The Alpha’s Redemption

"Sybil, come back." My aunt called out to me, but I was running, tears streaming down my eyes. I ran so fast that I hid quickly behind one of our pack pillars. 

"Sybil, please come out, " she begged. We can talk about this." 

But I remained in my hiding place until she eventually gave up. 

I dropped down to my knees and wept 

There were so many things I was: naughty, unruly, and unladylike. I fought with boys too much, and I was always caught stealing cookies before breakfast. 

My nanny Alice smacked my bottom whenever she caught me in any of my mischiefs, and I was forced to scrub the hideous boots of the wolf guards in our pack. 

But the last thing I had expected was the disgrace of the Fire Pack. 

My father was our pack's recorded seven hundred and fifty-third Alpha, my late mother was his wife, and I was the only child. 

My mother came from a rare and extinct wolf bloodline called the Fenrir. 

We are direct descendants of the goddess Selene.

My mother was the last surviving member of her clan. 

And then she had me, but my mother died when I was six. 

I was now the only surviving Fenrir wolf on the entire earth. 

My mother's people were supposedly blessed with power beyond limits. 

They never materialized in my mother, so there were so many expectations when she had me. 

But that all came crashing down on the day of my first transformation ceremony.

All my friends had turned to their wolves for the first time. 

My boyfriend, Ryan Towers of the Sun pack, also changed to his wolf. 

I transformed alright, but not what anyone was expecting. 

My wolf was hideous. The bones were bent, and one eye was larger than the other, which was barely even visible.

My hind and back legs were all disfigured, and the worst of all, I could not even howl. 

I was a crippled wolf. 

It is a disgusting abomination to our community and my family. 

I could see the embarrassment and the shame in my pack. 

So I had run away like the coward I was, my eighteenth birthday ruined and my heart broken. 

Hurled in a corner, crying like a sore loser. 

This was not how my fate was supposed to be. 

After a short while, I wiped my tears and heard the voices of my boyfriend and mate.

Ryan. 

He had promised me that he would always love me no matter what. 

We were meant to be together. 

He had come to look for me. 

I got up to my feet and followed his voice. 

I heard his voice getting closer as I rushed with tears of relief flowing down my cheeks. 

"Oh Ryan, you have no idea how happy I am to see-

I stopped short. 

There was my boyfriend grunting over and over as he fucked my best friend on a balcony.