Chapter 61

Helen POV

I followed my mate to the clearing of the field just outside my father’s pack. We were watching specifically for the Alpha King on visit, or that horrible Scott hanging out near my parents.

It’s hard to accept that they loved him more than me, their own flesh and blood. It never mattered, though. When they saw us as fated mates, they saw Scott as their son, and Diana as his wife.

Fuck what the moon goddess intended, I guess.

Justin’s Lycan is calm, which is nice to see in a moment like this. We peer across the valley, watching Randy’s wolf stalk slowly in place, waiting for a sight of my father to come into view. The last few times we have been on look-out have been unsuccessful.

My father had bunkered himself into the house. When he leaves, that will be when we strike.

Justin’s Lycan leaned into my wolf’s neck, running his claws through my thick, matted fur. Being a Snow White now, I was scared of drawing too much attention, but more so afraid of the respect this coat would bring me.

Up until everyone would see it’s just me. Helen, the Alpha’s daughter who was a reject of the family, of her first mate, and basically from society.

I shifted into my mortal form, collapsing into the grass while my nerves had overrun my mind.

“What’s going on in your head, mate?”

I rattled within, the walls crumbling, the ceiling folding overhead. Fuck; everything aches. “Why would they want to be in a pack where I am their Luna?”

“Because you are best suited for the job, of course,” he said, kissing my cheek. The warmth of his lips settled my panic but not enough for me to feel comfortable with this idea. “You are strong, Helen. There’s not a wolf out there that stands a chance against you.”

“Except Scott,” I murmured. “He had me in chains all week. Beat me and made me sleep on the floor. I was nothing but a whipped puppy.”

“You’re my Luna,” he said, fighting to stay pinned on our task, not on the fact that Scott tormented me. “You are brave and strong and everything every other Luna wished they could be.”

“I only can imagine that confidence,” I admitted. “I don’t think that’s who I am.”

Justin’s bare hand rested on my wrist, his other pointing toward my father’s village below. “I guess we will find out, little wolf.”

I shifted back at the sight of my moth and father leaving the pack, Scott leaning on the railing of the front porch. He would watch the pack that one day would be his completely, but an Alpha without a Luna isn’t going to work well.”

Justin ran his hand down my face, brushing me in an attempt to calm me down but it was increasingly more difficult as time led onward. I didn’t want to recruit anyone for our pack.

I wanted to bite a hole in Scott’s neck so he would bleed out at my feet.

Justin’s Lycan had the same plan, waiting until my parent’s were too far away to just turn around and return to the pack. He descended with Randy, circling the middle of the town square where wolves stood in stunned amazement at the sight of The Last Lycan.

No one challenged him, thankfully, but I could see Scott watching on with a mix of concern and anger.

I charged toward him instead, needing to settle this feeling in my chest. I wouldn’t sleep right until I had my shot at hurting him. Justin and Randy had already started addressing wolves in the town square, convincing them to leave my father’s rule.

My plan wasn’t to hurt their hunt for pack wolves to join us, but I wasn’t sure if fighting Scott would make things better or worse. It didn’t matter though, I ran forward, faster than I’ve ever run.

I could only see the haze of my wedding day, standing there in my wedding dress and the wedding party watching on while the officiant married my fated mate to my sister.

Then I saw him in the Alpha King’s jail, tormenting me through the bars, knowing I couldn’t fight back from where I was sat.

It was the week after the wizard incident that had really been pumping through my head. He had them specifically use Justin cheating on me to weaken my nerves so I would be detained easier.

I felt that pain before and Scott knew it hurt me when he did it. He wanted to watch me suffer a second time, even in a false scene of a vision.

We clashed in the street.

Wolves had surrounded us in anticipation of the fight, Scott baring his teeth as he lunged for my neck, trying to cut me out of this battle so early on. I refused to let this continue, though. I wouldn’t let Scott win anymore.

I was happy no one tried to stop us. I would kill everyone just to get the chance to wound Scott.

It’s his turn, after all. I’ve experienced nothing but pain and rejection my whole life and as my fated mate, he could have changed all of that and he didn’t. He fit right in with my parents and bratty sister.

He would pay for it in blood.

I sank my fangs into his hind leg, pressing so hard I could feel his leg break in my mouth. It was gruesome and bloody and filthy to think about, but I stopped thinking a long time ago.

He reared back, kicking myself from my locked muzzle. I was sure I felt a tooth of mine break in the thrashing but it wasn’t too terrible of a pain to keep me from fighting forward.

Scott charged for my back, trying to claw into my fur but I moved too quickly, like dodging the fangs of the mountain lion I had killed earlier in the week. I wasn’t going to let that cat win, so neither will Scott.

He won’t even get the satisfaction of my blood in his mouth.

I pressed my claws into his neck, pressing him into the dirt below me. He wiggled around senselessly, thrashing and fighting and even biting at the air. It was too hilarious to watch but it was so real.

Real and well receptive to Joy. He has finally known what it’s like to be kicked into the ground then kicked more just for the humiliation and agony of it.

The wolves of the pack had started to see it now, watching their future Alpha crumble at a Snow White she wolf. He was doing more pitching for leaving this pack than my own mate and his Beta had been doing.

It worked out too well.

Scott finally shifted back, covered in bloody wounds and bruises in the making. I did the same, taking my foot off his neck so he could inhale sharply. The wolves had begun to cheer, to yell out their glee in this moment, but when they saw it was me as the Snow White, the crowd went silent.

“Useless,” Scott said through the blood bubbling in his mouth and drooling down his punctured neck. “No matter you’re coat, they still see you as the useless mutt of your Alpha father.”

I swallowed his words and looked around me at the confused, disappointed looking crowd. He was right after all. They were happy to see Scott be taken down by a female wolf, by a pure coated wolf, but just not as me.

They despised me no matter my victories.