My Alpha’s Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance by Moonlight Muse

2. Down By The Coast

I didn’t see them too often and I did feel a hint of hostility from the Alpha… I still remember when he asked what I was doing out there, how my carelessness had cost us all… “Come on, we better hurry before Theon realises we are no longer in the baths.” She giggled. Theon. That was someone else who treated me indifferently, the same as ever. The most emotion I saw on him was when he told me their fate… “You know, he’s going to get angry. Again.” I smirked, brushing away the thoughts that flooded my mind. “Oh well, you are one of the strongest people I know, in the last two months you have taken that to an entirely new level. He’ll know I’m safe.” She stated confidently. She was exaggerating. I was skilled, but I was by far one of the strongest. Charlene… what would I do without her? But it didn’t take long for someone to turn on me… Would I lose her too? Since my parent’s death, I had focused on working harder, and pushing myself to my limits. I was seventeen, but I still hadn’t gotten my wolf. Werewolves usually shifted at any age from thirteen, the latest recorded shift was at nineteen. But the average age was fourteen to sixteen for most wolves. Charlene had shifted at fifteen, and I was now seventeen, nearly eighteen with no sign of a shift happening. I know it was something that everyone talked about. I was the daughter of the Beta couple, I should have shifted by now. In the kingdom of Astalion, there were ten packs, with the centre and the largest territory belonging to King Andres, father of Charlene and the Alpha of the Silver Storm Pack. I knew the expectation of shifting and proving my worth to take the Beta position had only grown since my parents had passed away, but there was nothing that I could do to force it to happen. I just had to bide my time and wait for the shift. We walked through the bustling streets and past the lines of trees heading towards the coast. The sun was already low in the sky, and we would only have an hour at most. “Finally! Some space to breathe.” Charlene whispered as we headed down the rocky path. I didn’t blame her, things had been rather tense as of late and I knew there was something troubling her. If she wanted to share, she knew I was there for her, when she was ready to tell me. We reached our destination, and she smiled, slipping off her shoes and beginning to take her dress off. It was safe down this side, well, as long as we were gone by nightfall, that’s when the waters became a threat. The coast this close to Westerwell was for the most part not too bad, but the sea was the kingdom of a dark species and it was common knowledge not to linger anywhere close to the waters at night. I unzipped my boots, unbuttoned my leather pants and stripped them off, leaving the white shirt that I had tucked into my pants on, it only partially covered my derriere which was clad in tiny underwear. I was five feet seven, in comparison to Charlene’s five-foot-ten. For werewolves, I was slightly on the shorter side, and unlike Charlene who had a slender toned body, I had slightly curvier hips and an ass that had a little more fat than the average she-wolf. With double D breasts that made me appear more like an Omega at times, I was a little more conscious of stripping bare even though we were alone. Charlene was only in her lingerie and was already splashing