When The Alpha Demanded My Silence

Kaeli had prepared a tray of snacks, urging me to take them to Aviana. She had always been skilled with her hands, and she often encouraged me to spend time with my Alpha sister.

When I arrived at Aviana’s wing of the pack house, she was in the midst of a tantrum. She had gotten into a dispute with another high-ranking she-wolf during a pack run and had gone to the Alpha Queen for comfort, only to be scolded instead. Then, the Alpha Queen’s newborn pup had woken up crying, and Aviana had been dismissed hastily by the Beta caretaker.

Fuming, she had stormed back to her room, and I stood outside with the tray, waiting for the commotion to subside before daring to enter. Inside, the room was a mess. Aviana’s two personal Omegas were scrambling to clean up, their movements trembling with fear. When I stepped in, Aviana hurled the last teacup in her hand at the Omega closest to her.

“Get out!” she screamed. “You’re all just like my mother now, aren’t you? That little whelp is all you care about! You don’t even listen to me anymore!”

The Omegas scurried out, their heads bowed low, leaving me alone with Aviana. She turned to me, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration.

“Ainara,” she snapped, her voice sharp but tinged with desperation. “Why did she have to have another pup? She’s not even an heir—she’s just another she-wolf! I’m her daughter—her Alpha daughter! Isn’t that enough? I wish she’d just disappear! Then no one would take her away from me!”

I stood there, holding the tray, silent as always. Even if I could speak, I wouldn’t dare to repeat her words. But in the quiet of my mind, I wondered if Aviana’s anger was less about the new pup and more about the fear of losing her place in the Alpha Queen’s heart.

Aviana’s outburst echoed in the room, but I remained still, the tray heavy in my hands. She glared at me, her Alpha aura crackling around her, but I didn’t flinch. She knew I wouldn’t betray her. I was just the mute Omega, invisible to the rest of the pack, but to her, in moments like these, I was the only one she could trust.

“Ainara,” she said again, her voice softer now, almost pleading. “You understand, don’t you? You’re the only one who does.”

I nodded faintly, setting the tray down on the table. She didn’t need my words to know I was there for her. But as I glanced at the mess around us, I couldn’t help but wonder how long Aviana’s anger would last—and what it might cost her in the end.