they didn't know how to express, the feeling they didn't know how to put into words.

As soon as their eyes met, Sierra immediately looked away. But her brothers didn’t miss the flash of raw hatred and deep disgust lingering in her icy blue gaze, a look that struck each of them like a silent physical blow, tearing through their stoic composure.

Pain flared behind their eyes, but they forced it down instantly. Years of training and pack leadership made masking their emotions second nature. Within a fraction of a second, their expressions smoothed back into unreadable, stony masks, hiding the sharp sting of her rejection.

Siden, the eldest, stepped forward first.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and dark-browed, he moved with a slow, heavy deliberation. Without uttering a single word, he raised a large black umbrella, stepping into the mud to hold it squarely over Sierra’s head.

The pouring rain hammered against the taut fabric above her, but not a single drop touched her fragile frame. He knew how easily the biting, wet chill could make her frail body fall sick, and the instinct to shield her body from the elements was as natural to him as breathing.

Beside him, Rian stepped up, his towering presence exuding a quiet, suffocating authority. He turned his intense gaze toward Noah, the heavy air around them shifting instantly with the weight of his dominant aura as he spoke in his cold, yet husky deep dominating voice.

"Thank you for your help! We are grateful to you for staying with our little baby sister, in our absence!"

Rian said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cut through the sound of the storm. He stretched out the word sister, heavy and deliberate, marking an unshakeable boundary.

"Now that her brothers are here, you aren't needed anymore. We can take care of her from here on."

Noah felt the sheer pressure of Rian's dominating aura pressing down on his mental defence. Recognizing the silent warning and knowing better than to challenge three protective brothers, Noah offered a polite, understanding nod.

"Of course!"

He murmured softly, gently letting go of Sierra's arm before taking a cautious step back into the crowd.

Before, a wide eyed, surprised Sierra could drift away, Rian’s large, warm hand closed around her shoulder, pulling her gently against his side to support her weight.

A wave of panic and uncomfortable feeling rippled through Sierra at the sudden contact, her breath catching in her throat. For a split second, every muscle in her body went rigid. She wanted to pull away, to push his hand off, but she held herself back. She knew it was useless. Her small, exhausted human strength was nothing against his massive, overwhelming werewolf power, trying to fight him here would be like trying to push against a mountain.

Not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone at her mother's sacred burial moment, Sierra swallowed the bitter words rising in her chest and remained completely silent. She stood frozen beside her giant brothers, her lips pressed into a thin line, staring ahead through a blur of unshed tears as the cold dirt fell over her mother’s resting place.

Sierra closed her eyes slowly, letting the cold air wash over her pale, flushed red, tear stricken face. As the heavy silence of the cemetery weighed down around them, a lone, hot tear broke free from the corner of her eye, tracing a quiet path down her cheek before dropping into the mud below.

Behind her closed eyelids, a memory from her childhood flashed with painful clarity.

She was nine years old again, standing near the edge of the playground, her heart shrinking under the cruel laughter of the other children of her age.

“Where’s your father? You don’t even have a dad!”

They had taunted her again and again, pointing fingers at her and pushing her back into the shadows.

She remembered running home with her chest heaving, tears blurring her vision until her mother, Sienna, had gathered her into her warm arms.

Her mother hadn't let her drown in that sadness. Instead, she had carried a sobbing, young Sierra into the kitchen before setting her on a counter and tying an oversized apron around her small waist, and together they had baked a sweet, warm cake from scratch, replacing her bitter tears with the smell of vanilla and gentle laughter.

Another memory rushed in, unbidden and sharp.

She remembered the aching loneliness of those early years, how the other kids would pull their hands away, refusing to let her even touch them as if she is some kind of disease, a plague, looking at her with disgust as if she is trash or an insect, whenever she wanted to join their games, calling her dirty blood, whispering that she was dirty and strange.

She had sat on the porch, hugging her knees, feeling utterly unwanted until her mother sat down beside her. Sienna had gently cupped her tiny face, brushing the hair from her forehead with an affectionate smile.

“What they say is meaningless, my sweet baby girl!”

Her mother had whispered soft and steady, pulling her into a tight, comforting embrace.

“You are not dirty blood, you are special. Never let their filthy words make you forget who you are. You are the daughter of Beta Raiden. You have a father, and three very loving brothers so what if they are away from you, they still love you and care for you and feel I'll always do so don't take their words to heart. Don't pay attention to them.”

And then came the memory of being ten years old on a bright afternoon, the sun shining warm against her skin.

She had been wobbling uncertainly on a small bicycle, her fingers white-knuckled around the handlebars, terrified of falling. But right behind her, running along the dirt path with a steady hand on the back of the seat, was her mother Sienna laughing, encouraging her with every breath, calling out…

“Keep going, Sierra! You’re doing it! I’ve got you!”