The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 30
“It was my decision, Meredith. And I don’t regret it one bit. I don’t care if what you did was because of your selfishness because honestly, I did the same. If you were using me, I was using you. You used me for my bloodline, I used you for the title. We both got what we wanted here but I still got more of the bargain. The house is just a small token of thanks.” Finally, Meredith smiled. She shook her head in amusement and breathed in.
“I may have been the one to rescue you that day, but you saved me.”
She whispered to herself. Taking my left hand in hers, she gave me a gentle squeeze before flipping the small box open. Inside was a ring. A green stone in the center with small carvings of flowers in the golden band. An engraved “GH” was on the inner band of the ring. It was beautifully elegant.
“This is the Greyhound crest.”
She explains, taking the ring off the slit. She slowly slid the ring on my middle finger. I found myself surprised to see that it fit perfectly. The green stone shined brightly under the light. It felt empowering to wear it. My wolf feeling overwhelmed but at the same time pride was swelling in her chest. She truly felt like an Alpha, now that she was wearing it.
“I would’ve given you this a while ago, but… I didn’t know whether or not you wanted to continue being Alpha.”
She moved the ring around my finger, smiling brightly at the way it fit.
“I had it resized and everything… I would’ve put it on your ring finger but,”
She peered up through her lashes to give me a sly smirk,

“I’m sure you’ll find someone who’s willing to slide one on for you in the future.”
I snorted reflexively at her insinuation. Meredith has been actively trying to convince me to find someone. She’d send a few profiles of eligible mateless Alphas or Betas who came from oversees every week. Once, she actually brought one to the pack house when I was down in the torture/interrogation room. Imagine the shock on the poor man’s face when he saw me coming up from the basement drenched in blood with a butcher’s apron around my neck. It’s safe to say I’ve never seen a wolf run that fast in my life.
She was set on the whole “bringing my love life to life”, or so she says. She knew of my history with mates and my family. She understands me, to say the least. Or well, she tries to. The only thing she didn’t understand was why I didn’t want to get involved with someone else. Unlike her, my mate didn’t want me. There’d be no betraying on my part if I chose to move on like he did with Hestia.
It’s not like I was saving myself for Landon, the man can di e for all I care, but I wasn’t keen on looking for romance just yet. I wasn’t against the idea but now was not the time.
Besides, I doubt anyone would be interested in “The Hellhound”.
Ah yes.
My favorite nickname of all.
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It was a play on the pack name but also quite scary to the ears. I honestly don’t know from which story that one stemmed from, but it caught on. Noah would mess around with it, “accidentally” calling me that when he told his mate, Mailia, about his day right in front of me. I inwardly grimaced when I remembered the pups in the pack retelling the stories they
heard from our warriors.
The rogues were so scared!
They saw the Alpha and begged for mercy!
The hellhound is upon us!
As amusing as it was to see pups under the age of seven circling around pack territory calling out Hellhound this, Hellhound that, it actually started getting old really quickly. Suc king in a breath, I gave Meredith an apologetic look.
“Meredith, you know I’m not interested in that sort of stuff right now.”