The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 28

Chapter 28 “Would you like a chance to fulfill it?” My eyes connected with hers. I knew she was deathly serious, but so was I. This woman, the Alpha of Greyhound, was giving me a chance. A chance I never got in Nightwake. A chance in getting vengeance on those who wronged me. A chance to rip into that rogue’s chest and tear out his heart. A chance I wasn’t stu pid enough to let up. “Yes,” 4 years later “Alpha Selene, Ms. Meredith Crestfield is here to see you.”

I paused, my fist an inch away from hitting the punching bag. Ragged breaths left me as my chest heaved from the overexertion of my body. Whisks of pale blonde hair clung onto my skin from the sweat coating it. Dropping my posture, I put a hand to my hip and glanced over at the clock on the wall. 6:30 AM. I’ve been working out for three hours already. Noah Jones, my Beta, stood right outside my personal gym. He wore his usual black button down with dark dress pants matching with black dress shoes. With a stack of papers tucked in his arms, he looked at me expectantly. His green eyes shifting to the busted punching bags on the floor before returning to me with amusement. His lips twitched. A small smile threatened to inch across his face but he withheld himself. Stressed? He asked in the mind link. A mumble pulled from my lips while I ignored him. Pulling the wraps around my fists off, I stepped away from the punching bag and walked over to the bench where my bottled water was. No doubt about it, I was stressed. Piles and piles of admission requests were coming in all at once. Sure, I had Noah with me to help, but I was the one who had the actual say on who can join and who couldn’t. The request rate had risen so high since our pack ranked second best. Rankings were announced annually, and the Chancellor along with his administration were the ones to

decide who placed where. Usually it was population size and fundings that majorly factored into the ranking system, but man power and international and local alliances were also components. Grabbing the bottle and twisting the cap open, I lift it to my lips and downed the whole thing. Fresh, cool water quenching my thirst from the overheating of my body gave me a -moment of relief. It’s been two years since I’ve officially claimed the Alpha title from Meredith. I underwent intense training to even be considered worthy of the title. Once I proved myself by completing the courses, I changed my last name to Crestfield and took over as her adoptive daughter. Getting the documents to declare my severance from the Dixon family and the Nightwake and therefore not reliant on my blood family’s approval, but because it had to be kept under wraps. My identity was a secret we needed to keep. Normally to withdraw from a pack the wolf needed to gain permission from their current Alpha, but with my special circumstance and Meredith’s decision to adopt me as her daughter and heir, the Chancellor had been lenient. Supposedly there was a clause somewhere that should a member who was on forced temporary pack transfer get hurt, or damaged in any way within the temporary pack they resided in. they’d have the right to leave their original pack without bringing it up to the Alpha for a formal parting. Forced pack transfers were usually for those who were known to be disruptive or possibly one of those in the rare instances which two wolves were dating and suddenly one found his or her mate and they break up. Bitterness was always a lead cause for disruption. Accepting the Alpha title from Meredith had been exhilarating. The pride and power I felt from the ceremony had reinforced my determination to succeed. It wasn’t, by any means, an easy transition. I had a handful of challengers trying to take the title from me because they initially saw me as an outsider. A threat. Someone who was from an enemy pack. They hated the thought of someone outside the pack rising as the new Alpha. Ignoring that I was personally handpicked by the current Alpha, herself. But of course, I met those challenges. I met them all and pounded into everyone whoThis text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

came witness to the fight that I was not to be taken lightly. No mercy, no remorse and absolutely no hesitation. Anyone who dared to take this from me wouldn’t be let off easy. I wasn’t going to let everything I worked so hard for go tumbling down because of it. Sighing as I crushed the plastic bottle in my hand, I threw it at the trash and nodded at him. Noah gave me a curt bow before stepping aside to make room. Meredith came strolling in, a smile on her face with a small black box in her hands. Standing gracefully tall with her hair slicked back and an elegant black, knee length dress on, she rose a brow at me. Hazel eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in my tired, sweaty appearance. “Training so hard this early in the morning?”