The Alpha and The Vigilante novel Chapter 20

I felt guilty, knowing I would never give him that. Nevertheless, I nodded.

"How many wolves have you killed?" He asked, and I was shocked by the abrupt change in topics.

I shrugged, and texted him: I'm not sure, a couple hundred, probably.

His eyes popped out of his head. I was sure that he had killed just as many, if not more. "Hundreds of wolves challenged you for the Gamma position?" He asked.

I realized my mistake. He didn't know I snuck out of territories to kill rogues. Oh well, too late to go back now.

I texted him: I would sneak out of my pack territory early every morning and kill rogues I found.

He raised his eyebrows at my text, and didn't respond for a moment. He reached out towards my face, and it took everything in my power not to flinch away from him. He ran his finger down my eye, and said, "Is that how you ended up with all of these scars and not being able to talk?" I nodded, knowing I didn't need to text a response.

He pulled me into his lap, and I flinched at the sudden movement. "Don't be afraid of me, pup," he coaxed me, stroking my hair. This time, when he called me pup, it wasn't with malice and condescension, but with affection and adoration. "I promise, those burns on your hands will be the last time I ever harm you. I just needed to get you to listen without trying to stab me."

I didn't say anything, and just allowed him to hold me, stroke my hair, and coo into my ear contentedly. "I'm sorry you have gone through so much in the other pack. You never should have been Gamma."

I stared at him, offended. "Not that you aren't a good Gamma. You're the strongest Gamma I've ever seen, and even stronger than most Betas I've encountered. It really is quite interesting. But what I meant was, females should be staying at home with pups and taking care of the home. Not out fighting battles."

I was deeply offended by his sexist remarks, but didn't mess up my plan by contradicting him. I texted him: I don't mind the scars. I liked being Gamma. It was my purpose.

"Soon," Alpha Cain began, rubbing my stomach, "You'll have another purpose."

He has no idea who he's dealing with.

The next week went by in agonizing slowness. I woke up every morning alone in bed, despite always falling asleep with the Blood Alpha next to me. Alpha Cain left early every morning to go do whatever Alpha duties he had for the day, and would be back around the time the pack came over for dinner.

Alpha Cain agreed that it would be best to wait to introduce me to pack until I was Marked, so I stayed upstairs while the Pack was eating, and Alpha Cain would bring me up a plate of food. Once he Marked me, I would be able to communicate with them. He didn't know that I had no intention of ever meeting them, much less being Marked by him.

The first day the Alpha was gone, I spent the day exploring the Pack House. Once I found the library, I spent the rest of my days reading random books. The Blood Moon pack is significantly older than Red Crescent, so they had a much larger collection of old books, most of which containing old pack traditions.

Since of course the Alpha didn't trust me enough to be alone all day, he had Delta Carter and three other warriors guarding me in the Pack House all day. The three warriors guarded the perimeter of the house, and Delta Carter followed me wherever I went in the house, with the exception of the bathroom. One time, I made the mistake of taking too long of a shower, and Carter frantically banged on the door until I knocked back on the wall to let him know I hadn't escaped. I suspected the Alpha had threatened him and maybe even beat him after I had escaped on his watch the last time. If the Alpha had beaten him, Carter certainly didn't hold any grudge against me- he was chattier than ever.

Carter talked nonstop any moment we didn't spend in the library, and although I was annoyed by it, I quickly grew used to it. In accordance with my plan, I was polite to him and sometimes even texted responses to his questions on my newly acquired cell phone.