The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Turning back, she walked out of the gym without another glance. I resisted the urge to groan. Isaac getting on edge can only mean it’s nothing good. The guy had b alls made of steel. He hardly ever let anything get to him. He was as emotionless as a rock when he was in his Gamma mode. Isaac. My Gamma. Bentley’s son. The first thing I did after agreeing to take up Meredith’s offer was find him. He was training for his Gamma position, so I knew where he was. He was where everyone went to training. I wondered if the news of Duskfall’s demise had gotten to him. My heart bled for the man I didn’t know but felt related to. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the kind of shock and trauma he’d go through. I dropped everything on spot to go there. Meredith had encouraged me, personally bringing me there to tie up loose ends before beginning the next chapter of my life. When I arrived at the training grounds, his mentors had said that the news did reach him, but he wasn’t taking it well. He’d sh ut himself in his room for days, not bothering to come out. The mentor’s couldn’t force him out either so they left food for him outside the door. Anytime they came back to check, the plate would be gone. The loss hurt him badly. I expected it to. No one could possibly be okay after receiving news of everything and everyone you loved burning into ashes and you weren’t there to help. If he was anything like me, he must’ve felt responsible. He would’ve felt guilty. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I remember my first encounter with him perfectly. Every detail of our conversation burned into my mind. The mentor led me down the hall, the heavy oppression of power weighing me down. The testosterone and aggression filtering through this house was intense. Males who lived here were training to be either a Beta or Gamma, so naturally the aura around the house would be immense. The female sanction was in another building miles away. We walked on for a few minutes in silence. His mentor was built up with muscles clearly defined from

his thin shirt. A big man who had fought many battles and won many battles from the tattoos riddling his biceps. A warrior at his prime. We stopped in front of a door near the end of the hall. The mentor look at me, eyes a little wary before nodding to the room. “This is it.” He said roughly. He folded his arms across his chest and sighed heavily. His hard eyes darted to search my face and from the moment it connected, I knew he was having second thoughts about allowing me to see him. He was worried about Isaac. Almost every trainer was. This was the first time it happened. A lone man training only to hear that his entire pack was wiped out– Alpha and Luna 12.8% included. For him, no one could ever understand his pain. He was alone. No family, no pack to return to. All his training to be a Gamma gone to waste because how could he be a Gamma to a pack that no longer existed? He lost everything. His family, friends, pack, purpose. And the worst part was that he was training in order to be able to protect his pack, yet he wasn’t there when they needed him. He was, in a way, a rogue. “I have to warn ya, doll face… Isaac hasn’t been very” He made a face. His eyebrows knit together and his lips pulled back in a line, “kind to people lately. I’ll stay out here in case anything happens but um… do be careful.” He moved out of the way. Taking his advice into consideration, I lifted my hand and gently knocked on his door. To my surprise, the moment my knuckles touched the wood, the door creaked open. It wasn’t locked. The room was dark. No light lit up the room. I wasn’t even sure if anyone was inside until I heard a gruff, “Get out.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order. My wolf instantly growled at the disrespect toward us, but I pushed

her down. My human side understood where the hostility came from but my wolf was blinded by her pride. Shaking off any hesitation inside me, I steeled myself and stepped closer. “I said” The voice got louder. Harsher. “Get. Out.” I frowned. His voice was raspy, almost dry. He sounded si ck. I had to get through to him somehow but what do I say? How do I start a conversation? I had a million things I wanted to say all at once. I wanted to tell him about Bentley, about how he was like a father to me. I wanted to talk about how he often talked about him like he was the most precious thing in the world. I wanted to tell him I was sorry for being too weak to do anything. To be the only one that survived when literally everyone in that pack deserved to. I wanted to tell him I understood. To tell him I know he feels. How losing everything feels. But all that came from my m outh was,