Beast Alpha and His Cursed Luna
Chapter 17: Something Mischevious

Chapter 17: Something Mischevious

VALENCIA’S POV

’What is your next move?’ Aurora asked as soon as I turned back into my human form and put my hair back into a ponytail.

"Moving out," I said.

"Moving out?" Aurora asked, confused.

"Yes. It looks like I’ll have to turn into my cat form quite a lot now, and I can’t risk these humans finding this secret about me or suspecting me of anything that can be used against me during the time of the verdict as mentioned by the beta. It’s better to move out until this issue with the dark Callisto pack is solved," I whispered.

I walked back to my shared space where I was renting the place with Angela and pulled out my phone from the cabinet.

"I don’t think he believes me," I said the first thing as soon as the person on the other side picked up the phone.

"What is that supposed to mean, Val?" Dylan asked.

I walked to my balcony before popping a chocolate candy in my mouth.

"Exactly what you hear. The alpha doesn’t believe me or whatever lie you have told him. And he is onto some rogue cases that the alphas are worried about. The cat case is also involved," I said, my gaze raking all around the forest side of the city.

"Did he say something to you?" He asked with a sigh.

I pressed my lips into a thin line.

Did he say something to me? Well... He didn’t directly say anything that can be called threatening or harmful but...

After all the times when I finally thought I would be able to find my people, my people who will accept me for the way I am and I might get a shot at happiness too, things had to get ruined like this.

Moving my hand through my hair, I sighed.

For some reason, my brain was telling me I needed something stronger than just chocolate candy. Like a cigarette or a bottle of strong alcohol to calm my raging heart and mind that were stuck in a dilemma.

"He didn’t. I have yet to meet the alpha. I heard his beta talking about how he suspects me and the stories cooking up around me or what the council said.

He is already suspecting that you said those words to protect me. So I won’t be surprised if he is planning to execute me with solid evidence,"

The beta wasn’t entirely wrong though. Dylan indeed lied to protect me earlier. I wasn’t here for any kind of research or anything. I was indeed breaking laws.

As soon as I ended my sentence, I heard a low snarl from the other side and a sigh left my mouth.

"No one is going to hurt you!" Dylan said.

I smiled at his choice of words before turning around to my new canvas.

"I am going to sell another painting," I said after some time, changing the topic.

I could hear him taking a deep breath, and a soft smile appeared on my face thinking about how he must be raking his hand through his hair, a habit of his whenever he is frustrated or agitated.

"How much?" He asked.

"Probably 15k this time. I spent 87 hours on this one," I said before looking at my wounded hand with an annoyed look.

I had yet to do some final touching, but seeing how my hand was wounded like this, and it would take me around a couple of more hours to heal, I knew this painting was going to be sold just like this now.

That was how I was surviving without relying on anyone for the past 6 months. I paint. It was one of my passions before I turned into a rogue.

At that time I used to paint just for fun. Who am I kidding? I used to paint for Tyler to see and praise me.

I always wanted to be an artist because I thought if I got the world’s recognition through my skills, my mom and dad would recognize me too.

I will be called their daughter again. They will greet me good morning like they did to my sister Matilda and kiss me goodnight, caress my hair, and stay with me when I am having a nightmare too.

That they would stand in front of me when someone would curse me and announce proudly that I was their daughter. That was all I ever desired from them.

I blinked my eyes to shoo away the tears that were threatening to shed again.

’Valencia,’ Aurora whispered, probably feeling bad for me, but I just smiled at her.

’Don’t worry about it. I am not crying. They don’t deserve my tears,’ I assured myself, more than I was assuring her.

Who was I kidding? Even if they don’t deserve my tears, I deserve their love. The fact that I was abandoned by people who were supposed to hold me and help me fight against this unfair world broke me in so many ways that I can’t even pinpoint.

Maybe I was a faulty piece earlier, but now I am just broken. I don’t trust people anymore, and though I am smiling and enjoying myself with the humans, was my heart really at ease?

"Will you be able to hold it there?" Dylan asked, snapping me out of my self-deprecating thoughts.

After thinking for some time, I nodded.

I won’t run away again. I have had enough of people treating me like I was some kind of cursed omen who should’ve died the day I was born.

I had the right to live and enjoy my life as much as every single person out there, and I wasn’t going to let anyone tell me otherwise. If they have crap to say, they can just stick their mouths up their asses.

It would be hard, no lies. To forget everything and just move on. And I might not find any compatible place that I can call home, but even after that, I won’t let anyone decide for me anymore.

"Yes, Dylan. I am not going to let anyone dictate my life. It’s time I take the reins of my life in my hands.

Also, I will be moving back to my lake house for the time being because of my rampant shifting. It hasn’t been 12 hours, and I have already transitioned twice," I said, and Dylan sighed.

He was one of the people who knew about my transition history because of an incident and how I was almost caught by him stealing from one of the packs.

"I know you are all worked up because of the last time you had to move out of your place because the alpha of the pack didn’t like you staying there, but I hope you don’t get into any predicament with this alpha, Val. He is..." Dylan started, and I furrowed my brows when I saw some movement in the forests.

I couldn’t help but smirk inwardly. It looks like they were here again.

"I know who he is..." I took out another chocolate candy and popped it into my mouth as I watched the group stop again.

"If this alpha tried to do anything to me, I will also ensure he doesn’t find out what hit him and how badly it did," I said before walking back into my room to bring back my night vision binoculars.

I looked at the forests from behind the curtains, the group of nine men lurking around the bushes catching my attention.

"By the way, are you ready for the mission I mentioned?" Dylan asked after some pause, and I hummed.

"Send me the details through message,"

"There is something bigger going on here," I said after some pause when I saw them start to dig.

Since this area was at some distance from the Dark Callisto pack and near the human territory of the no man’s land, the pack borders didn’t really have any right to patrol here or stop the rogues from infiltrating this place as long as they didn’t hurt any humans.

However, something was definitely going on with this group of rogues.

This was the seventh night when I saw them coming here and trying to implant something in the grounds near the pack.

"What do you mean?" Dylan asked me, and I sighed before walking back inside the room, ensuring to lock the balconies because some spirit lurking in my room was the last thing I wanted to happen.

"You will know," I said before ending the call.

Without wasting any more time, I clicked the photo of my new painting and placed it in the market for purchase with my name that nobody knew apart from Angela and Casper, since they caught my painting in the market someone else’s name once and thought someone was stealing my work.

As I was typing the credentials, I saw an email on the official classroom group and noticed some new materials were added to review.

A bitter smile appeared on my face. New assignments again.

Seriously, this was the only thing I hated university life for.