Page 7 of A Chance at Redemption for the Alpha
The Party That Changed my Life
*MARCELLUS*
The party is a huge success, which doesn’t surprise me. The pack’s excited to celebrate their future alphas turning eighteen, and Mom has made sure to involve everyone. It’s crazy, and although I didn’t want such a huge event at first, I admit I’m having fun.
Even Dad is in an incredibly good mood, and both of us managed to talk without arguing. That’s an amazing step for us. Beta Floyd jokes around with us, and is so much more like I remember him from when we were kids and he hadn’t trained us yet.
At one point, Eugene and I split up so we can chat to our own friends. Eugene was in the hockey and baseball clubs in school,together with some other guys from the pack, and has a huge circle of friends. I’m not the club guy, but when Dad didn’t shut up about how I have to choose one, I went to the book club just to piss him off. It was a small club, and reading turned into a real hobby for me.
I’m not as popular as Eugene, but I have my own little group of friends. Elliot and Jacob, two guys I’ve known since primary school, and Florence, a girl from the book club whodidn’twant to go out with me. I found it kind of cool how she rejected me, and we became friends.
“This party is wild,” Flo says. She hates her full name, Florence, which I can fully sympathize with as someone who is called Marcellus.
“Happy birthday, Marc.” Elliot clasps my shoulder with a bright grin.
“It’s too early to wish a happy birthday,” Jacob says. “Bad luck, you know?”
“Technically, it’s in half an hour,” I grin. “So, I’d say it counts.”
“Your brother and Olive are pretty serious, huh?” Flo asks as she gazes towards Eugene. He has his arm around Olive’s waist, while she whispers something into his ear. They kiss each other before Olive leaves him with his friends and joins some of her own.
“Looks like it,” I say, not sure what else to say. I think Flo has a crush on Eugene, but I know he doesn’t reciprocate, which makes me feel for her, as she is my friend.
“Marcellus!” Mom calls out towards me and waves. “It’s almost midnight.”
I turn to my friends. “Time for the show,” I chuckle. “See you later.”
“Hopefully, you will find your hot mate the moment the clock strikes midnight,” Elliot jokes.
Flo hugs me. “Happy birthday,” she says with a smile.
I wave at them and hurry to my brother and parents. Dad does most of the talking, saying how much he loves us and how proud he is, and that he will slowly give us more responsibilities around the pack, and that he knows we will be working well together.
While he talks, I can feel Amos getting stronger and more present in my mind, more aware. It’s like the power surges through me all of a sudden. Finally, he has his full strength! There is something else, though, a heavenly scent lingering in the air, making my head spin and Amos restless.
I can barely wait for Dad to wrap up his speech and for Mom to say a few words. Everyone claps and cheers for us. I try to put up a smile and pretend I’m enjoying this, while all I want is to leave and follow this scent.
Once my parents are done and the guests go back to partying, I finally dash away, scanning the room for wherever the scent is coming from. It’s still lingering in the air, but whoever it belongs to isn’t here anymore.
Follow it!Amos demands.
Don’t worry, that’s the plan!I reassure him.
Amos’ senses are on alert. It’s amazing how much stronger he is now that we are eighteen. Soon, he leads me outside. We follow the scent around the packhouse, and there she is. She is standing there, clad in the darkness of the night, with her back to me.
Mate!Amos exclaims
My senses start to make my head spin, and all I can do is run towards that girl and wrap my arms around her from behind. “Mine!” I growl.
Amos is in seventh heaven to be so close to our mate. She smells like freshly cut lemons, a scent I’ve always loved. It takes me a while to realize, though, that she hasn’t said anything yet. Instead, she has gone stiff in my arms. Did I do something wrong? Maybe I scared her by hugging her? Shoot, I’ve alwaysbeen impulsive. Saying hello first and asking for her name would have been the better first impression.
It’s when she turns around to look at me, and I finally see her face, that it hits me like lightning. “O… Olive?!”
She has tears in her eyes when she looks at me, her gaze turning from me to someone behind me. “Eugene…” she mutters.
Eugene? I’m Marcellus. My head is spinning so much. I have no idea what she is talking about. It’s only when she pushes me away and steps towards whoever is behind me that realization hits me.
“I didn’t want this, Eugene,” she blurts out. “He just came at me.”
