unbroken (unexpected series)

A/n: NOT EDITED, THIS IS A LONGER VERSION, When I first posted it was cut but I fixed it now. Enjoy.

Chapter 24 – Chelsea POV

One of the main reasons I never wanted a pack was because of the responsibility that is bestowed upon an Alpha. When Jack and Casey first told me that I was a wolf the first thing I did was do research online, a huge mistake. I’m not sure what I was hoping to find, but it definitely wasn’t what I did find, wolf pack behavior in specific species. The most frightening was the prospect that I’d be used as some type of breeding incubator, used to breed with different males.

Thank you Wikipedia.

Typing “wolf” into Google, with total chagrin I learned of Alphas, Betas and Omegas’ in a pack, and how they lived together, hunted together and that wolves were unbelievably social animals. Nothing I found though seemed better than previous information. I didn’t want to live as a wolf, and I certainly didn’t want to live with a group of people, or be considered in charge.

I did well on my own, especially when I knew Leo was after me, just waiting for the right time to strike and take me back. Then, after some time I learned of my extra abilities, and how I would eventually do if I joined an already formed pack, if they had an Alpha Male and Female. In short, I wouldn’t do well; I’d eventually want to take place where I belonged, at the top, despite not wanting to run a pack. So it would be easier to remain alone, keep to myself and worry about myself and for a good three years after shifting I had maintained this set plan for myself. All while knowing that I most likely had siblings since Leo used videos and photos’ during my ‘training’ as he called them.

I knew that I’d never be able to be around the family, my siblings, not after what I endured, how would I be able to see their faces and remain unaffected? So a long time ago I wrote off a few things, living in a pack, being in charge of a pack and engaging with my siblings on any type of personal level.

Fast forward, and I’m doing everything I thought I couldn’t, wouldn’t want to do, with a mate and daughter to boot.

“Chelsea, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Gabriel approached me, concerned, his eyes flickering to those around me, Julia, Grant and finally he eyes Ben. “I can’t hear Oakley,” I tell him worried, “I’ve heard her before, I can’t hear her at all, Gabriel.”

Marlon stands, his youngest Kiley comes from outside to the kitchen, “What were you guys talking about?” I asked her she frowned, shaking her head, at her father and me, “Nothing bad, she – Ben wanted to play and he said that she was my age, so I thought I’d go talk to her,” her eyes wide and innocent, Kieran in wolf form, “She showed us her ipad… and we were talking about Kieran,” she lifted her eyes to Marlon.

“I had just finished saying that you said he likes to be in wolf form because he feels safe – and – and Oakley she stood suddenly and said that you were calling her,” I didn’t hear Chelsea calling her though, “She tapped the side of her head – then – and then Ben came up running and she told him the same thing, that you called her,” Kiley finished nodding at Ben who was silent, his hands straight down at his side in fists.

“Did you call her?” Ben asked monotone, I shook my head carefully, because I could see as well as the others that his sky blue eyes were darkening, “Could someone have been calling her the way you would without her knowing?” he asks but there’s no really effort behind the words, almost like he knows how far from possible what he is asking really is.