The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 77

Chapter 77
“You already know the situation with your family. What the witch said about your curse.”
“I know.”
I snap, not sparing him a glance.
“Believe me Weston, I know.”
My hand clutched onto the the side of the door, my knuckles turning white from the pressure I put on it. For the almost the entire ride, Weston stays quiet. The waves of his discomfort reaching me but I push it to the back of my mind. Admittedly, the silence only served to make me a lot snappier. “She was something, wasn’t she?”
I ask him, voicing out my surprise to see the kind of person she was. At first, I expected a stuck up, over confident Alpha who prided on beating Windril. I was expecting to see someone who so blatantly boastful but she wasn’t. I never should’ve thought she would be, seeing as she ranked second. No Alpha who ranked second could ever be someone of that stature.
“Yes, she was.”
Weston drawls, looking at me with a certain glint in his eyes.
“She was honestly quite intimidating. Nothing less from the Hellhound.”

I purse my lips, thinking of her nickname and found myself disagreeing with it. Hellhound? The name didn’t suit her at all. She was more refined than a rabid spawn from hell. Yes, I had heard of her merciless kill of Windril but it still didn’t suit her. She probably killed hundreds before and yet ‘Hellhound’ was not a name I could associate with her.
It was out of place.
She had the face of an angel, no doubt.
Her gentle, kind features that oozed off a type of purity.
Not purity in the sense of doing no wrong, because frankly, there can never be an Alpha that was washed away from sin. We’ve all done something that would be looked down upon at some point. It wasn’t morals that was pure about her. It was something entirely different. Was it the vive she gave out? Her attitude of indifference? Was it the way she carried herself with pride but at the same time, humble and strong?
“Hellhound?”
I heard myself repeat.
“It doesn’t suit her.”
Weston tilts his head to the side with a raised brow. His interest was perked from my opinion.
“Oh? And what name would suit her?”
She was different from the rest. Even in that short time of knowing her and not exchanging more than just a few words to her, I knew she was unlike any other. She was powerful but delicate. Blunt but graceful. Fierce but calm. Confident but humble. Disinterested but attentive.
She was as beautiful as a flower but as tough as a nail.
“Wildflower.”
I say quietly, thinking of her mesmerizing pale blue eyes that I could easily get lost in.
“She’s like a wildflower’
Weston hummed, not bothering to hide that delighted face he was making. He was probably thinking all sorts of things right now but I couldn’t deny that what he thought was right. If he could see the attraction I had with her, then there’d be no point in trying to deny something so obvious.
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