The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 50

Chapter 50 When we reached the patio, I looked at my warriors and told them to stay put. I was only permitted to bring my Beta and Gam ma, which was hard seeing as one was currently missing. Noah would just have to do. Walking inside, I looked around the house and found myself feeling nostalgic again. The last time I was here, I was rejected, beaten down ment ally and emotionally and lastly, forcibly kicked out. My emotions stirred from deep within. Anger from the humiliation I faced racking up my spine. Anger I wouldn’t let myself act upon. “This way, please.” I glanced over to him as he led us up the stairs. Can I please beat them up? I almost snort but I hold it in. I turn back at Noah who seemed very unamused. His eyebrows knit together with a firm scowl on his face. Unless you want both of us fighting over a hundred wolves at the same time, potentially killing half the population, I’ll have to say no. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Noah rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath about the disrespect Nightwake has shown and how we could easily handle them. While I know he’s letting his irritation do the talking, I neither claim or disclaim his statement. Ignoring him, we were led to the Alpha’s office. The door that once held the golden nameplate reading out “Alpha Harrison” was now changed to “Alpha Landon”. I frowned, thinking of the disappointment I felt over Harrison Walker’s involvement in the treachery. Ignoring the warnings that were sent three months prior from the attack, it was his fault as much as it was Benicio’s and Landon’s My view on him was ruined in the split second I realized that. “Alpha Landon, Alpha Crestfield and Beta Jones are here.” “Come in.” Benicio opened the door, gesturing for us to go in first. I strode inside, not sparing a lingering glance

toward my mother Sophie who sat on the couch. Her eyes widened, bulging out from her skull as she took me in. She had aged. She still looked the same but the gray starting to sprout from the roots of her hair and the wrinkles forming on her forehead, showed me that time had its effect on her. “Please have a seat….” Landon said, sounding a little dubious as I didn’t look at him. I felt his gaze pric kling my skin. Urging me to look at him, I brushed it off without a second thought. Sophie who still gaped at me like I was a ghost she was seeing, didn’t say a word as I sat down at the conference table. The mahogany table I’ve seen in the past was still there, but at the far side of the center. Benicio stood behind them with Landon in the center. Everyone who was involved in ruining my life was here. My father, my mother, my sister who I still didn’t look at and lastly, my mate. Landon Noah was just sitting beside me with a bemused expression on his face. He enjoyed their feelings of discomfort quite a bit Silence was guaranteed at this awful tension seeping into the room. None of them wanted to say anything. Their reluctance was as clear as day on their faces. If this was the whole point of this ‘meeting’ we were going to have a problem. I sighed, crossing my legs and leaned back against the chair. I stared at Benicio, eyes unblinking as he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. My Alpha presence must’ve made his wolf antsy even though I was his daughter. Wolves would get easily intimidated by an Alpha’s stare. It could be seen as a challenge or look of disapproval. None of which they would want pointed toward them. Turning my gaze to Landon, who sat opposite of me, I raised a brow. “I would assume this isn’t the reason you sought an audience with me? This-” I gestured around us, “silence?” He didn’t answer. I’m not sure I really expected him to. Just as I thought we’d spend forty minutes just staring at each other, the Beta broke the silence. “We… we just wanted to explain. To apologize.”

1 He reasoned. I men tally scoffed. Oh Goddess. My face was completely void of emotion but inside, I was internally riled from the audacity they had. If anything, I looked completely done with their sh it. The thought of them asking for forgiveness did cross my mind but most of me desperately wished they didn’t. So they could save us the meaningless words of apologies and time when we both knew they don’t mean it. I don’t need empty words. I don’t need them. “Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don’t deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-” I held up my hand up to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. I had enough. Surely they didn’t call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they’re quite foolish. I’m not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. i