Chapter 5: I’m not dead
Few weeks later
Marcy stood before her brother in the Alpha’s office, her head bowed.
She was covered in mud and blood and most of her hair was gone.
Alpha Damien glared down at her, his tapered fingers tapping absentmindedly on the arm of his huge throne like chair, the other underneath his jaw.
"Where did you think you were going?" He finally asked, glad within himself that he hadn’t lost control and lashed out at her.
"Far away." She replied nonchalantly, her head kept down still.
"Into the Rogues territory, Marceline!!!" Damien finally snapped and hit the desk Infront of him, causing everything on it to fly to the ground.
Marcy tried her best not to be shaken, but she still trembled, forced to look down underneath his aura.
Beta Ray who stood at the corner of the room also shook in fear for the fact that Damien would shred his wife in pieces. And he knew he didn’t deserve to do anything in the first place because he was the reason she ran away and accidentally ran into rogues territory. He thanked his stars that his wife was a trained female warrior. He wondered what her fate would be fighting against several of them barehand and alone before the Dark Risers’s pack warriors found her half dead by the mountains.
After panting for a while, he marched over to Marcy.
She stiffened when she felt his arms around her. It wasn’t like she didn’t like his embrace. She really needed it infact. But she didn’t expect it from him. Either way, she threw her hands underneath his waist and buried her face in the hallow of his neck, finally letting everything out.