The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 119

Chapter 119 “Okay, fine. You got me there, Nate. What do you suggest we do.” Weston stops himself halfway before pouting, “Also, how come it’s just the ‘Selene Protection Squad’? Why can’t it be the ‘Selene and Raizel Protection Squad”? That hardly seems fair. My Alpha deserves some love too.” Noah folds his arms across his chest in defiance and frowns, “Well, my Alpha has a tragic backstory and deserves more lovin’, that’s why.” Weston found his reasoning stu pid. So stu pid, that he just had to one up him. “So does mine!” He argues. “But Selene’s is sadder!” Noah fights back, a whine in his tone that everyone chooses to ignore. The two glare down at each. other in a stand off. Neither one giving in. It was obvious that the two were fighting just for the kicks of it but no one really had the interest on stopping them. Let the two tire themselves out, it shouldn’t matter if they did. It would probably be better if they did. At least then, they wouldn’t be itching to start a fight with one another every waking second. Hopefully it doesn’t get so bad where someone else has to step in to separate them. The two were trouble. Always getting into fights with one another, which so far, has only been verbally. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Looking for any reason, no matter if it was small, to engage in an argument. It’d be a lie if the group said it wasn’t entertaining as much as it was annoying. “And you’re the judge of the tragicness?” Weston asks stubbornly. “No, the readers decide-” “Boys, look!” The two Beta’s snap their heads to Meredith’s direction. The slight squeal in her tone was enough to

tear them from their heated conversation. She was looking out the window, a bright smile on her face as she stared down. Letting their curiosity eat at their mind, Noah and Weston decide to abandon the fight and mindlessly walk in the direction of the window. Everyone followed suit, unable to help themselves only to find the one thing they didnt expect. Selene and Raizel were seen inside of his car. Raizel had been the first one to step out in order to open the door for her. From what they could see, Raizel was dressed somewhat casually. Only in a dark shirt and jeans in contrast to the usual dress shirts and suits he typically wore. Stepping out of the car, Selene came out with a bright smile on her face and a bouquet of flowers in her arms. A pink hue gracing her cheeks as Raizel leaned down to kiss her forehead. The two looked perfectly in sync, the happiness radiating off of them like a dam ned heater. No one could mistake the glow surrounding them for anything but utter bliss. If the group didn’t know any better, it would look like Raizel and Selene had just been on a date. “Nate.” ….Yeah?” “When did Selene say they would have a date? The actual date. Specifically, the number.” Noah looks to Weston who’s staring intently at the two walking into the pack house. He didn’t understand why he asked for a specific date when he told them it was happening tomorrow. “The fifteenth. Why?” A chorus of groans and sighs fill the room the moment his answer sinks in. Williams lets out a loud breath before tugging Elizabeth toward the door. She followed him without protest. “We’ll be taking our leave.” “Wha-” “I too, will be taking my leave.” Meredith sighs, trailing behind them. She flicks a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to be in this tension.”: Mailia blurts, following the three out. The door clicked softly behind them as Noah looked at Weston confusedly. The silence only managing

to confuse his little brain even more. “What was that about?” He asked thoughtlessly. Weston gave him a are-you-serious-right-now look and shook his head before pushing himself off the window. With one last unimpressed glance toward Noah, he shakes his head. “Next time you decide to make a powerpoint presentation and packets, check the dates.” And without another word, Weston disappears out the door like the lot of them. Noah, who is now standing alone, pulls out his phone to look at the calendar and lets out a dry laugh followed be a string of colorful words. “Ahahahaha….. f uck.” Raizel Week after Gala There were only a handful of times in my life where I was caught by surprise. To find myself unable to make sense of anything due to the mere fact of being surprised. One of which, was when I found out about the curse at six years old. The curse that ran through my bloodline. A consequence bestowed upon my ancestor for his foolish. decision. The decision that pulled anger from the Goddess above. So much anger that even after centuries, the curse still lives on with the sole descendant. It was then that I realized why I was outcasted. Why childrens’ mothers cast me wary glances and their fathers urged them to respect but steer clear from me. It all made sense, then. Why I was always separated from other children in the pack. Why I wasn’t “allowed” to be with other children who found my presence too intimidating. Those who were afraid of catching the Goddess’ wrath through associating with me.