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Chapter 2 - Meet The Alpha

"Did you hear? Roseanne is marrying Alpha Davian," one maid whispered in disbelief.

"I heard he's a great warrior, unbeatable in battle," another added, her voice a mix of awe and fear.

"But he's also cruel and heartless. Poor Roseanne, she doesn't stand a chance," said a third, shaking her head sadly.

"I know," another agreed. "It's like Alpha Zayn is selling her off. He doesn't care about her at all. Just look at how he's treated her all these years."

Roseanne stood in the doorway of her small room, her heart sinking with every word. It had been a week since her father had announced her impending marriage to Alpha Davian of the Blood Stone Pack. The news spread like wildfire through the Red Moon Pack, and whispers followed Roseanne wherever she went. Their voices, though low, carried through the thin walls and open doorways.

Roseanne tried to shut out their voices, but it was impossible. The conflicting stories about Alpha Davian only heightened her anxiety. On one hand, he was a legendary warrior, strong and commanding respect. On the other hand, tales of his ruthlessness and cold demeanor left her feeling dread.

The only way Roseanne could find peace from the relentless gossip was to retreat to her small room. In her modest furnished space, she could momentarily escape the judgmental eyes and pitying looks of the pack members.

The tiny space, more of a storage closet than a bedroom, felt even more confining today. The simple furnishings—a thin mattress, a wooden chair, and a small dresser—stood as stark reminders of her status in her own home. Today was the day she would leave for the Blood Stone Pack, and despite everything, she tried to find solace in these last few moments of familiarity.

As she gazed out the small, dusty window, savoring the view of the forest that had always brought her comfort, Viola burst into the room without knocking. Viola's smug smile was a stark contrast to Roseanne's somber mood.

"Well, well, if it isn't the future Luna of the Blood Stone Pack," Viola sneered, leaning against the doorframe with a smug expression. "All dressed up and ready to go, I see."

Roseanne looked down at the dress she was wearing. It was new, a simple yet elegant gown her father had insisted she wear. "You need to look presentable in front of Alpha Davian," he had said. "You can't meet him in your filthy rags."

The dress was a pale blue, soft and flowing, unlike anything she had ever worn before. The fabric was delicate and cool against her skin, but it felt strange, almost foreign. She ran her fingers over the smooth material, feeling the slight tremor in her hands.

"Isn't it funny?" Viola continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Father finally gives you something nice to wear, but only because he's shipping you off to another pack."

Roseanne swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. She knew Viola was trying to get under her skin, to make her feel even more anxious. "What do you want, Viola?" she asked softly, trying to keep her voice steady.

Viola's eyes gleamed with malice. "I just wanted to see the look on your face one last time before you're sent off to marry that alpha. Do you really think you stand a chance with him? Once he sees how useless and worthless you are, he'll throw you out on the streets."

Roseanne felt a familiar pang of hurt and kept her head down. She knew better than to respond to Viola's taunts.

"Or maybe he'll keep you around as a maid," Viola continued, her voice dripping with malice. "That's all you're good for, after all."

Roseanne's heart ached at Viola's words, but she remained silent. She had heard similar taunts from her half-sister countless times before. Deep down, part of her feared Viola might be right, but she was determined to find a way to prove herself.

Before Viola could say more, the door swung open, and Zayn entered the room, followed closely by Iris. Her father's expression was as cold and detached as ever, while Iris wore a satisfied smirk.

"Roseanne," Zayn said, his voice devoid of warmth. "Alpha Davian is here. It's time for you to meet him."

Roseanne's stomach twisted into knots, but she forced herself to stand. "Yes, Father," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Roseanne took a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter. She remembered her father's harsh words from a week ago, instructing her to behave and not embarrass the family. With a small bag in hand containing her few belongings, she followed them out of the room.

The hallway seemed longer than usual, and each step felt heavy with the weight of her impending future. As they reached the living room, Roseanne saw Alpha Davian standing there, his presence commanding and imposing. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw. His eyes, cold and piercing, scanned the room with a mixture of indifference and scrutiny.

Roseanne's heart pounded as she took in his appearance. His dark hair was neatly combed, and he wore a tailored suit that emphasized his strong build. Despite his stern demeanor, there was something undeniably captivating about him.

"Alpha Davian," Zayn greeted, his tone overly formal. "This is my daughter, Roseanne."

Davian's gaze remained fixed on Roseanne, his expression unreadable. She felt a shiver run down her spine but forced herself to step forward and curtsy, as her father had instructed.

"Alpha Davian," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "It's an honor to meet you."

Davian's eyes narrowed slightly, but he gave a curt nod. "Roseanne," he replied, his voice deep and authoritative. "I trust you are prepared for the journey."

"Yes, Alpha," she managed to say, her heart still racing.

She wasn't prepared for the journey—not even close. But what choice did she have? Admitting her fears and unpreparedness in front of the alpha and the rest of the pack wasn't an option. It would only make her seem weak and unreliable, something she couldn't afford.

Zayn cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "We are grateful for this alliance, Alpha Davian. Roseanne will do her best to serve you and your pack."

Davian's gaze flicked briefly to Zayn before returning to Roseanne. "I expect nothing less," he said, his tone icy.

Roseanne felt a lump form in her throat. She expected coldness, but the reality of it was overwhelming. She glanced at her father, hoping for some sign of reassurance, but he merely nodded in agreement with Davian's words. Iris, standing slightly behind Zayn, wore a smug expression.

Davian's gaze settled on Roseanne, and for a moment, his expression softened. He took in her thin, pale frame, and a flicker of concern crossed his features. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low but firm.

Roseanne blinked, stunned by the question. She hadn't expected him to show any concern for her well-being. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words stuck in her throat.

Before Roseanne could answer, Iris stepped forward. "She's fine. Just a bit nervous, that's all."

Davian's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze shifting to Iris. "I believe I asked Roseanne, not you."

Roseanne felt a shiver run down her spine. She glanced at Iris, who was now biting her lip, looking slightly intimidated. Zayn cleared his throat, his discomfort clear. "Of course, Roseanne is fine. She's just not used to... well, this situation."

Roseanne mustered the courage to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine, Alpha Davian. Thank you for your concern."

Davian studied her for a moment longer before nodding. "Very well. We'll leave immediately. I have no time to waste."

Zayn nodded, his face devoid of any warmth. "Of course, Alpha Davian. Roseanne is ready to go."

Without another word, Davian turned and walked towards the door. Roseanne glanced back at her father and stepmother one last time, searching for any sign of affection or regret. She found none. Zayn's expression was stern, and Iris's smirk remained firmly in place.

With a heavy heart, Roseanne followed Davian out of the house. The fresh air hit her like a jolt, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. As they approached a sleek black car waiting outside, she cast one last glance at the place she had called home for so long. It no longer felt like a home, just a house that had held her captive.

Davian opened the car door for her, his movements precise and controlled. "Get in," he instructed.

Roseanne climbed into the car, clutching her bag tightly. She settled into the seat, trying to make herself as small as possible.