The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 70

Chapter 70 “No way…” Weston mumbled, pressing his face closer to the glass. He curved his hands over his eyes, trying hard to squint. “Is that the Greyhound insignia?” My eyebrows shot up. Greyhound was here? My thoughts wandered over to the identity of Alpha Selene Crestfield. The adoptive daughter of Meredith Crestfield. She was a mysterious one. Most didn’t even know her first name, but being rank one doesn’t happen by luck. Still, even with my prestigious information team, there wasn’t much I could gather. Meredith Crestfield was not to be taken lightly. She strayed away from social events, didn’t get involved in other packs, she was solely focused on her own pack. Kind of like me. Some say she’s as sweet as honey. Others say she’s worse than the devil. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I felt a slight smirk tug up my lips. If by chance the Alpha had personally come here, it would seem like my attendance to this meeting wasn’t so pointless now. Getting a look first hand of this notorious she wolf would serve me well. Sliding the van door open, I stepped out. The soil and gravel releasing a satisfying crunch under my shoes. Immediately, all the wolves that were outside bowed their heads. My wolf’s presence alone even without intentionally releasing my dominance was enough to alert them of the dangers my wolf and I posses. It was pin drop silent. I walked on, surprised that the Alpha wasn’t here to greet me and admittedly, a little irked at the fact. So much for pleasantries. Weston who had asked for directions soon walked by my side with his hands clasped behind him. The man he had asked directions for had directed us to going to the large building.

Said that the Alpha’s office was at the second floor. The warriors we had brought with us stayed behind, safe guarding the van and watching out for possible attackers. Do you think the Hellhound is pretty? My eyes cut coldly to Weston who immediately slapped a hand over his mouth as if he had said it out loud. A slight snarl slipped through my lips but I managed to reign in the weight of it. He flinched, submitting with his head down out of instinct before casting me a strange look. A look that questioned me about my defensive reaction. I couldn’t understand it myself. My wolf’s emotions surged forward with vicious growls leaving him. His fur was ruffled body posture, predatory. His eyes were narrowed, tail and ears up in alert of the threat. Threat? Weston was a threat? Thankfully, I was quite good at keeping a straight face because surely in the inside, I was confused as f uck. There was no killing intent in Weston so why in the Goddess’ name was he acting so defensive for? My wolf was not only acting completely out of character but now he’s trying to attack my pack members too? My own Beta? I frown and me ntally tighten my hold on him. He thrashed around, growling louder with resistance but I kept him down. Keep walking. I tell Weston, ignoring his previous question. I felt a tinge of something… heavy inside of me. Something that made me feel bound. Like I was wrapped around in silver and chained to the walls. It was an odd sensation, and it all revolved around her. Selene Crestfield. A woman I only knew of by name. Never once meeting or seeing. I wondered what she looked like. What she was like. What she liked. Was she like what the rumors said of her? Was she completely different? Were there any truth behind them? Was it all fabricated

lies? My wolf pondered with me, his earlier rage forgotten about once he started thinking of the faceless silhouette we had in mind of her. No matter how many times I tried building an image of her, I couldn’t. I knew nothing of her. No physical description of any sort. It was slightly intriguing and all the more exciting. I felt my palm twitch. Like a game of chase. I was chasing after information of this almost phantom being and never coming close to getting even a pinch of information on her. Greyhound didn’t attend any pack meetings with the Chancellor, but I knew they’ve met. It would be impossible for her to have become Alpha without meeting him. The blood oath with her Beta and Gam ma would require his presence. It’s not like anyone could force her into agreeing into a meeting. Surely she had a few invitations, but she rejected all of them. I couldn’t exactly go up to Williams and ask about her either. He was mean to be a mediator and not to be biased over any pack. Very much like myself, Selene never attended those annoying Gala’s either. The Gala’s that only served to flaunt the packs’ riches through luxury goods and designer clothing. The very same one where Alphas would survey competition and plot some new scheme all at the same time of shaking hands and making pleasantries. That superficial life is not for me. That’s what my reputation was built up from. I could care less about what people had to say about me regarding my ways as an Alpha, but I will never allow someone to claim I would reject my mate. My mate that the Goddess would’ve blessed me with.