Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Seeing no point in staying in my room—especially now that Nyx had shut me out

I crawl out of bed and leave. Besides, my stomach is growling, reminding me

that I hadn't eaten since yesterday.

I wander through the corridors and down the stairs in a daze. Sure, Nyx gave me

more information... but all it did was leave me more confused. Sometimes I

wonder if she does it on purpose, because tell me why I always end up more

confused after having a talk with her?

She gets so cryptic sometimes—dropping puzzle pieces, shrouding everything in

mystery—and I hate it. I hate not having answers. I hate being confused. I hate

being kept in the dark. I hate that she's feeding me crumbs.

But I also can't push her. I know her well enough to know that will make her

retreat further from me, and I can't have that. I can't afford for us to drift apart,

especially now, when it feels like Xena has the upper hand.

And her parting shot? It has me spiraling.

Could it be that, just like me, her mother's wolf spirit was transferred to someone

else, living in a completely different human body?

And if she suspects someone, that means she's already met her. Which means

I've probably met her too, right?

So, who the hell is she?

I rack my brain, trying to think of who could possibly be Nyx's mother, but I come

up empty.

On that note, it gets me thinking... does Xena have a different body too? Can Nyx

recognize her? Or are we flying blind?

It makes sense. If both she and her mother were transferred to new bodies, then

the same could be said for Xena. Which just makes things more difficult.

I walk into the kitchen, lost in thought, and the moment I step in, every person in

the room stops what they're doing.

"Good morning, Luna," a middle-aged woman greets me with a warm smile.

"Well... that's new... and unexpected.

foot to the other,

recognize her so she must be a new

she called me Luna?

feeling awkward

you like something to eat, Luna?" another omega

stove.

her.

from time to time. My own little way of giving back

worked together

shake myself from the daze and square my shoulders. "Yes...

Luna."

my teeth and

then one of them steps

our Luna," she says, soft but certain. "That's very clear to all of

"What the actual hell?

I stare at them, fuming. First of all,

them to call me Luna? Who gave them the right?

I'm

grit my teeth and try to keep it together. Food first.

a plate from the dish rack

and toast. She pours coffee into

me with a smile.

"Here you go, Luna."

can't contain my

time," I say

going to skin

backs go ramrod straight—and for a

believe me.

until I hear his

you just threaten my pack

around so fast I

rubbing my neck. "Where did

fully into the room, walking over until he's standing

the counter, calm and

smoothly,

for you to come

in his gaze. It's more like he's scanning me to make

okay, but for some reason his

squint at him. "That's a

smirks, his green eyes bright against the morning sun "Sure—if you

so distracted and

my mouth to defend

I end up closing it. He's

everything going on,

lot lately. I've been

lately that I

sensed a stampede if

me.

at

kitchen, the