Chapter 2 – Her True Alpha and True Love Novel Read Online

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Chapter 2: Leaving it all behind

Ashlyn

I don’t remember walking into my house. My Aunt Grace was sitting in her chair reading one of her romance novels. She must not have a shift at the pack hospital today. She looked up from her book when I entered the foyer.

“Ashlyn? What are you doing at home already?” She asked, looking at her watch.

I sat down on the couch across from her chair and told her everything that had happened. Surprisingly, the tears never came by the time I finished. I must be in shock. It’s hard to explain the level of betrayal I was now feeling. I’ve known both of them for ten years. I was having a hard time comprehending everything that had just happened today. And it was barely ten in the morning.

She told me to go upstairs and to pack a bag and to meet her back in the kitchen. She was going to call my uncle to let him know that we were taking a little trip into the human city, a couple of hours away from us.

I don’t remember getting in the passenger seat of my aunt’s SUV, or leaving the pack border. I was so stuck in my thoughts. How the hell can you say you love someone and then sleep with their “best friend”?

I had to shut off my phone since they both wouldn’t stop calling or texting me. I even had to block the mindlink since it kept buzzing and it was giving me a headache. A mindlink is a way the pack can communicate through our thoughts. It does have a distance restriction, so it will go away when we are out of range.

My Aunt placed a shoe box on my lap. Looking away from the window, I looked at her and then at the box. I didn’t even realize she had a shoe box on her lap while she was driving.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Just open it” she answered. Looking back at the road.

Opening the box, I noticed that it had a bunch of documents and some old photos. I can see my birth certificate, and maybe some bank documents. After a few minutes of flipping through everything, I noticed a photograph of my parents and me. I had also noticed a few pictures of me at the lake with a boy about my age, but I couldn’t remember him.

“I took that picture of the three of you before you came back with me for your visit.” She spoke.

“What is all of this?” I asked, motioning to the box in my lap.

“This is everything that your parents and pack left you. We will go to the bank when we get to the city to get everything switched over. Then we can also go shopping and get you everything you might need or want. While you’ve been sitting there, have you decided what you want to do, where you want to go?”

“I don’t know. It’s not like I have lots of money, and you’re my only family. I always thought I’d stay in Blue moon with…..” I couldn’t even speak his name. I feel like such an i***t to think that the future Alpha could actually care about someone like me.

No one in that pack knew that I was to be the Alpha of Emerald Lake until I rejected Ian. You have to use your full name and title to break the bond. I’m of pure Alpha blood. I should have been the perfect Luna. But there’s no way I could go back there after that humiliation.

“I will never be with a cheater. We are worth so much more.” Tundra growled.

“I know we are, but I just never thought that I’d live my life without Ian.”

Staring out the window, I started to think about my future. The Alpha King had a university-type school. Maybe I can go and take some classes. I’ll definitely need to find a new pack since there’s no way I can stay in my current pack. I will never submit to Ian or Nicole.

We finally arrived at the bank. It was a massive building. It was at least 20 floors. The entire building looked like they built it from glass panels. Aunt Grace parked the SUV down the street from the bank, and there were buildings everywhere. I assume we are in the downtown area of the city.

“Ashlyn, bring the box and your wallet with us, please?” She asked before exiting the SUV.

Grabbing the box and my purse, we made our way up the street and into the bank. It was just as massive on the inside, with white marble and dark oak desks. There were crystal chandeliers hanging from the 12-foot ceilings, and I wasn’t expecting the bank to look like that.

Aunt Grace walked up to reception and asked to speak to Mr. Allen Fisher about the Knight account. The woman immediately picked up her phone to place a call, or maybe to page Mr. Fisher. She stood up and instructed that we follow her. The woman was young, with long dark hair and brown eyes. She was dressed in a pencil skirt down past her knees, a white blouse and a pair of black heels.

We walked over to an elevator that was located at the back of the giant first floor. The receptionist pushed the button, and the doors opened. We all stepped in and she scanned her keycard and hit the 20.

It took us a few minutes to get up to the 20th floor. Why would we need to see a banker on the 20th floor? Were my parents really that wealthy? I don’t remember much since I was only 8 years old when they passed away. I was too young to start learning the business side of running a pack, including the finances. My father did start training me though. It’s never too early to learn how to kick ass. But I remember we had stuff, but nothing flashy. If we had money, I never noticed or I was too young.

The elevator doors opened to a grand foyer with a dark oak desk and massive dark oak doors stood behind it. Aunt Grace and I stepped out of the elevator.

“Mr. Fisher should be out to greet you in a moment.” The reception told us.

“Thank you,” my aunt spoke before the doors closed and she was gone.

As soon as I turned away from the elevator, the massive doors behind the desk opened up. In walked a man. I could smell he was a wolf. He’s tall, about 6’3″ with dark brown hair cut short on the sides and styled on top. He has deep brown eyes and a glowing tan. Wolves age differently, but I assume he’s around 40 years old. He was wearing a navy suit with a lighter blue shirt and a dark blue tie. And very fancy black shoes.

“Oh, Grace, it’s so good to see you.” He spoke to my aunt, shaking her hand.

“This must be Ashlyn Knight?” He turned his attention to me. He extended his hand out and it shocked me.

“I’m Allen Fisher. You, my dear, look so much like your mother.”

“Thank you”, I told him with a smile.

“Come, we have so much to discuss.” He led us into his office.

Mr. Fisher’s office was enormous. Floor to ceiling windows covered two walls and then bookshelves covered the other two, which were full of books. There was a massive dark oak desk with two chairs at the front of it. It also had a seating area with black leather couches and a TV hung on the wall. There was also a bar area by where the TV hung.

“Please, have a seat for you two. Would you like anything?” He asked.

“I would love a coffee, please? If it’s not too much trouble. I’ve had a long morning.” I asked him.

“Of course, my dear. Let me mindlink my assistant, and he will bring some coffees.”

“Thank you.” I nodded.

“So I’m assuming you have all the documents, birth certificate and ID. While we wait for coffee, I’ll get started with the transfer of accounts into your name.” He asked.

Aunt Grace took the box I placed on my lap and went through it for all the documents. I reached into my purse so I could hand Mr. Fisher my driver’s license.

“Wonderful.” He stated, and then he went to his computer and started typing. I looked over at my aunt. She reached over and grabbed my hand.

“Everything is going to be okay,” she told me.

Just then, a younger man wearing a dark blue suit with a white dress shirt walked into the office. He has dirty blond hair cut short and blue eyes. He was very sexy, and you could see all his hard muscles under his clothes. He seemed to be around 25 years old. He walked over to the desk and handed out our coffees.

“Thank you, Rogers. Grace, Ashlyn, this is my assistant, Blake Rogers.” He introduced us. We both shook hands while Mr. Fisher continued the introduction.

“Miss Ashlyn is here to claim the Knight account.” Mr. Fisher continues. Blake raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. He was studying me intently. I looked away from him, confused, and turned my attention back to Mr. Fisher.

“Mr. Fisher, I’m not sure why the Knight account, or I guess my account is so important?” Mr. Fisher looked away from his computer to look at me, and then he turned his attention to my aunt.

“You haven’t told her?” He asked her.

“Haven’t you told me what?” I asked her, turning my body to look at her.

“Rogers, why don’t we finish all this paperwork in your office and give these ladies a chance to talk?” Mr. Fisher stood from his chair, walking to his office door with Rogers on his heel. When I heard the door click, I grabbed my coffee that Blake had brought in and took a sip. Today has been way too stressful. I held my coffee in my lap and turned to face my aunt. She was looking down at her interlaced fingers on her lap.

“Aunt Grace, what are you not telling me?”

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