Unmarked by the Alpha

"You are one hell of a comic relief," Luke said, looking at Aurora.

"I'm glad you find me funny, at least." She blew out air, "The rest of the family hates me. I know that the master told me not to be worried, but how could I not? When I stay under the same roof as them,"

"The madam probably feels offended," Luke said. "Losing a child and seeing a stranger take up a title that's befitting of her daughter could be such a pain."

"But I didn't ask for it." Her brows lifted.

"And she didn't expect it either," Luke said, "I think time is the only solution, like the master said."

"So tell me why you don't have a family."

There was a pause.

It would be critical to tell Aurora the truth, being that the werewolf world was still being kept a secret from her, especially.

"They died." He answered. "In an accident."

He didn't want to give Aurora the chance to ask how they died, so he saved them the stress and saved his head.

"I'm so sorry about that," She said, "You must have had a daughter too."

"I had a son and a daughter." He answered, and he sighed. "I haven't talked about this in years, and talking about it now just made me realize how much of myself I had lost, somehow." He looked at the sky.

Aurora touched his hand, and he looked at her hand. "I believe that they would be proud of you in their graves, for surviving and living." She smiled.

Luke's eyes twitched; he felt something soothe him.

He smiled faintly, "Thank you, Aurora."

"You are welcome." She said, "Now this is more like it. Tell me it didn't feel good?"

"I do not doubt that," He sighed, "It's so good to feel this human again."

Aurora pinched his hand, and he looked at her, unhurt.

"And why'd you do that?"

"I just wanted to make sure that you were still human." She grinned, and Luke smiled.

The days that followed after Brynn left were frustrating for Theodore.

Several times, he had been pushed by Aurora's acts towards him, but his father had given an order that must be followed. 

Aurora and Theodore both fought each other silently, with Aurora taking the lead in infuriating Theodore.

He had started to leave the house just to avoid meeting Aurora; she had planned to frustrate him as payback, and she meant it. He became mad.

A week later, Brynn was back in town.

Aurora had rushed to the mansion's entrance to greet him first, with Luke following her closely.

"Welcome back, father." She bowed and beamed with joy; she could finally breathe again.

"Well, thank you," He said, stepping down from his car and heading towards Aurora, while servants took care of his belongings.

"How have you been?" He asked, putting his hand across her shoulder from behind.

"I have been good." She grinned.

"And your stay in the house?"

"It was marvelously splendid." She answered as they both walked into the mansion.

"It's been hell for me since you left," Theodore said, barging in on Brynn resting on his sofa in the bedroom.

His legs were stretched out, his glasses were lying on the side table, and his eyes were closed.

He was unwinding after the long journey he's had.

Theodore had been informed about his father's arrival, and he came as soon as he could.

"She's practically ruining my life, she's frustrated me so much, I rarely sleep in my own father's house." Theodore complained bitterly, "It's barely been three weeks, and I am already losing my mind. She's driving me crazy. She has to leave this house, Dad."

Brynn was silent throughout; he didn't move or change his posture.

Bianca, who was in the room all this while, was surprised at her husband's indifferent behavior.

"I believe you are the one your son is talking to." She said, sitting on the bed.

"I'd rather we talked about your wolf instead," Brynn said, still maintaining his posture.

"Have you been listening to everything I have been saying?" Theodore asked, bewildered.

"If you're here to speak about Aurora," Brynn said, "Then I don't want to hear it."

"I am your son, Dad." Theodore shouted in frustration.

"You will not speak to me in such a tone." Brynn sprinted up, standing tall, with his eyes filled with anger. His voice shook the room, startling Bianca and Theodore, who never expected such a reaction.

He had just had a long day, and listening to his grown son whine was something he didn't want. At that point, he wasn't going to tolerate that.

"Now leave this room," Brynn sounded, pointing to the door. "And don't stand before me until you fix that tone of yours."

Everything was silent for a while.

"Yes, sir," Theodore said, in anger, and stormed out of the room.

The servants outside the bedroom trembled at Brynn's angry voice, sensing the rift between father and son; they feared for their lives as Theodore shut the door behind him.

He looked at them with an angry look, and this was enough to put the servants in an uncomfortable position, with some of them increasing the pace at which they were doing their tasks.

He stood in front of the shut door for a while and stared at every worker his eyes could see, like he was looking for the perfect candidate to pour his anger on.

Just then, his eyes fell on Aurora, who was walking with Luke.

They were heading towards Theodore, both of them laughing like they were having a nice time.

"Greetings, young master." Luke greeted Theodore on seeing him as they halted.

Theodore didn't respond, but his eyes were fixed on Aurora the whole time.

His eyes were filled with fury, cold and focused.

Aurora suspected something strong in his temper, and she was careful not to step on his toes; this was definitely not the time to annoy him like during Brynn's absence.

Even if she was protected by Brynn, this would be a disastrous timing if she spiked him, because, like her mother had said, blood is thicker than water.

She bowed her head.

'You can't call him a chicken now, Aurora, else you would be the one in soup.' She thought to herself.

Theodore sneered and walked away.

Aurora felt the heavy cloud of anger hovering around her; she felt a bit of fear.

Brynn's room after Theodore left was totally silent.

Bianca could even hear her heartbeat. She didn't know if speaking at this time would be dangerous for her, as she looked at Brynn, who had already gone back to his unwinding posture.

As though Brynn couldn't bear it anymore, "Speak up." He said, unmoved and unhinged. "But I'd advise you to pick your words carefully."