Him [ A Werewolf Tale ]

When I was 13 years old, my entire family committed suicide, by driving full speed off a thirty foot bridge. Morbid, I know. Unfortunately, they deemed themselves unfit to live and ended it the only way they knew how. They had gotten themselves stuck in something deep and dark with a couple of the demons around our neighborhood and their contract was coming due. So at the age of only 13, I was left to fend myself and survive in a world full of vampires, werewolves, and demons. ~ My name is Claire Summers and my family had once ran one of the most powerful werewolf packs in North America. That is, however, only because of a contract held by a certain grey eyed demon. Since my parents died, I have been shunned. Disowned by everyone and unwanted in every sense. For the first time in my life I was completely and utterly alone. Until I met him


29. Chapter 25 | I Can't Find My Mommy...

Chapter 25

I pull away from him, my lips tingling slightly. His eyes are dark and he abruptly gets to his feet. My heart falls to the pit of my stomach and I am positive that this was all a facade. He never truly cared, he couldn't have. Shortly after, all those worries fly away when his face morphs into a heart shattering grin and reaches out a hand to help me from the floor. I return the smile as I take his hand, hoisting myself to my feet. As we start towards the door, I mistakenly allow my eyes to glance at the hardwood floor. My stomach churns and I empty the contents of it a few paces away from Stephanie's head. 

Placing my hands on my knees, I remain in my crouched position until a warm hand lands on my lower back. 

"You okay, sweetheart?" Alex whispers in my ear, rubbing my book soothingly. 

Swallowing hard, I clamp my eyes shut. I shake my head, "No."

"I'll get rid of it." he huffs, standing to his feet and stepping halfway out the door. 

"I need a body to be cleaned up immediately." he orders, gruffly. 

"What do I do with it once it is cleaned up, Alpha?" the guard mutters. 

Breathing heavily, I lean back and slump onto the floor fully. 

"Burn it, discard of it, I really don't care. Just....get rid of it. NOW!" he barks, before turning back into the room and taking a hold of my hand. 

"You can't just throw her body away!" I gasp. 

"Yes I can. I do it all the time. It's fine, Claire. There's really nothing to worry about." he shrugs, before grasping my hand forcefully. 

Standing up and stepping away from him, I cross my arms over my chest. 

"You do it all the time?" I raise an eyebrow.

A sigh leaves his lips and he smirks slightly, "Sweetheart this is Westwood." 

"That doesn't mean anything!" I yelp, "Just because you're Westwood and you kill everyone you can get you hands on does not mean you can't grant someone a proper burial."

"We don't do that here." he shakes his head, his face stony. 

"Well they deserve it as human beings." I demand. 

He looks up at the ceiling and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

"We give worthy people a warrior's goodbye. We don't do funerals." he snaps, before storming out of the room. 

"Alexander!" I screech, "You can't just walk away from me like that!" 

"Claire, there is nothing that I can do. I have said that many times now. She is a woman, a traitor. There is nothing I can do." he spits, turning on his heel. 

"Oh, no, no, no. You do not get to walk away from me like that." I growl, gripping his elbow. 

He glares back at me before waltzing down the hallway. 

"What is that supposed to mean, Alex? She's a traitor, yes, but why did you have to mention that she was a woman?" I screech, jogging after him.

Once again he spins on his heel, giving me a nasty glare, "Westwood has never had a ceremony for a woman. We didn't have one for my mother or any other woman in this pack and I'm not going to do that for her."

Raising an eyebrow, I say, "So what about me then? When I die, am I just gonna be thrown in the dumpster?"

His eyes flare with anger and he snaps, "You damn well know the answer to that question."

I am left speechless and my eyes fill with tears. Looking down at the ground, I hear him sigh.

"That's not what I meant. Well... yes it is, but you took it the wrong way." he whispers, placing his hand on my chin.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I croak, turning my head back away from him.

"It means that I would never do that to you. You know that." he says softly, nudging his hand back under my chin.

"I don't know that though!" I yelp, stepping away from him.

"Yes you do, Cl-"

"No! I don't." I interrupt him, "I don't know anything with you anymore! You're so frustrating and.....and bipolar. One minute you're kissing me and then the next your screaming at someone else!"

"It was my guard! I have to be superior!" he yells, rolling his eyes.

"Fine, you can be superior all you want, but that doesn't change the fact that I can't stop being scared of you!" I shout, taking another step back.

"You're scared of me?" he whispers, a frown playing on his lips.

"Of course I'm scared!" I snap, "You locked me in a dungeon because of something I couldn't even control!"

"You know damn well why I did that!" he shouts.

"The point is, Alex, is that I can't trust you yet. So if you can't at least give her the chance of a burial and hell I don't even care if no one knows about it. If you just bury her body in the woods, I'm fine with that. But I can't even begin to trust you until I am positive that you won't do the same thing that you just did to her." I say, gritting my teeth.

His face contorts into an expression of uncertainty. The guard steps out of the room with, what I assume is Stephanie's body, wrapped in a curtain.

"Drop her." Alex spits.

"I beg your pardon?" the guard questions, looking accusingly over at me. 

"I said drop her." he barks.

My eye brows raise to the point where they are nearly hidden in my hairline. The guard silently lowers Stephanie to the floor and throws me a glare. In a second, he is up against the wall with Alex pressing a hand against his throat.

Sighing, I lean back against the wall behind me.

"Do you want to end up like her?" Alex growls, gesturing at Stephanie.

"No." the terrified guard whimpers.

"Then you do not disrespect your Luna. Whether it is in my presence or not you are treat her like your Queen. Do you understand me?" he orders.
The guard frantically nods his head.

"Alex, let him go." I demand.


"He deserves the pain, Claire. By disrespecting you, he disrespects me. And do you want to disrespect me little boy?" Alex roars.

"I really hope you know that this isn't getting you anywhere with our little issue of trust." I shrug, turning towards the kitchen.

As I near the door, the sound of the guards body sliding to the floor with a groan can be heard. Footsteps follow after me.

"Then what will?" Alex asks, his eyes nearly turning back to normal.

"Prove to me that I can trust you. Show me that you won't treat me like anyone else." I say.

"Well, if you think about it I already am." Alex shrugs.

Rolling my eyes, I sigh, "Don't do that. All I'm asking is for you to prove to me that I shouldn't  be scared of you."

"Okay." he nods, "I can do that."

A smile slips onto my face at his words.

"Now stay here. I'll be right back." he mutters, walking back to his office.

I go over to the end of the hallway by the living room and lean against the wall, watching all the various bodies moving around. Some are drinking and some are falling over furniture. I had almost forgotten about the pool party that was supposed to be happening. I was so caught up in the chaos caused by Stephanie. Looking for any familiar faces, I start to think of how well things have gone tonight, minus the very obvious negative that is Stephanie. To be honest, I feel bad for her. She was crazy and such a bitch, but I still don't think that she deserved this. None the less, it happened and no matter how much it bothers me, I can't go back now to stop it.

Taking a few more steps into the living room, I spot a small girl sitting by the couch with her head bowed. Furrowing my eyebrows, I disregard Alex's warning and go over to her.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I ask the small child.

She lifts up her small head and I gasp. The little girl, who I now know is Wren, has tear filled eyes and looks as if she had been crying for a while.

"I can't f-find m-my mommy." she hiccups.

"Oh sweetie." I sigh, guilt and regret filling in my heart, "Come on. Lets take you to daddy."

She lets out a small whimper that breaks my heart, as I put my hands under her tiny arms and lift her into the air. Wren wraps her arms around my neck and rubs her face against my cheek.

Tears fill my eyes at the thought of what happened to this poor girl's mother. She would be crushed. Memories flash through my mind. Memories of my family and I, my mother and I. I had never had the opportunity to experience a lot with her, but the things that I had experienced, were the best moments of my childhood. 

"Where is my mommy?" Wren cries.

"She had to go away for little while baby." I whisper as I rub her back.

"Where did she go?" she sniffles, leaning back to look at me.

"She had an emergency at home. She had to go." I answer, continuing to Alex's office.

"And she didn't take me?!" she screeches, wiggling in my arms.

"Calm down sweetie. She said she wanted to give you more time with your daddy." I reply, rubbing her back again.

"She's gone?" the little girl sobs, wrapping her arms around my neck again.

"She'll be back soon." I lie straight through my teeth.

Once we get to the door, I sit her down beside it. Stephanie's body is no longer laying in the hallway and I let out a relieved sigh. All I needed was to have to explain to a little girl why there were curtains in the shape of a human sitting outside her daddy's office door.

"Wait here okay, Sweetheart? I'm going to get daddy." I tell her.

She silently nods her head, tears still streaming down her rosy cheeks.

Letting out a final sigh, I open the door and walk through. Alex is on the phone and looks up at me as I enter. Holding up a finger, he quickly finishes his conversation before hanging up the phone and turning towards me.

"I thought I told you to stay in the living room?" he raises a brow.

"We have a problem." I blurt.

Getting up from his chair, he walks around his desk.
"Which is?" he sighs.

"Your daughter is standing in the hallway crying her eyes out because she can't find her mommy." I whisper, tears building in my eyes.

"Shit." he growls, "I didn't think of that."

"Please don't get mad, but I told her that Stephanie had to go home and she thought that it was best to leave her here, so she could spend time with her daddy. She bought it and she wants you. Can I bring her in?" I explain, crossing my fingers, hoping he won't explode.

"You watched over her?" he says softly.

"For a while." I nod, "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, I understand completely that, that isn't my place. I was just trying to help."

He lets out a chuckle and slides his hands onto my cheeks, giving my lips a light peck, "Thank you. And on that note I do want to say from now on, what's mine is yours, including all of my business. So thank you for taking care of my daughter even when you didn't have to."

I smile slightly, "Of course. She is waiting outside. Do you want me to bring her in?"

He sighs, looking around the room, before nodding his head, "Yeah."

Heading to the door, I open it quietly sticking my head out. Wren is curled in on her self, her tiny body shaking with sobs.

"Come on, Wren. Daddy wants to see you now." I tell her and she immediately shoots up, pushing past me.

"Daddy!" she cries, throwing herself into his arms.

He takes a deep breath into her hair and whispers, "It'll be okay, baby. Mommy will be back soon."

Tears spring to my eyes again at the scene. For a few minutes, Alex and Wren stay in the same position, until Wren pulls away.

"She's gone. Isn't she?" she whimpers.

"No baby, of course. She'll always be with you." Alex reassures her.
"No she won't. She's gone." Wren sniffles, wiping her tears.

"Don't say that baby girl. Mommy will come back. You have to be positive." Alex smiles sadly.

"No! I mean it daddy! Mommy's gone and she's never coming back! It's just like before!" the little girl yells.

"Just like before?" I interject, kneeling beside her.

She nods her little head and cries, "She left me alone a little while ago. She didn't come back for a while and she left me with these men. They were nice to me and never bad, but I heard them talking and they said that if she came here she would leave forever."

"Oh baby." Alex sighs, wrapping his arms around his little girl.

"She's never coming back, Daddy. You're all I have now." she whimpers, burying her head into Alex's neck.


        Surprise, Surprise little ones. ;)
        I finally had enough time to get another chapter out, so I hope you all enjoy. And maybe, just maybe, another chapter will be out tomorrow. ;)

        Also, I just wanted to say, thank you guys so much for understanding about my absence. I absolutely hated that I couldn't update, but thankfully my workload has lightened slightly. Also, thank you guys so much for your support with this book it absolutely warms my heart knowing that you guys like it!!
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