The Rogue Alpha’s Claim

Ariel was at it the next day, and this time she was determined to find out who the fuck the sender of the message was. Lucky for her, Claudia had dabbled into tech by the side, and it was going to make her work easier.

Ariel had opted for a call; it would reach her faster, but she glanced at the wall clock, and she knew it would be impossible.

They were in different time zones, and Claudia would be fast asleep by this time. The woman loved her sleep more than anything, and Ariel just resorted to typing it out.

She knew Claudia would be enraged and too eager to help her if she mentioned that the man was a stalker, and she made sure to include it.

Ariel looked at the message she had typed and nodded in satisfaction. There was no way Claudia wasn’t going to help, and until then, she was going to continue her search.

She had searched the internet, but there was no harm in trying it again; only this time, she was going to make sure she exhausted the search.

As usual, Ariel typed in the keyword, and nothing useful came up, but this time she moved to the next page, scrolling through it and moving on to the next page when it didn’t contain what she needed.

She was a woman on a mission, and she wasn’t going to stop until she got what she wanted. But she had begun to lose hope after the fifth page, and there was nothing of worth there.

Reluctantly, she clicked on the next page, and you wouldn’t believe her shock when the first article was on the bloody massacre of the moonlight pack.

Ariel immediately sat up on her bed, bringing the screen closer to her face.

Yeap, it was right there; she hasn’t misread it; it definitely talked about the massacre of the Moonlight Pack.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

The link was as sketchy as hell; it was literally a warning that it would be a hacker’s den, but right now Ariel had thrown all caution to the wind.

She needed to find the truth.

Only the voice in her head was telling her that the price of knowing the truth was something she couldn’t handle.

Regardless of the fact, she clicked on the site, the page taking a tad bit longer to open, as if giving her more time to back out of her stupid ideas, but she waited with shallow breath.

The site finally loaded, and she began to read through, her heart pounding with each sentence she read.

Hell, she didn’t know of them, but why did she feel such anger as she read about them?

The article had been informative but still vague; it only talked about the massacre of the pack by a group unknown; it didn’t even mention the name of the alpha involved; and at the end, there was a picture of the pack.

Ariel scrolled further to the next picture, and what she saw had her flinging her phone away.

What the fuck?!

Goosebumps, the size of a tiny pimple, broke out in her arm, and her hair on her body stood.

Luckily, the phone had landed on the bed, and she picked it up, looking at the picture, and it was the same thing.

It was a picture of the late Alpha-alpha of the moonlight pack-and as they locked eyes together, she knew it was her father. If the fact that the brown hair, a similar shade of cocoa, wasn’t a dead giveaway, the fact that this was the man that had been appearing to her in the dream was the telltale.

Or the fact that she would remember the scene that the picture was taken from.

This had been the scene that had been plaguing her memory and haunting her in dreamland, and she was frozen in shock.

What exactly would she make of this? Was this strange man her father, and… She covered her mouth as a gasp escaped her.

If this man was her father, does that mean she was a werewolf?

Ariel’s head was swimming with a lot of thoughts, and she just wanted to pull her hair and scream. All this was making no sense, yet somehow it was making sense, and she didn’t know what to think of it.

Luckily, her phone vibrated in her hands as a call came through, and Claudia’s name was splaying across the screen, distracting her from reality.

“Claudia!” Her voice was unintentionally raised as she answered the call.

“Are you alright? You sound like you have been chased by a bull.”

“I am fine, thank you. Have you seen my message, and more importantly, why are you awake by this time?” Claudia was never an early riser, no matter what was happening.

The girl could literally sleep through a storm, not like she was any better herself.

“Hey, I may have turned a new leaf.” Claudia protested, and Ariel was sure she was rolling her eyes, and that little familiarity made a smile come to her face. “Anyways, I couldn’t sleep, and I have been looking for something to occupy me, and luckily I saw your message on time. Why didn’t you tell me you had a stalker?” Claudia was going to blow up any minute from now, and she had to distract her.

“Do you have any information on him? Have you been able to track him?”

“Yeah, about that..” she hissed as she trailed off, and Ariel could tell it wasn’t good news. “I tried every fucking means, but dude is too smart. It was a fucking dead end. I think he knows we were unto him.”

It was definitely bad if Claudia was dropping so many f-bombs in a sentence.

“I see.”

“I am so sorry I failed you, but I will continue trying even on my death bed; this fucker is never going scot-free.”

“I have no doubt that you would do that, and maybe you could stop pulling your hair.”

“Haha, you got me.” They engaged in a little chit chat before Ariel decided she wanted to continue on her search.

“I will call you later, Claudia; I have something urgent to do.”

As soon as the call disconnected, Ariel stood up from the bed and went straight to her side of the wardrobe, lowering herself to the floor and pulling the lower drawer open. She pushed aside the other stationery and picked up a book and a pen, then went back to the desk and began to write down everything she knew about her situation.

If what she had read was true, then the man in the article was her father, and apparently he was an alpha. That automatically makes her a werewolf and an alpha’s daughter, or whatever the hell alpha’s daughter’s were called.

But something wasn’t adding up.

What happens to all the ‘powers’ they possess? Was it possible that it had skipped her?

Or was she so traumatized by the events that happened that she had managed to shut down that part of herself?

Was it even possible?

All these questions were swimming in her head, yet there was no reasonable answer to any of them.

Someone had to know something, and everything was pointing to Kane.

She would have to confront him.

Her phone screen lit up as the message notification came, and she reached for it.

“I know you have been trying to reach me, but don’t bother; it is a dead end, and you tell your little friend to stop her feeble attempt to hack my computer or else I would take my revenge.”

Ariel almost laughed as she saw the text. The person had probably spent so much time in their mom’s basement, and this was the meanest threat they could come up with.

But this person also knew a lot, and she had to play her part.

Ariel read the message again, and she was ignoring it; instead, she composed her own. “Who are you?” She hit the blue arrow and waited for a reply, but a few minutes passed, and it was obvious he didn’t like the question asked, so she tried again.

“What do you know about me? I need to know the truth. I have been in the dark for so long, and I can’t continue any longer.”

The continuous tapping of her foot was the only fact that he was taking an antagonizing time to reply, and she had already given up.

If he wasn’t going to be of help, he could go fuck himself.

Or she, whatever gender they were.

But a single notification was changing her mind.

“I will call you tomorrow by 10, and I will tell you the whole truth.”