Page 11 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince
“Right,” Harmony says dryly.
“Who takes after Dad?” Steve wants to know as he hurries down the staircase. He is dressed in his sports attire, probably heading to training. He’s started contributing a lot to the pack recently. He was always one of the taller guys, even as a teen, and now that he’s turned eighteen and started training his wolf, he is showing a few nice muscles. I can’t deny that Steve is going to be handsome and strong, but since he’s Harmony’s little brother, I feel like he’s become my little brother too.
“You,” Harmony chuckles.
Steve laughs. “And here I thought I looked like Mom.”
“I’m talking about our strength,” Brian splutters. “About our fighting abilities. Our fantastic looks…” He pauses. “No, scratch the last part. Rosalee is hotter than I am.” He wiggles his brows suggestively, making me chuckle and his kids groan.
Eventually, all of us head off, though not without him tearfully hugging Harmony and complaining that he hasn’t seen Annie for so long and that she should do something about it and invite Annie over.
“That’s typical Dad,” Steve says in an amused tone towards us once we are outside.
“He’s so nice, though,” I point out. My father is nice too, but he has never been as warm as Brian. Dad barely hugged me growing up and rarely showed interest in my worries. He was too caught up in his own sorrow after losing my mother and brother.
“He is,” Steve laughs. “But on the rare occasion he gets pissed, he truly is scary. Believe me, I know it.”
“He really does know,” Harmony says in a matter-of-fact tone. “Guess who was the rebellious kid?”
“I was not rebellious,” Steve hurries to say and suddenly sounds like Brian, much to my amusement. “I was just testing my limits.”
I raise my eyebrows while Harmony narrows her eyes. “That’s exactly what being rebellious means,” she states.
Before Steve can retort, I put a stop to their quarrel. “It’s time we take our leave, Harmony. Steve, better go to your training or you will be late. Garret is leading the training today, and he tends to make everyone run extra rounds when they arrive late.”
“Goddess, I know! Thank you, Alpha!” He waves us goodbye before hurrying away.
“Let’s get going,” I tell Harmony. We undress behind a few trees, away from prying eyes, before shifting into our wolves. Harmony’s wolf is dark-brown, strong, and quite intimidating, bigger than most she-wolves. My own wolf, Danica, is huge, as is usual for an alpha wolf, with strong limbs and muscles, and she is all white with silver eyes. It’s rare for wolves to be completely white, especially alphas, who tend to have black fur or at least dark brown. Being a white alpha may be unusual, but hey, I’m a female alpha reigning over a pack. I know how to do unusual.
Danica always looks so ethereal,Harmony links me as we run through the forest.She is such a kick-ass wolf.
I can feel how pleased Danica is by Harmony’s honestly meant praise and admiration. She is not one to praise constantly, so her words always mean something.I’m still trying to understand why she is all white.
I don’t think it’s a problem, though.Harmony points out.You are both crazily strong. Rare doesn’t mean bad.
I know.I feel at peace with what I am. I love my wolf dearly. She is my biggest support system, and I can always rely on her strength.I just want to know more about what it means.
Maybe Liam and Annie can help you? As a lycan, Liam knows a lot about wolves. Oh, or you could ask his brother who is living in his pack… Marius?
I can’t help it. A growl leaves Danica’s mouth when she hears his name. I can feel how Harmony, or rather, her wolf tenses up. She is silent for a moment before she speaks up again.Alpha…
Yes?
Another pause.I just wanted to… wait, there is Marcel.
A part of me is curious about what she wanted to ask me, but another part is just relieved that Marcel interrupted us. His wolf is on the bigger side for a beta wolf. I assume somewhere in his family lineage there is alpha blood involved. He is promising indeed, and with the right training, he’ll be really good. I pick up my pace and start properly running, Danica’s large paws barely touching the ground. Sometimes it feels like I’m flying. Harmony is right behind me. Out of all the warriors, she is the fastest. She’s not as bulky as the others, more athletic, even in her wolf form. It works to her advantage sometimes. Marcel is slower but somehow manages to keep up.
If I wanted to, I could easily outrun them both. No one’s ever been as fast as Danica. It’s one of the gifts I was blessed with. The other is a strategic mind. It sounds boring, but it becomes extremely handy in my position. Wherever I go, wherever I am, my first instinct is to take notice of any possible dangers and various escape routes and estimate the strength of those around me. My mind plays through each scenario, making it easy to analyze any situation and opponent.
We are on the outskirts of the border when Danica’s sharp senses catch something. Is it a scent? The hint of a sound? I’m not sure, but I halt instantly, making the other two stop alongside me.
Alpha?Marcel links me, sounding apprehensive.What’s wrong?
I growl at him to shut up, focusing my senses on what I just… felt. I thought it was a scent first, but now that I think of it, it’s more like a feeling, a sixth sense. I block out all the noises around me, just focusing on how the ground feels beneath my feet and how my body moves with the wind. I’m one with the forest all of a sudden. I allow my senses to take over and lead me further along the border. I stop right before a river that crosses my pack’s land. With one leap, I swiftly jump over it, finally reaching my destination.
I turn to face the other two, who have been silently following me.Come here!I order.
They swiftly follow. Once they reach me, we all shift back into our human forms, and Marcel hands us long shirts to dress in. He’s been carrying a bag of clothes attached to one of his legs this whole time. The shirts cover the most important parts of our bodies. Marcel grabs himself a pair of pants out of the bag to wear.
