C4 CHAPTER 4

LUCAN'S POV

I know it may sound weird but living there was more peaceful and bearable than the main house. The house was small and cold especially during the winter but we were managing happily. The shower had no heater so we always boiled water then dilute it with cold water to a bearable temperature. Mother made sure I wore extra clothes and drank enough hot water because of the cold, we slept with extra mattress and covers and that way our life was moving just fine.

Father never visited us here, not even once and I really missed him. He only sends us food through the cook three times a day.

Mother and I could go everywhere we want but not the Alpha's house. I remember once crying all day asking mother to take me to father but she refused, instead she cried with me and when we have cried enough we consoled each other and continued living.

Grandfather did visited but not every day, I would hear him complain how father was so stubborn and never listens to him. He would bring us some more foods and some money for mother, having him around did brighten my days each time he visits. I once asked him if father did not want me again, he smiled at me, the wrinkles at his face becoming more visible. I suddenly realized that grandpa was gradually looking older.

" He can never not want you, you are his first heir, the next alpha. " this was what he said to me and engulfed me in a hug.

Life went and before long I became adapted to our new life. Mother started business at the market. She sold fruits and vegetables to support us, according to her we can't continue depending on grandpa every day. I also helped out but only two times a week because I had schools every other days where we were taught wolf histories, how to fight or defend ourselves and others.

Life was almost perfect but then my worst nightmare happened, mother died. I was 10 then. It was in the middle of the night, the rain heavy and thunderstorms blaring furiously.

Mother had been sick for about a week but each time I talked about tell father she would refuse. She was taking some herbs but it didn't seem to be working.

On that fateful night I woke up to see mother sweating, she was burning up even though the weather was deadly cold. It was raining.

I tried to help her the little ways I can but nothing was working, I socked napkins in water and placed on her head, warmed her herb juice and gave her but still nothing was working. I couldn't take it any longer, I was scared and I didn't want to loose mother.

I set out in the rain running to the Alpha's building and luckily the back door was open. I rushed to the used to be my parents room and knocked, Father was surprised to see me all wet.

I frantically told him that mother was sick but before he could fully understand what I was saying there was another loud thunderstorm which was followed by a scream from the opposite room which used to be mine. Father and step mother rushed inside the room, my step brother was having a nightmare and he was afraid of thunderstorms. They left me dripping wet at the door while they attained to my brother.

I left dejected and when I got back home mother was worse. I cried doing all I could to make her better but she did not get better, she died on my hand . I cried and cried but nothing could bring her back, no one could even hear my voice as they were swallowed by the rain and thunderstorms.

When Father arrived some minutes later I had already gone numb but seeing him fueled the anger in me and I attacked him. The anger was consuming me and at the same time tearing me apart painfully. I didn't know what was happening, it felt like my whole body was on fire and breaking into pieces and then everywhere went blank.

I work at grandfather's house, an IV was stock in my arm and connected to a drip bag.

According to him I shifted that night and has been out for six days, it is very unusual for a 10 year old to shift at such a young age so the first shift took a big toll on me.

I gradually remembered what happened that night and the worst part was that I had missed mother's burial. I hid and cried for days.

After that I stayed at grandpa's house after he literally forced me to. Life went on.

Grandpa died two years later and left his gold mine for me to the surprise of many, Grandpa's asset was supposed to willed to father but instead he willed them to me. With the help of his manager I started running the mine at fourteen, 14.

I grieved grandpa almost longer than I did for mother, he was the last family I had. My hatred for father and his family never ceases if anything it grew with days.

I physically challenged my father for the throne by seventeen and took the throne from him as stated by the werewolf constitution. A father hands over the alpha title to his son at nineteen (19) but if that was not the case the son has to fight the father and take the throne.

Father was the strongest wolf of his own time but I was unusually strong for my age, I crushed him but surprisingly I couldn't bring myself kill him, I guess the saying that blood is thicker than water was true after all.

I was crowned at seventeen and since then I had maintained my identity, no one messes with me and survives it. I became a heartless beast who only cares about my pack, every other things comes after.

"Alpha, " Harry screamed at my ear jerking me out of the past. I looked around me and realized that I was standing at the door, only God knows how long I have been standing here lost in thoughts.

"Alpha is everything alright? I have been calling you but you seemed lost in thoughts."

" It's nothing. " I replied pushing the door open as we entered. I moved straight to my office upstairs and he followed suit.

" We made sure to escorts Alpha James far away. " he started as we sat down opposite each other.

"oh, " I replied aparthly, it is not like he could actually do anything if they didn't escorts him far enough, he would be stupid to try anything.

" Seriously Lucan, you accepted his offer instead of bloodshed? " Harry continued switching from my beta to my friend, smiles on his face.