Alpha Divided (Alpha Girl Book 3)

“What, indeed.”


“This is what I mean,” Sebastian said. His thick German accent turned the ‘w’ to a ‘v’ sound.

The staring made me calm down a little. “Sorry.” I paused. That was a lie. “I’m not really all that sorry.” I crossed my arms, waiting for someone to address the real issue at hand.

“What he did was bad. Yes, inexcusable. But there are exceptions to every rule, and we agreed that you were the exception,” Sebastian said. “That’s why Donovan and I came to see you. If there had been a need for all of this, we would’ve said so then. We would’ve called the Tribunal and made an example of the two of you, but instead we found you. Your bond with him was weaker then, but even so, we suspected what would happen if it were to strengthen.”

I swallowed. Sebastian’s calm words got rid of most of my anger, but all I was left with was fear. “Do I need to be worried about this? Beyond whatever Luciana is going to say? Be honest.”

“Maybe,” Sebastian said. “If you’d gone through with the ceremony yesterday, then no. But now…”

It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. The panic made it hard to breathe. My chest was so tight that it felt like an elephant was sitting on it. At least he was finally being upfront with me. “So, what’s next?”

“We’re all behind you, but I’ve a feelin’ that the Hoels will be a problem. That the coven will be a bigger problem. But we’re all behind you,” Donovan said. “Except Ferdinand. He’s been causing problems.”

“Ferdinand?”

“One of the Seven.”

I looked around the room. I’d made a really great first impression on the old man. His skin was so wrinkled that he looked a little like a Shar Pei. His eyes were bloodshot, giving him a sickened look. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t doing well. Something was wrong with him.

“This is Muraco, another member of the council of Seven,” Mr. Dawson said with a small smile.

Oh, that was just fantastic. I’d flipped out in front of one of the guys who would be deciding my fate. I stared at him for a moment before looking back at Mr. Dawson. “What can I do?”

“What do you want?”

“To stay here. To be with Dastien. For everyone to leave me alone.”

I suddenly realized why Muraco being so visibly old was so shocking. I’d never seen an old-looking Were. They always seemed young despite whatever their ages were. But Muraco looked ancient, and his skin reeked of leather and tobacco.

He leaned forward over the table and it was like everyone paused as we waited to hear what he would say.

“No one with any amount of power will ever be left alone. You might’ve seen it before you moved this way. Humans were drawn to you. Maybe not in the way you would’ve hoped, but they didn’t leave you alone, did they? And the second Dastien saw you, he couldn’t leave you alone. You can’t walk into a room without everyone looking at you. It will always be that way. More so now that you’re both alpha and witch. You will be a magnet for all things. The sooner you accept that, the happier you’ll be.” Muraco coughed, hacking loudly. I found myself holding my breath, waiting for the noise to stop.

Sebastian handed him a glass of water. “Here you go, old friend.”

Muraco downed the water, and then cleared his throat. “But keeping you with your mate, that is something that we should be able to achieve.”

I let out the breath I’d been holding. “Okay.” For whatever reason, I trusted him—maybe it was the age or the aura of wisdom around him. “Okay,” I said again, as I let his words sink in.

The book had been pretty clear about the rules. No exceptions. It contradicted what everyone else had said, but three of the Seven were saying that I was the exception to the inexcusable act: turning an innocent who hadn’t been approved by the pack. The abomination was punishable by death in all cases. Sometimes both people involved were killed, but the biter was always executed.

There was nothing worse than ignorance. I swore I’d read every book I could about the coven and the pack. I couldn’t be left in the dark anymore. Sure, for a while my ignorance had been pardonable. It’d been more than I could do to adjust to this new life. But that time had passed.

Dastien stood from the table, still holding the book I’d thrown at him.

I’m sorry, I said through our bond as he crossed the room to me.

No. I’m the one who’s sorry. I haven’t forgotten that this is all happening because of me.

“Is it really, though? Is it really all happening because of you? Or is it because of me?”

Muraco waved his hand through the air. “People do what they do. We’re all responsible for our own actions. Now, we should go over what you’re going to say tonight.”