Landons POV




My father, the then Alpha, adding to the string of numerous stupid decisions, to me at least, that would follow, fled his own pack to save her life, and that of their baby.

The journey was odious, looking back, I wished I rebelled. If the pack had woken up to the news that the Alpha had run away with an omega, maybe I would have sat in his place, that was a very clear chance. My ultimate opportunity.

But now, I have to fight for what was once mine. And fight I will.


By the time I became conscious, it was like a thousand needles were piercing through my body, many it very dreadful to lean on whatever side. I could not even decipher what corner of the house I was in, I just knew it was my home, it smelt like it. The alcohol, and evr lingering smell of cigarette was always home to me.

I struggled to my wobbly feet, using my arms that like like stickers disjointed from my body to feel the walls and navigate obstacles. Then I feel a hand on my back, slowly helping me up. There was no need to guess, I know who it was. No one else ever dared disobey me.


'You could always give me another scar when you're healed." I thought I couldn't process because of the pain surging through me, but I head that loud and clear and it almost made me cry.

'I told you to go." I said weakly in reply. 'This is no place for you, I am not the man you've always wished for, I know hat you want and I know I don't fit. You're happily mated and are now the beat version of yourself you could ever be, just go on." The sincerity of myself made me almost want to cry, but maybe I lost my tears glands, or they lost their function as I rarely used them or always stopped them from working.

'Well I'm still the stubborn bastard you've always known." She replied. Maybe I was grateful, maybe I was ashamed and thoroughly stripped of my dignity and every bragging g right, or maybe it was both. I just couldn't come up with a sensible reply, and that's not even on my present physical state.

I could feel the wetness of my saliva and drippings of mucus from my nose lace my beads and make them heavier and stick to my face.

'Thank you." I almost thought that was never in my vocabulary. I just never knew how to say it. Or maybe I never had cause to. I've really ever had anything handed down to me my whole life. I fought, we fought, for every single thing I ever had, so there had been no one to be grateful to.

'Don't say what you don't mean." Was the reply. I wasn't surprised. But I really did mean it. I'm too ashamed to keep talking in this state. I'm sure I look like an imbecile who had his first heart attack. My clothes hang loosely from my body beacuse I remember tufgi g at the violently, pleading all messing with my mind would stop, but it didn't.

'No…don't." I protested as I tried to lay on one side after Nadia cleaned me up, stubbornly refusing to go and let me live my shame alone, and in peace.

I did not wat to feel extra indebted to her which is why I threw her out as soon as I started feeling funny. Safe to say, she watched me the whole while, knowing there was nothing she could do to change it, but waited to clean me up after.

'Go!" I said sternly, as soon as I got a fraction of my strength back. I wanted her to leave. I wanted to mourn my old self who was tough and strong and had dignity. I wanted to wallow in self pity and lay till death came or some genie brought back my will to live.

'No" She replied, slowly rubbing parts of my body that still felt dead due to lack of blood flow.

'Why do you still want me?" I asked, with all sincerity. It baffled me, maybe scared me now. What was the catch to me? She had Vance, the sane, stable, big bold proud handsome Alpha, one every woman could only dream of. He looked so good I'm damn sure there's only one of him.

'Who said did?" She replied, good humouredly. I knew what she meant. And for a second, I thanked Moon Goddess for the gift I never appreciated.

We both went silent as she did what she did. The least I could do for myself now was to not wince as often as I felt the need to. I really could not stand her pity right now. It would break me.

'How do you feel?" She asked when she was done, by her standards.

'Like you should be on your way to your luxurious mansion." I replied her, fitting in all the sarcasm my weak self could afford me to. 'You know, he would be waiting on his Luna." I continued, determined to really let her go this time. I was distraction enough by not being dead, Vance knows that, he just probably does not care because, to be very factual, there's no reason any woman would take me over Vance. But this wasn't any woman, this was my Nadia. Vance snatched the wrong one and he damn sure is going to pay I coins he never knew he had. I would love to see his sorry face when I'm done with him, but now I'm the sorry one and I really should focus more on getting better, well enough to at least stand on my own two feet.

She took a deep breath and seemed to be quite in her own world while I did my musings. I could only roughly estimate how she felt about the whole thing, but those are burdens we each must bear on our own. Both of us have been involved in the deliberate actions and even mistakes that led up till this point, but the good news is there still is a way, close in fact, out if all this, which would most probably yield the same result we've always ever wanted. We have to keep our emotions in check and act the part.