Writer's POV
"Don't you dare cross that door, Noah," Stephan growled, his eyes darkening.
"Go fuck yourself," Noah sneered, his boots thudding the floor as he stomped his way out of the room, his car keys dangling in his hand.
Stephan roared loudly in infuriation, his eyes turning a bright gold as his fist banged heavily into the glass table shattering it into a million pieces.
The red dripped from his clenched fist in little droplets as he raised it to his face, pulling away delicately the pieces of glass embedded into his bleeding hand. A scowl was visible on his face. Almost immediately, the wounds healed up.
"What's the matter, Stephan?" Luca asked, his eyes flicking around as he walked into the room.
"Welcome master Luca," an automated voice that was the pack house's AI assistant came monotonously over the speakers.
His eyes rested on the shattered glass littered on the floor. "Did you have a fight with Noah again?"
Stephan opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His chest heaved upwards and down as he tried to keep his anger under control, his eyes blazing.
"Fix the table Jora," Luca ordered in a calm voice.
"As you wish, master," the automated voice came again.
A soft chattering sound filled the air as the pieces of glass scattered all over the floor started coming back together, forming the table it once was before.
Stephan hissed furiously. "That brat will get what's coming for him one day. I can't believe father lets him do whatever he wants without caution."
"Welcome master Ethan," the automated voice came again.
Stephan and Luca turned their heads to see Ethan walk in through the door, doubling down, wincing.
"Can you believe that piece of shit?" he pointed behind him with his thumb, doubling down. He was pretty riled up, his face creased in pain as he held the side of his abdomen.
"Noah?" Stephan spat.
"Who else? That fucking cunt bumped into me and nearly knocked the wind out of me," Ethan grunted, his face red. "And he didn't apologize or appear to be bothered at all."
"This is what I'm saying," Stephan glared at Luca, the flashes sparking in his eyes. "He does whatever he wants, fucks around like a dog; all the brothels in Azaria know him, he does drugs, wouldn't accept his wrongs and we all just have to put up with him?! Why do we have to put up with him for fuck sake?! I'm sick and tired of it all and so help me goddess, I'll stick it out to him one day!"
Luca, Alpha Adolph's first son remained calm as his brothers complained bitterly about their youngest brother. If he was as sour as they were, he didn't show it. Noah had been a real pain in the ass ever since he came to live in the pack house with the Wolfes but it was much worse now. He went around town causing as much trouble as he could.
It was heartbreaking and daunting that the Alpha's son was present at almost every local disturbance in the city. Just the day before, he and his pack of friends had beat up a man for asking them to take their smoking outside the store. The man had ended up in the hospital with serious injuries. It didn't help matters that he was just human and so couldn't heal speedily. Noah had violated the human-werewolf treaty causing a lot of trouble for his father.
Luca looked at his watch. It was 4:15 pm. His father should be on his way back from the Council of Alphas. His hands rested on the window frame as he looked down out the window, his eyes following Noah's every move.
The car chirped as Noah pressed the unlock button. He eased the car out of the garage, the exhaust roaring as he fired it up, driving speedily and recklessly out the large mansion that was the pack house and hitting the road.
"Fucking idiots," he cursed under his breath, his hands clenching the steering wheel tightly. "They think they can wrap me around their damn fingers, telling me what to do." He scoffed. "Their father whored around to get a bastard son like me and I can't do the same? Miserable cunts."
Alpha Adolph had decided to "live a little" with his Beta, Kane after one of their meetings—the council of Alphas. Just like old times. He'd hooked up with a random woman in a moment of weakness after having one too many drinks and didn't think much about it. What was the possibility of it coming back to bite him in the ass? Fucking zero.
Life had other plans. Noah had shown up at the pack house 20 years later like he owned the place—a very bold boy with a wild look in his eyes—claiming the Alpha was his father.
The Luna, Eva, shocked at the audacity of this runt, hadn't taken it lightly. She had ordered the pack warriors to remove him from their territories and have him defanged and declawed for "vocal treason" as she had called it. Her fated mate and lover, the Alpha couldn't and didn't have any sexual relations with any other female other than her.
"It isn't possible. Right?" she had asked, her eyes searching her mate's own, her breath caught in her throat.
Her fears became heightened when Adolph didn't say a thing. He looked away instead. His sharp, blue eyes that glowed fiercely when he barked orders in the pack had dimmed a little, a dark shadow creeping in behind them like crawlers. Almost invisible but Eva knew him. She knew her mate. She knew this wolf whom she had given her youth. Whom she had given her all.
And so, a DNA test had been suggested.
The results ignited strife like wildfire in the pack house, threatening to consume the peace and quiet that once reigned in the pack. How could he? How could the Alpha cheat on his Luna? After everything they'd been through together!
"Don't let anyone in. Not even the Alpha," she had ordered the pack guards when she locked herself in her room. Imagine Adolph's shock when his own warriors turned on him, stopping him from seeing his Luna.
"Leave the door," he had growled but they wouldn't budge. Not an inch. Not one of them. Instead, they got ready to battle. They were willing to die carrying out the words of their Luna. And that was when it struck Adolph. They feared and respected him as their Alpha but they loved their Luna. If they were willing to sacrifice their lives for her—which surely would have been sacrificed because he could take them all on his own and they knew it—he definitely needed her on his side.
Eva had heard the commotion and came out before things got ugly. She knew what Adolph was capable of. She knew he would fight the warriors if she didn't. He'd kill them all if he had to. He could take them all on but not without sustaining life-threatening injuries. The thought of her mate being wounded by his own pack and in his own house didn't sit well with her. She found herself caring for a man who had betrayed her. She hated herself for loving him too much even when he had given her every reason to hate him.
Forgiveness? That was very difficult. Maybe the most difficult part of it all, especially as Noah, the very object of contention, the living proof of her mate's infidelity came to live with them under the same roof. His presence in the pack house tore at her heart, ripping it to shreds everytime she set her eyes on him—on his smug face that seemed to mock her.
"Killing him should be easy, Luna. I could help you with it. I know a lot about herbs… and… and spices that could…" her voice had trailed off as the Luna's eyes met hers. She had wrung her fingers nervously.
Eva's eyebrows had knitted together as she looked at the omega who had suggested it.
"Go on," she had said. "I'm listening."