Broken Trust Lunas Awakening

REINA'S POV

Six years, I counted. Six long, agonizing years I held this secret from everyone. It was consuming me and now, I had made up my mind to tell.

As I approached my father's office, I saw Beta Daphne, a chubby looking woman with short blonde hair, storming out of his office, her face red with anger.

“Beta Daphne is my father in?” I asked firmly. She looked back at the door with a stern look and hesitated before responding.

Yes, he is,” she murmured with her head low, avoiding my gaze before exiting the gloomy hallway.

It probably wasn't a good time to see him, but I couldn't care less. My gaze fell upon the door as my heart raced, contemplating if I should tell him my secret or not. My thoughts were waging a war against me.

“Reina, please don't, they'll hunt us if they know.” My wolf, Minsi, begged as I sluggishly approached the door.

Through the years, I had learned to suppress my wolf, allowing me to maintain the charade: the wolf-less Alpha’s daughter.

“My father is the Alpha, Minsi,” I reminded her, “There's no way he'd let anyone hurt me.”

She moaned quietly and grew silent. I strongly doubted my own words too. My father, Alfie Grayson of the Moonlight pack, would probably be the first in line to hang me.

Six years ago, when I first shifted, Minsi had told me to keep her a secret. I couldn't even dare to breathe a word about her to anyone.

Her silver fur that glistened under the moonlight and deep blue eyes that shined brightly in the dark sent my heart pounding out of my chest the first night I saw her reflection in the lake.

Silver wolves were a rare breed bound by an ancient prophecy. I read once in the worn out pages of a book, that they were cursed and brought damnation to their pack. This led to their execution.

How was I to tell my pack that I was a silver wolf? But today, I wagered my life in the name of love, just so I could be with Arthur.

I confidently pushed the creaky door open and the pungent smell of old books and furniture hit me.

My father was sitting quietly, going through his cellphone. He didn't even bother to look at me, just like he never bothered to renovate his office.

“I do not accept giving me away just for a truce,” I confronted him, disrupting his quiet. “This isn't the old days. The old ways have been forgotten.”

“Reina, you had been forgotten,” he raised his head slightly, staring blankly into my eyes. He continued, “Until the truce was formed, you had been forgotten.”

I felt a sudden bone-crushing realization hit me; my father didn't love me.

“And this marriage is the only way to unite our Packs?” My voice inquired, almost giving way to violent sobs.

“What better way than marriage?” I heard my father whisper beneath his breath. Suddenly, he dropped his phone and, with his head high, he walked towards me. “You should be grateful you're my daughter, my flesh and blood. Gina would have been a better choice.”

Gina. My step sister, Gina. She was every wolf's dream mate, she wasn't my father's blood, but he sure as hell did treat her like one more than he ever treated me.

Most times, I didn't hold him responsible for this preference. Gina was everything I could only ever dreamed of being.

My head full of unremarkable long gray curls could never compare to her long dark mane that fell down to her waist like waterfalls.

Her piercing green eyes captured the hearts of everyone who gazed upon her.

At just sixteen, her red wolf, Ria, had already emerged, while everyone believed I was wolf-less.