Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire

AZURA.

A toxic relationship is harmful for anyone, but it’s far worse when it’s a young girl who never even realised she had fallen into one.

I wish I could tell you how I bravely faced my dark past, how I was able to pull away from this nightmare of a relationship and move on, but I wasn’t able to. Instead, all the memories wrapped around me like a spider’s web.

I was never the child who couldn’t sleep at night because of her worries. I was always carefree, unbothered and wild. I loved to have fun, crush on the sexiest boys in my class or whatever hot Alpha crossed my path. I was the mischievous devil at home. My parents treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world, even though I was a child born in a way that was not normal.

They used to be the Alpha and Luna of the pack, now my older brother was the Alpha, but even they weren’t able to make everyone in the pack accept the birth of someone who was born in a way against the very laws of nature.

I should be dead, but I’m not.

I remembered when I was a child, I didn’t understand why I was disliked. Occasionally there were kids in the Pack whispering behind my back, but they didn’t dare to do anything to me because I was the daughter of their Alpha. Plus I was not someone to mess with, I always made anyone who tried to hurt me or those I loved, suffer.

However, there was one name that never left me. A name I first heard from a boy who was crying and running away: The Freak.

Freak? I wondered. It’s not true, I’m Azura Rayne Westwood, the youngest daughter of Alpha Elijah and Luna Scarlett. Their favourite.

But he said that’s what all his family called me, the Devil of the Westwoods, the freak that shouldn’t have been born.

I remember freezing, wondering why any adult would call me that? At seven years old, I couldn’t understand why I was so hated. Does everyone around me think of me the same way? Think I’m a freak that shouldn’t have been born?

I remember telling my parents about it, but the way they got angry confused me, what was it that they didn’t want me to know? I tried not to show how it affected me, sticking with a no-care attitude, but the word freak always stuck by me. I hated it.

Whether I like it or not, the childhood memories slowly faded away, the good and bad becoming a blur of mostly pleasant memories filled with my loved ones. But who doesn’t crave affection from others? I made that mistake when I fell in love with someone for the first time, someone I thought had demons similar to my own. Someone who would understand me.

But I was wrong, because this time, it won’t easily fade away. He has become a nightmare that I resent with every inch of my very being.

—-

The laughter rang in my ears but there was nothing merry about it, filled with malice and jeers.

“Go on!”

“Awe, what’s wrong, too much of a wimp?”

“You’re the boss’ woman, can’t do it? Too weak?”

I froze, standing between my boyfriend and his men. They were torturing someone who I didn’t even recognise in his wolf form, but what else was new, this was the usual for them. I tried to ignore his ways and his business. I tried to focus on the good in him instead. But today, they want me to have a try.

mass on the ground. This was not what was

his cold green eyes met mine as he

this wasn’t what you told me.” I replied calmly, despite the way my stomach was twisting with

looking at me whilst

I tried to shrug it off,

nose, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and drugs. His hands stroked my waist and

Where was he gone?

called you? Let me rephrase that, Baby Girl, you don’t want to be an outcast, do you? The outsider… The odd one

the bloody wolf on

me yank away from his hold,

Freak.

fault, I was the one stupid

turned, pretending to do his bidding and raising

What do I do?

with a deadly warning, came from

as I stared at the whimpering wolf on

He was almost dead…

What should I do?

this, I am not a killer, but the urge to turn around and shoot my so-called boyfriend instead tempted me. I began to lower my weapon, the laughter fading as

“I’m not going-”

the trigger, the

heart thumping as

No, no, no!

looked at the wolf before me, he was dead, but he didn’t shift. Whatever those bullets contained was deadly, killing him before he

fuck, Judah!”

his cold eyes on me. Although he said nothing, the anger in his eyes

Grabbing a fistful of the wolf’s bloody fur, he

of the dead wolf

snickered as I glared at him, my heart pounding. My anger began racing as I tried to push the body of the wolf off me. “Who said you

with

eyes darkened before he grabbed a fistful

I say

I am not your fucking pet!” I spat back,

like my childish words amused him, but I knew better. He was beyond angry, I had

I’m done with you.”