ASHER BLACK
Nadia Simpson!
My mate.
She gets on my nerves so much that I want nothing but to throw her out of my pack and never set eyes on her again.
How can a woman be so stupid and shameless at the same time. That is a horrible combination, especially for a rogue who had to be smart and always play it safe or become a victim of a lot of misfortunes. Yet, she brings the definition of brainless and careless to life.
The shock I felt when she walked into my pack again with my brother, claiming that she had chosen him as her new mate knew no boundaries.
Not only did she break a werewolf code, she also did it foolishly and with the most dangerous person she could ever play with fire.
Maxwell Black.
My elder brother who deserves nothing but the most painful death in the history of deaths.
I so badly wish I am the one who would give him that death he rightfully deserves but unfortunately, I am not the one who will. Not because I can't. I really would do it without hesitation but I made a promise to my father before his death to accept Maxwell whenever he turned a new leaf and welcome him back when he has a mate.
I know he hasn't turned a new leaf. He is still the same old power hungry bastard he has always been and I know that it is only a matter of time before he starts displaying all the bad characters that he we all know him for. Not like he has been doing a good job at hiding it.
Since he stepped into this pack, I knew that the same darkness and evil heart that made him do all the things he did when our father was still alive was sti boldly in him. In fact, it is a part of him I doubt he will ever be able to let go of.
In life, I have learnt to accept that although no one is good and people would always switch between good and bad, and we should always look for the good in people, there are still some genuinely horrible people who don't have even an ounce of good in them. Trying to find the good in such people would only have you killed.
Max is one of those bad people. Even with all his mischief, my father desperately sought good in him but never found one. Even on his deathbed, he still hoped that there was good in Max and even if there wasn't, life as a rogue would teach him what he lost and the family be forsook and took advantage of when he was a pack wolf. When that didn't happen, my father settled for one last thing. A mate.
My kind father believed that Maxwell finding his mate would change him for the batter. He thought that the mood goddess would mate him with someone of a kind heart like my mother that would balance out all the evil in him.
I don't blame him for thinking that way. It is not news that before meeting my mother, my father was a tyrant. It was my mother that came into my father's life and changed everything about him for good. She taught him kindness. She taught him love. She showed him how to treat his subject right. She also taught him how to put his foot down whenever necessary even with his kind heart.
My mother changed my father's life for good.
Sometimes, a part of me blames her for the misfortune that befell our pack. Mayne things would have been different if she didn't change him so much and force him to become a forgiving heart. At least for one, I know I wouldn't have to be dealing with Maxwell again if he never changed his old ways.
I am always keen on keeping promises and I know that no matter what happens or what Maxwell does, I would never turn away from the promise I made to my father before his death.
That is the last sign of honour I am giving him.
The plan to wreck the living area of Nadia and Max was an idea from my beta. I wasn't keen on following through with it since I wanted to give them the pack house and keep an eye on them until my beta let me in on his plan.
Since I can't turn them away, he wanted them to leave by themselves. Obviously, Maxwell wouldn't want to leave without something chasing him out since he still thinks he has a right to the throne and so that is when the plan comes in.
The plan is to make them feel so uncomfortable in the pack that they would leave without having second thoughts.
Initially, I had planned on making them stay in the pack house so that I could keep an adequate eye on Maxwell in case he tries to pull something drastic but after listening to the beta's not so harmless plan, I decided to give it a go.
They were given the abandoned cottage at the far end of the pack, the place most exposed to attacks by intruders which means that they would be the first people to get attacked if anything happened. Apart from that, we plan to make them so uncomfortable that they will willingly walk out of the pack and never set foot here again.
The first plan has already been done— trashing their place.
The next one is going to kickstart during the initiation ceremony. The fact that they came late would only make things better for us. Now, I can use that as an excuse to do what I want to do.
"Coming late to an initiation ceremony is a taboo in this pack. That is the first sign that you both would not be loyal to the pack. If it was an emergency, the pack members were dying, and you were summoned for help, you would come late too and they would be dead and gone before you get here." I say, seeing the smirk on my beta's face as I speak.
He is desperately trying to keep a straight look and not burst into fits of laughter.
The next plan will definitely make them leave.