The Alpha

Scarlet's POV

My mind is reeling and my mouth seems to be gaping like a fish, unsure of what to say as I watch my mate receding to the exit. Is there anything I can say? At least I have a better understanding of Ethan's hatred towards the packless. However, something doesn't add up to me. I've never heard of anything like that happening in The Scourge. Maybe I'll ask Jo. She's been around long enough. Surely she would know something about it.

When did my life get so complicated? And overwhelming? It feels like I've gone through so much in such a short period of time. I've felt so many emotions. I still feel like such an idiot for breaking down in front of Ethan the way that I did. I don't normally get so emotional, but it was like I had finally had enough. I just couldn't keep my emotions in any longer and suddenly the freaking dam just broke. I heave out a sigh and shake my head as I try to reign in all of the feelings that are trying to suffocate me. I've got to get it together.

I allow my mind to wander in an attempt to distract myself from everything else. Walking around the room, I notice how tidy it is. I run my finger along the fireplace mantle and there isn't a speck of dust. The room is sleek and sharp. It doesn't look lived in at all. The room is luxuriously decorated but lacks personal touches. There are no pictures of my mate or his family sitting on any of the tables or walls, nothing on the mantle either. I sit down on the edge of the bed and eye the drawer of the bedside table next to me. Is it okay for me to snoop? I mean, he left me here alone. And I am his mate. So, isn't it my right to have a look around?

My hand slowly reaches out for the small knob, my mind still debating on whether I should or shouldn't. However, curiosity wins out and I pull it open. There is a stack of pictures that I instantly scoop up, immediately noticing the one on top is of a woman. My fingers lightly trace around her features. Despite the photo being a bit faded, it is easy to tell that she was beautiful with fair skin and bright blue eyes that shine like sapphires. Her dark blonde hair falls in curls past her shoulders and her smile seems to radiate pure joy. Flipping the image over, I see that there is a single word written on the back. 'Lenore.' I shuffle through the photos and find one of the same woman with her arms around three small boys. They all have the same wide grin on their face and I bring it closer to my face to get a better look. "Ethan," I murmur softly as I realize exactly who I'm looking at. Ethan, Alex, Xander, and their mother Lenore.

There is a loud knock on the door causing me to jump like a five-year old who just got caught in the cookie jar. I'm trying to stuff the pictures hastily back into the bedside drawer when the door opens and a young woman I've never seen before strolls in wearing a designer dress and stilettos. She is gorgeous with her caramel colored skin and her brown doe eyes. She has long dark hair with honey highlights and looks like she could have walked right off a runway. She has several shopping bags hanging from the crook of her elbow. Her eyes immediately land on me and a knowing smirk appears on her face. I've totally been caught red-handed.

"You must be Scarlet. I'm Isa Kane. Ethan's favorite sister," she says as she smiles at the stunned look on my face. "Okay... well, his only sister. But that makes me his favorite by default."

"Umm... hi! Nice to meet you," I reply as I stand from the bed and walk over to her with my hand held out.

She raises her eyebrow at me and swats my hand away. "Girl please! Give me a hug!" She quickly grabs me and pulls me into a tight embrace. Once she loosens her grip she places her hands on my shoulders and squeals. "We are going to the best of friends! I just know it!"

My eyes widen at her excitement. I'm feeling so confused and overwhelmed... again. I didn't even know that Ethan had a sister. And she is completely different from him in both appearance and personality. "That's great!" I exclaim back as I try to match her enthusiasm and seem to fail miserably. Upbeat and bubbly are two adjectives that aren't usually used to describe me. "So, umm... what brings you by today?"

"Oh! My bad! Ethan asked me to bring you some necessities," she answers as she throws the shopping bags onto the bed and begins dumping the contents out for me to see. I notice my mouth hanging open and instantly close it as I look at the array of stuff she has laid out. There is an abundance of make-up and hair supplies along with actual essentials such as shampoo, toothpaste, and deodorant. She also bought numerous outfits for me, all of them designer.

"I don't know if I can accept all this..." I begin.

She waves her hand at me dismissively. "Nonsense. You need all of this. You can't very well walk around dirty and naked when you're going to be named Luna. If my brother can iron out the details of the alliance treaty anyways."

What

Ethan hadn't mentioned it to you?..." Isa stammers, seeming uncharacteristically uncomfortable. Anxiety instantly shoots up my spine. I feel like

to need to explain

beans. I'm not about to tell

I begin

should shower and change. I doubt my brother will be happy if you are still dressed like this when one of

about it and therefore he doesn't have to know that you

play dirty. I'll tell you, but

"Deal."

a Luna. Ethan will be turning thirty next month. He was in the middle of courting Nicole Fairchild of the Silver Shadow Pack. She is the Alpha's daughter. Luckily no contracts had been signed and nothing had been officially announced, so

breathe. He had been planning on marrying someone else, taking her as his Luna. Was he sleeping with her? Is she still here? Did he fall for her? My stomach churns inside of me, making me feel like I might vomit. I swallow hard and try to regain my composure before Isa continues. "Anyway, once he knew you had nothing to do with the death of our pack members, he wanted to complete the mating process with you and make you his Luna. Unfortunately, he can't do anything official until

coherent string of words together. I don't even know what to say. She reaches over and pats me reassuringly on the knee. Clearly, she can tell that I'm not taking the news very well. In reality, I'm surprised that it bothers me as much as it does. So far, my mate isn't exactly my favorite person right now. I, myself, haven't even decided if I want to accept him as a mate yet. He's stubborn, bossy, and hot-headed. Though, he also seems to be thoughtful, caring, and affectionate... when he's not pissed off anyway. I shake my head as I try to empty

tell Ethan I said anything. I had assumed he would have told you, but I guess I should have known better. He's not exactly an open book." She stands up from where she had taken a seat next to me on the bed. "And don't worry. You're

hug. We say our goodbyes and I watch as she walks out the door, noticing that there are two men standing guard outside the room. I wonder if I'm even allowed to leave the room. It's not like I have anyway to leave the penthouse. I've seen that they use ID cards in order to gain access to the elevator. I push that thought aside as I dig through all the stuff that

dry before throwing on a pair of dark jeans and a flowy black top. Once I've dried my hair, I take a deep breath and open the bedroom door. Two men flank the doorway and don't move a muscle as I step into the hallway. I take this as a sign that I'm allowed out of the room and slowly begin meandering down the hall, observing all my surroundings and checking all of the doors I pass. I notice that the two men are following me at a reasonable distance and I try to ignore them. I find a guest

with reclining chairs and a big screen. The room also had a wide array of games that you could play, a wet bar with a refrigerator and microwave. There was a full library, an indoor spa, and a room that

interesting before bringing them back to the main living room. I grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the large sectional sofa and curled up in the corner with the books, picking one to start reading. The book is interesting, but I'm getting restless. I don't like being trapped here and I don't

with a sigh and focus on trying to mind-link

in my head. "Scar? Where are you? Are you

he took me back to his room and had the pack doctor look me over. And I got my necklace back! The doctor had brought it with her. Anyways, I've been given fresh clothes and everything too. Only bad thing is that he still has me under house arrest. I guess I expected as much

silence as if he's thinking of what to say next. "For how long? When will I get to see you? Are you going to

so. I don't know how long he plans on keeping me locked away though. Apparently,

"What?! Why not?!"